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I MADE a posie, while the day ran by :
My life within this band.
And wither'd in
My hand was next to them, and then
heart I took, without more thinking, in good part
Time's gentle admonition ;
Farewell, dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief, Since if my scent be good, I care not if
It be as short as yours.
But that thou art my wisdom, Lord,
And both mine eyes are thine,
For missing my design.
Were it not better to bestow
Some place and power on me?
Then should thy praises with me grow,
And share in my degree.
But when I thus dispute and grieve,
I do resume my sight;
Disseize thee of thy right.
How know I, if thou shouldst me raise,
That I should then raise thee?
Do not so well agree.
Wherefore unto my gift I stand ;
I will no more advise :
Since thou hast both mine eyes.
I CANNOT skill of these thy ways :
Lord, thou didst make me, yet thou woundest me: Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me : Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee : Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.
But when I mark my life and praise,
Thy justice me most fitly pays :
I cannot skill of these my ways.
CHARMS AND KNOTS.
Who read a Chapter when they rise,
A poor man's rod, when thou dost ride,
Who shuts his hand, hath lost his gold :
Who goes to bed, and doth not pray,
Who by aspersions throw a stone
Who looks on ground with humble eyes,
When the hair is sweet through pride or lust, The powder doth forget the dust.
Take one from ten, and what remains ?
In shallow waters heaven doth show :
My God, I read this day,
And strengthen it in every age,
At first we lived in pleasure ;
As we at first did board with thee,
There is but joy and grief ;
And several baits in either kind
Affliction then is ours;
My God, so temper joy and woe,
How soon doth man decay ! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath
Scarce knows the way; Those clouts are little winding-sheets, Which do consign and send them unto death.
When boys go first to bed, They step into their voluntary graves ; Sleep binds them fast; only their breath
Makes them not dead. Successive nights, like rolling waves, Convey them quickly, who are bound for death.
When youth is frank and free, And calls for music, while his veins do swell, All day exchanging mirth and breath
In company; That music summons to the knell, Which shall befriend him at the house of death.
When man grows staid and wise,
Schooling his eyes ;
When age grows low and weak, Marking his grave, and thawing every year,
Till all do melt, and drown his breath