I'll tug my tacklings then, I'll ply mine oars, And cry, A fig for fear. The giddy multitude So much, as to despise my rhymes, His presence here. But they (and that's enough) Who love God's house, will like his household stuff. THE FONT. THE Font, I say. Why not? And why not near Which from sin and uncleanness washeth clear? And may not beggars well contented be Low places will serve guests of low degree. What? Is he not the rock, out of whose side The elect and precious corner-stone well tried? Though the odds be great between their worth, Rock-water and stone vessels are allied. But call it what, and place it where you will: Of any form, or matter; yet, until The blessed Sacrament thereby Impaired be, my hopes you shall not kill. Р To want a complement of comeliness Regeneration is all in all; Washing, or sprinkling, but the sign, The seal, and instrument thereof; I call The one, as well as the other, mine, And my posterity's, as federal. If temporal estates may be convey'd, To men, and to their heirs; be not afraid, The covenant of grace by mercy made. Do but thy duty, and rely upon't, Whenever practised truly, will amount Though the deed were antedated at the Font. THE READING-PEW. HERE my new enter'd soul doth first break fast, Who, that they may unto perfection grow, They, that would reading out of Church exclude, Some dictates of their own, instead of God's And would reduce all trials to their own, What reasonable man would not misdoubt Those Comments, that the text leave out? But why should he, that thinks himself well grown, Be discontent that such a one, As knows himself an infant yet, should be Dandled upon his mother's knee, And babe-like fed with milk, till he have got More strength and stomach? Why should not Nurslings in Church, as well as weanlings, find Their food fit for them in their proper kind? Let them that would build castles in the air, But let me lay all my foundations deep, And learn, before I run, to creep. Who digs through Rocks to lay his ground-works low, May in good time build high, and sure, though slow. To take degrees, per saltum, though of quick Let us learn first to know our letters well, I doubt their preaching is not always true, THE BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER. WHAT! Prayer by the book? and Common? Yes. Why not? The spirit of grace, And supplication, Is not left free alone For time and place; But manner too. To read, or speak by rote With's heart, that with his mouth he says. They that in private by themselves alone What liberty they please, Their soul's most intimate affections known They are most conceal'd from other men. But he, that unto others leads the way Should choose to do it so, As all, that hear, may know To tune their hearts unto his tongue, and say To blaspheme, when they should have pray'd. Devotion will add life unto the letter. And why should not That, which Authority Advantage got? If the Prayer be good, the commoner, the better. THE BIBLE. THE Bible? That's the Book. The Book indeed, The Book of Books; On which who looks, As he should do, aright, shall never need Wish for a better light To guide him in the night: |