What shall I do? Make vows, and break them still? 'Twill be but labour lost? My good cannot prevail against mine ill : The business will be crost. 0, say not so: thou canst not tell what strength Thy God may give thee at the length : Renew thy vows, and if thou keep the last, Thy God will pardon all that's past. Vow, whilst thou canst; while thou canst vow, thou may'st Perhaps perform it, when thou thinkest least. Thy God hath not denied thee all, Thy vows; and if thou break them, weep. Then once again Lord, say Amen, CONFUSION. O how my mind Is gravell’d! Not a thought, That I can find, But's ravellid All to nought. Short ends of threads, And narrow shreds Of lists, Knot snarled ruffs, Loose broken tufts Of twists, Are my torn meditation’s ragged clothing, Which, wound and woven shape a suit for nothing : One while I think, and then I am in pain To think how to unthink that thought again. How can my soul But famish With this food? Pleasure's full bowl Tastes ramish,2 Taints the blood. Profit picks bones, And chews on stones That choke : Honour climbs hills, Fats not, but fills With smoke. Clothe me anew, and feed me then afresh; 6 1 Lists," snarled ruffs,' &c. : old pieces of dress.—2 «Ramish :' what is called in Scotland • wersh,' i. C., tasteless. A PARADOX. THE WORSE THE BETTER. WELCOME mine health : this sickness makes me well. Medicines adieu : When with diseases I have list to dwell, I'll wish for you. Welcome my strength : this weakness makes me able. Powers adieu : I'll wish for you. Welcome my wealth : this loss hath gain'd me more. Riches adieu : I'll wish for you. . Welcome my credit : this disgrace is glory. Honours adieu : I'll wish for you. Welcome content: this sorrow is my joy. Pleasures adieu : I'll wish for you. Health, strength, and riches, credit, and content, Leave me no learning that a man may see, INMATES. A HOUSE I had (a heart, I mean), so wide, I That viewing it I thought I might do well, Such guests as came : I did; But what befell A guest I had (alas ! I have her still), The vast content of hell, Corruption. Each day, each hour, almost, she brought forth one, The charge grew great. I, that had lost before For all the charges of their maintenance When first 'twas due, besides continuance, To ease me first I wish'd her to remove : And begg'd the Court of heaven but in vain That, whilst both lived, I should entertain, No help then, but or I must die or she; For one death I had died already then, And twist them both into a third, which when It once hath seized on, never looseth men. Her death might be my life ; but her to kill Whilst I delay'd, My guest still teem'd, my debts still greater grew; The less I had to pay, the more was due. The more I knew, the more I was afraid : At last I learn'd, there was no way but one : That is the Lord of life, by dying can His heart was pierced ; out of his side there ran Sins' corrosives, restoratives for man. This precious balm I begg’d, for pity's sake, |