Let foolish lovers, if they will love dung, With Canvas, not with Arras, clothe their shame : Yet if you go, I pass not; take your way: THE ROSE. PRESS me not to take more pleasure First, there is no pleasure here: Or if such deceits there be, Such delights I mean to say; Who have pass'd my right away. But I will not much oppose What is fairer than a rose? What is sweeter? yet it purgeth. Purgings enmity disclose, Enmity forbearance urgeth. If then all that worldlings prize So this flower doth judge and sentence But I health, not physic choose : Say that fairly I refuse, For my answer is a rose. DISCIPLINE. THROW away thy rod, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep: To the throne of grace. Then let wrath remove; Stony hearts will bleed. Love is swift of foot; Love's a man of war, And can shoot, And can hit from far. Who can 'scape his bow? That which wrought on thee, Brought thee low, Needs must work on me. Throw away thy rod; Throw away thy wrath. COME THE INVITATION. ye hither all, whose taste Save your cost, and mend your fare. God, in whom all dainties are. Come ye hither all, whom joy While ye graze without your bounds: Here is joy that drowneth quite As a flood the lower grounds. Come ye hither all, whose love And exalts you to the sky: Here is love, which, having breath Even in death, After death can never die. Lord, I have invited all, And I shall Still invite, still call to thee: For it seems but just and right Where is all, there all should be. THE BANQUET. WELCOME Sweet and sacred cheer, With me, in me, live and dwell: Passeth tongue to taste or tell. O what sweetness from the bowl Fills my soul, Such as is, and makes divine! Is some star (fled from the sphere) Melted there, As we sugar melt in wine? |