I hold for two lives, and both lives in me. Lookt on a servant, who did know His eye A stream of bloud, which issu'd from the side Of a great rock :-I well remember all, And have good cause :-there it was dipt and dy'd, I sigh to tell, Walkt by myself abroad, I saw a large 5 1Ο 15 20 25 The greatnesse shew'd the owner. So I went 30 Thinking with that which I did thus present To warm His love, which I did fear grew cold. But as my heart did tender it, the man 35 spread abroad 40 Ev'n taken inwardly, and most divine. To supple hardnesses. But at the length 45 But when I thought to sleep out all these faults, 50 I found that some had stuff'd the bed with thoughts, I would say thorns. Deare, could my heart not break, When with my pleasures ev'n my rest was gone? Full well I understood who had been there, For I had giv'n the key to none but one : 55 It must be He. 'You heart was dull, I fear.' Did oft possesse me; so that when I pray'd, Though my lips went, my heart did stay behinde. 60 65 Who took the debt upon Him. Truly, friend, 100. § MAN'S MEDLEY. Heark how the birds do sing, And woods do ring : All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Man's joy and pleasure Rather hereafter then in present is. To this life things of sense Make their pretence; In th' other angels have a right by birth: Man ties them both alone, And makes them one, 69 5 claim 10 With th' one hand touching heav'n, with th' other earth. In soul he mounts and flies, In flesh he dies; He wears a stuffe whose thread is course and round, 15 But trimm'd with curious lace, And should take place After the trimming, not the stuffe and ground. according to Not that he may not here Taste of the cheer; But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head, He may So must he sip and think Of better drink attain to after he is dead. But as his joyes are double, So is his trouble: He hath two winters, other things but one; And bite his lip; And he of all things fears two deaths alone. Yet ev'n the greatest griefs May be reliefs, Could he but take them right and in their wayes. Happie is he whose heart Hath found the art To turn his double pains to double praise. 20 25 30 35 101. THE STORM. If as the windes and waters here below Do die and flow, My sighs and tears as busie were above, Sure they would move And much affect Thee, as tempestuous times 5 [cast before them Starres have their storms ev'n in a high degree, A throbbing conscience spurred by remorse It quits the earth, and mounting more and more, There it stands knocking, to Thy musick's wrong, Glorie and honour are set by till it An answer get. ΙΟ 15 Poets have wrong'd poore storms: such dayes are best, They purge the aire without; within, the breast. 102. § PARADISE. I blesse Thee, Lord, because I GROW What open force or hidden CHARM Inclose me still, for fear I START ; |