He that hath made a sorry wedding Hath done what he condemns in reading: Thus we prevent the last great day, When once those snuffs are ta'en away, BITTER-SWEET. Ан, my dear angry Lord, I will complain, yet praise ; THE GLANCE. WHEN first thy sweet and gracious eye Vouchsafed even in the midst of youth and night To look upon me, who before did lie Weltering in sin; I felt a sugar'd strange delight, Passing all Cordials made by any Art, Bcdew, embalm, and overrun my heart, And take it in. Since that time many a bitter storm My soul hath felt, even able to destroy, Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm His swing and sway: But still thy sweet original joy, Sprung from thine eye, did work within my soul, And surging griefs, when they grew bold, control, And got the day. If thy first glance so powerful be, A mirth but open'd, and seal'd up again ; What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see Thy full-eyed love! When thou shalt look us out of pain, And one aspect of thine spend in delight THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM. THE God of love my shepherd is, He leads me to the tender grass, Then to the streams that gently pass: Or if I stray, he doth convert, Yea, in death's shady, black abode Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine, My head with oil, my cup with wine Surely thy sweet and wondrous love And as it never shall remove, MARY MAGDALEN. WHEN blessed Mary wiped her Saviour's feet (Whose precepts she had trampled on before), And wore them for a Jewel on her head, Showing his steps should be the street, With pensive humbleness would live and tread: She being stain'd herself, why did she strive To make him clean, who could not be defiled? Why kept she not her tears for her own faults, Deeper than they, in words, and works, and thoughts. Dear soul, she knew who did vouchsafe and deign AARON. HOLINESS on the head, Light and perfections on the breast, Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, Only another head I have, another heart and breast, Christ is my only head, My alone only heart and breast, So holy in my head, Perfect and light in my dear breast, My doctrine tuned by Christ (who is not dead, But lives in me while I do rest), Come, people; Aaron's drest. THE ODOUR. 2 COR. ii. How sweetly doth My Master sound! My Master! As ambergis leaves a rich scent Unto the taster: So do these words a sweet content, An Oriental fragrancy, My Master. With these all day I do perfume my mind, What Cordials make this curious broth, This broth of smells, that feeds and fats my mind. My Master, shall I speak? O that to thee As flesh may be ; That these two words might creep and grow To some degree of spiciness to thee! |