LOVE. PART I. IMMORTAL Love, author of this great frame, While mortal love doth all the title gain! Which siding with invention, they together Bear all the sway, possessing heart and brain (Thy workmanship), and give thee share in neither. Wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit : The world is theirs; they two play out the game, Thou standing by: and though thy glorious name Wrought our deliverance from th' infernal pit, Who sings thy praise? only a scarf or glove PART II, IMMORTAL Heat, O let thy greater flame Attract the lesser to it: let those fires Which shall consume the world, first make it tame, And kindle in our hearts such true desires, As may consume our lusts, and make thee way. Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brain And there in hymns send back thy fire again: D Our eyes shall see thee, which before saw dust; Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blind: Who wert disseized by usurping lust : All knees shall bow to thee; all wits shall rise, THE TEMPER. How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul doth feel sometimes, My soul might ever feel! Although there were some forty heavens, or more, Sometimes I peer above them all ; O rack me not to such a vast extent; Wilt thou meet arms with man, that thou dost stretch A crumb of dust from heaven to hell? Will great God measure with a wretch? O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, Then of a sinner thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take thy way; for sure thy way is best: Whether I fly with angels, fall with dust, THE TEMPER. IT cannot be. Where is that mighty joy, Which just now took up all my heart? Lord! if thou must needs use thy dart, Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy. The grosser world stands to thy word and art; But thy diviner world of grace Thou suddenly dost raise and raze, And every day a new Creator art. O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers For when thou dost depart from hence, They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee: JORDAN. WHO says that fictions only and false hair Is it not verse, except enchanted groves Shepherds are honest people; let them sing : EMPLOYMENT. IF as a flower doth spread and die, Before I were by frost's extremity Nipt in the bud ; The sweetness and the praise were thine; But the extension and the room, Which in thy garland I should fill, were mine At thy great doom. For as thou dost impart thy grace, The measure of our joys is in this place, The stuff with thee. Let me not languish then, and spend As is the dust, to which that life doth tend, But with delays. All things are busy only I Neither bring honey with the bees, Nor flowers to make that, nor the husbandry To water these. I am no link of thy great chain, But all my company is a weed. Lord, place me in thy consort; give one strain To my poor reed. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. PART I. O Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart |