5 So that we need not say, Where's this command? To find out death, but missest life at hand! 60. ¶LENT. Welcome, deare feast of Lent! who loves not thee, He loves not temperance or authoritie, But is a child of passion. The Scriptures bid us fast: the Church says, 'Now To ev'ry corporation.' The humble soul, compos'd of love and fear, When doctrines disagree; He sayes, In things which use hath justly got True Christians should be glad of an occasion To use their temperance, seeking no evasion, Unlesse authoritie, which should increase The obligation in us, make it lesse, And power it self disable. Besides the cleannesse of sweet abstinence, Quick thoughts, and motions at a small expense, A face not fearing light; VOL. I. N Whereas in fulnesse there are sluttish fumes, Sowre exhalations, and dishonest rheumes, Revenging the delight. Then those same pendant profits, which the Spring 25 And Easter intimate, enlarge the thing And goodnesse of the deed; Neither ought other men's abuse of Lent Spoil our good use, lest by that argument = belief 30 It's true we cannot reach Christ's forti'th day; Is better then to rest: We cannot reach our Saviour's puritie; In both let's do our best. Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gene That travelleth by-wayes; Perhaps my God, though He be farre before, Yet, Lord, instruct us to improve our fast 35 40 45 That ev'ry man may revell at his doore, Not in his parlour-banquetting the poore, And among those, his soul. 61.VERTUE. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave red 5 Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Onely a sweet and vertuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. 62.¶THE PEARL. Matt. xiii. I know the wayes of Learning; both the head Or of itself, like a good huswife, spunne IO 15 In laws and policie; what the starres conspire, 5 Both th' old discoveries and the new-found seas, The stock and surplus, cause and historic, All these stand open, or I have the keyes: Yet I love Thee. 10 I know the wayes of Honour, what maintains The quick returns of courtesie and wit; 15 In vies of favours whether partie gains; which of the two Yet I love Thee. I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it; The propositions of hot bloud and brains; 20 What mirth and musick mean; what Love and Wit Have done these twentie hundred years and more; 25 I know the projects of unbridled store: My stuffe is flesh, not brasse; my senses live, And grumble oft that they have more in me I know all these, and have them in my hand: Therefore not seeled, but with open eyes 30 I flie to Thee, and fully understand Both the main sale and the commodities; And at what rate and price I have Thy love, To climb to Thee. 40 63. TENTATION. Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poore creature, now a wonder, Betwixt this world and that of grace. My thoughts are all a case of knives, Wounding my heart With scatter'd smart, As wat'ring-pots give flowers their lives; All Nothing their furie can controll While they do wound and prick my soul. my attendants are at strife, Quitting their place Unto my face; Nothing performs the task of life : The elements are let loose to fight, And while I live trie out their right. 5 10 15 |