I muse which shows more love, 25 The day or night; that is the gale, this th' harbour; That is the walk, and this the arbour; Or that the garden, this the grove. My God, Thou art all love : Not one poore minute 'scapes Thy breast, But brings a favour from above; And in this love, more then in bed, I rest. 30 While that my soul repairs to her devotion, To sever the good fellowship of dust, 5 ΙΟ jet And spoil the meeting: what shall point out them, When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat 15 To kisse those heaps which now they have in trust? Deare flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stemme And true descent, that, when thou shalt grow fat, And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know 36. ¶ CHURCH MUSICK. Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Now I in you without a bodie move, Rising and falling with your wings; We both together sweetly live and love, Yet say sometimes, 'God help poore kings! Comfort, I'le die; for if you poste from me, Sure I shall do so, and much more ; But if I travell in your companie, You know the way to heaven's doore. 20 5 10 37. CHURCH LOCK AND KEY. I know it is my sinne which locks Thine eares VOL. I. K But as cold hands are angrie with the fire, And mend it still, So I do lay the want of my desire Not on my sinnes or coldnesse, but Thy will. Yet heare, O God, onely for His bloud's sake, Which pleads for me: 5 ΤΟ For though sinnes plead too, yet, like stones, they make His bloud's sweet current much more loud to be. 38. THE CHURCH FLOORE. the floore? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong, IS PATIENCE: And th' other black and grave, wherewith each one HUMILITIE: The gentle rising, which on either hand Leads to the quire above, IS CONFIDENCE: But the sweet cement, which in one sure band 5 10 Hither sometimes Sinne steals, and stains Sometimes Death, puffing at the doore, Blows all the dust about the floore; But while he thinks to spoil the room, he sweeps. Blest be the Architect Whose art Could build so strong in a weak heart! 39. THE WINDOWS. Lord, how can man preach Thy eternall word? Yet in Thy temple Thou dost him afford But when Thou dost anneal in glasse Thy storie, The holy preachers, then the light and glorie 40. TRINITIE SUNDAY. Lord, Who hast form'd me out of mud, And hast redeem'd me through Thy bloud, 5 5 ΙΟ 15 Purge all my sinnes done heretofore; Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, 41. CONTENT. Peace, mutt'ring thoughts, and do not grudge to keep Within the walls of your own breast: Who cannot on his own bed sweetly sleep, Can on another's hardly rest. Gad not abroad at ev'ry quest and call asking, seeking 5 Of an untrained hope or passion; To court each place or fortune that doth fall Mark how the fire in flint doth quiet lie, Content and warm t' it self alone; Give me the pliant minde, whose gentle measure 10 Which can let loose to a crown, and yet with pleasure Take up within a cloister's gates. |