III. TRINITY SUNDAY. He that is one Is none; Two reacheth Thee In some degree: Nature and Grace Wth Glory may attaine Thy Face. Witt and desire Never to Thee aspire, Except life catch and hold those fast. That wch beleefe Did not confess in ye first Theefe His fall can tell From Heaven through Earth to Hell. Lett two of those alone To them that fall, Who God and Saints and Angels loose at last : Hee that has one Has all. 5 ΙΟ Satan 15 lose (Fol. 40.) IV. EUEN-SONG. The Day is spent, and hath his will on mee: I and ye Sunn haue runn our races: I went ye slower, yet more paces; For I decay, not hee. Lord, make my Loss vp, and sett mee free, That I, who cannot now by day Look on his daring brightnes, may Shine then more bright then hee. If Thou deferr this light, then shadow mee, As if shades knew not Thee. But Thou art Light and darkness both togeather: If that bee dark we cannot see, The sunn is darker then a Tree, And Thou more dark then either. Yet Thou art not so dark since I know this, Since Light Thy darknes is. O lett my Soule, whose keyes I must deliver Wch know not Thee, suck in Thy beames, And wake wth Thee for ever. V. THE KNELL. The Bell doth tolle: Lord, help Thy servant, whose perplexèd Soule Doth wishly look On either hand, -5 ΙΟ 15 20 (Fol. 44.) wistfully And sometimes offers, sometimes makes a stand, Strugling on th' hook. Now ye great combat of our flesh and reason : See, they break in, Disbanded humours, sorrows, troops of Sinn, Each wth his rodd. Lord, make Thy Blood Convert and colour all the other flood And streams of grief, That they may bee Julips and cordials when we call on Thee For some relief. VI. PERSEVERANCE. 5 ΙΟ 15 (Fol. 75.) My God, ye poore expressions of my Love, Or rather as Thou mouèdst mee. But what shall issue, whether these my words But kill the man, is seald wth Thee. For who can tell, though Thou hast dyde to winn Whither my many crymes and vse of sinn May yet forbid the banes and bliss? 5 ΙΟ bans Onely my soule hangs on Thy promises, 'Thou art my Rock, Thou art my Rest.' 15 (Fol. 76.) VII. THE CONVERT. If ever tears did flow from eyes, If ever voice was hoarse with cries, If ever heart was sore with sighs,— Let now my eyes, my voice, my heart My eyes, from whence these tears did spring, Shall flow no more, untill they bring A deluge on my sensual flame, And wash away my shame. My voice, that oft with foolish lays, My heart, that gave fond thoughts their food- The Temple where an idol stood, Henceforth in sacred flames shall burn, And be that idol's urn. NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 1. The Holy Communion. Lines 13-18-Whether Thou comest direct to the believer, or comest first into the bread and wine, and thence to the receiver. Lines 25-6=I could believe God becoming bread (impanation), and hold it as of the same value as God becoming man, if &c. Line 38, 'keeps his grass :' i. e. keeps that natural substance which is in the grass and herbs from which all flesh is immediately or intermediately derived. Line 41, 'meres:' generally said to be a boundary; but perhaps more correctly what it certainly is sometimes, a boundary-mark. See Drayton's Polyolb. i. I printed 'f' originally, but I have since discovered that this was merely a form of capital F. II. Love. Line 20, Upon ye matter' in this matter [of love]. III. Trinity Sunday. In this there is a play on 'one' at the beginning and end, and intermediately on three.' He that is one (Nature) &c. Two (Nature and Grace) reacheth &c. He that has 'one' of the three, i. e.' Heaven,' has all. IV. Euen-song. Line 3, 'more paces:' and therefore advanced with more exertion and expense of energy and flesh. VI. Perseverance. Line 3, 'moue' intend to speak. G. |