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 Divine Addreffes, 
 
 In Three BOOKS. 
 Muftrated with XLVII. Copper-Plates. 
 
 Written in Latim by Herm. Hugo. 
 
 Englished by 
 
 EDM. ARWAKER,M.^. 
 
 The Second Edition, with Alterations and Additions. 
 
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 PREFACED 
 
 ROM my fir ft acquaintance with this Author^ 
 which was as early as I was able to under ft and 
 him, I found him fo pleafmg and agreeable ^ 
 that 1 wiflPd he were taught to jpeak^ Englifh, that 
 thofe who could not under ft and him in his own language 
 might by that means partake of the fatisf action and 
 advantage I, at leaft, received in my converfation with 
 him. And finding that not any Ten had been employed 
 about the Work, (for Mr. Quarks only borrowed his 
 Emblems, to prefix them to much inferiour fenfe) 
 rather than it Jhould remain undone , and fuch an ex- 
 cellent piece of Devotion be loft to thofe who wou'd 
 prifeitmoft, the Religious Ladies of our Age: / 
 refohPd to engage in the attempt ; and the rather, be- 
 caufe the Subjeft was futableto my Calling, as a 
 Clergyman,as the Senfe was to my Fancy, as an hum- 
 ble Admirer of Poetry, efpecially fuch as is Divine. 
 
 But on a more confiderate perufal of the Book, in 
 order to a Tranllation, / found fome thing in it 
 which put a flop to my proceedings that even my zjeal 
 to. have done, coi?d fear ce prevail with me to under" 
 tah$ the Work. For my Author , I found, was a little 
 too much a Poet, and had inf ef ted fever al fictitious 
 ft ones in his Poems, which did much leffen their gravi- 
 ty, and very ill become their Devotion ; and which y 
 indeed, woiPd take from them that prevalency which 
 they ought to have, as ferious AddreiTes from the 
 Soul to God, over the affections of all that read 
 them. But at laft my inclination to the Work,, made 
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 135905 
 
The Preface. 
 
 me refohe rather wholly to omit thofe Fittions when 1 
 met them, than recede from my defign. And accor- 
 dingly I have made it my buftnefsto leave them always 
 out, only where I coifd think, of an appoftte example 
 out of the Scriptures, I have afed it inftead of the peti- 
 tions one omitted. As in the fir ft Poem of the fecond 
 Book? where the Author brings in Phaeton as an ex- 
 ample of Mens de 'firing Liberty in choofing, tho' ) their 
 choice proves oftentimes their mine -, 1 have ufed the 
 Prodigal Son, as more fuitable in that defign, and I 
 am fure to the gravity of the Poem, Andftich another 
 alteration I have made in the fecond Poem of the third 
 Book, where, inftead of Cy dipped being deceived by 
 Acontius with an Apple,! have mentioned Eve'/ being 
 fo deluded by the Serpent. And infeveral other places 
 J have done the like, where thofe fabulous ft ories camt 
 in my way, 06 whoever has the curio fity to enquire, 
 may find, by comparing the Englifh and the Latine. 
 And in all this, 1 thinks, I have rather done my Au- 
 thor a kindnefs than an injury. But there is another 
 thing for which fome of the Authors Friends may 
 perhaps call me to an account ; that is, for omitting 
 fever at hiftorical pajfages taken from the Legends of 
 Saints and Martyrologies : And for this I muft re- 
 turn in my own behalf, that it was not out of any dif- 
 regard to, or prejudice again ft the Saints and holy 
 Perfons of whom the account is given, nor that I fu- 
 perftitioufly disbelieve their ft ories, however fome per- 
 haps may with too much fupcrftition credit them -, bat 
 the true reafons of my leaving out the mention of them 
 were thefe : Firlt, becaufe I knew that great part of 
 the Readers would be ft rangers to their Hi ft ories, and 
 
 muft 
 
The Preface. 
 
 muft confeqmntly be at a lofs in under ft anding the 
 Poems. Secondly, btcaufe the truth of the relations 
 is not fo evident as to render them, un queftionable, I 
 thought them better lejtout, efpecially fmce they are on- 
 ly bare recitals of fitch paffages, without any improve- 
 ?nent of Fancy, or luckinejs of Thought upon them, 
 which could not injure the Book* by being omitted, 
 whereas the infer ting that part might prejudice fome 
 nice judgments again ft the whole. And, which was 
 my third reafon, might be a hindrance to the lmpreffwn. 
 But however they may cenfure me for this, J hope 
 they will not take it ill that 1 have left out the Satyri- 
 cal part of the fecond Poem of the fir ft Book^ wherein 
 the Author reflects on the Monks and Friars in their 
 variety of Habits , and c on t efts about them ; for in- 
 deed I thought it fomething too uncharitable to have 
 any room in fo divine a Poem. And now 1 am apolo- 
 gizing for omiflions, let me not forget to acquaint the 
 Reader that I have left out fome of the Author 's fen /e, 
 particularly in the eighth Poem of the fecond Book* 
 and in the fecond Poem of the third Book*' In the fir ft 
 of which he recounts all the fever al forts of Perfumes 
 he can thinl^of, and in the Utter makes alo/ig recital 
 of the various kinds of Flowers, both which rather 
 tire than delight the Reader, and he muft be unkind 
 if he does not thankjne for omitting them. But ftM 
 it may be objected again ft me, that I have made bold 
 with my Author % in varying from him, and fome- 
 times adding to him : *7ii true, I have done both \ 
 as in, the third Poem of the- fir ft Book^for inftance, 
 where 7 , inftead of mentioning Podalirius and Melam- 
 pus, and the other Phyficians, I have nfed ten lines 
 
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The Preface. 
 
 of my own > and in the fifth Poem of the fame Book, 
 1 have given an account of Marts Creation fomething 
 different from that in my Author (both which, a* all 
 the other variations and additions may be known to 
 the Englijh Reader by their being printed in the Italick 
 Charafter.J But whether I have impaired thefenfe, 
 whether done for the better or the worfe, I muftjub- 
 mit my j elf to the judgment of the Learned, whofe 
 far don I muft beg for whatever is amtfs, and parti- 
 cularly if in any thing I have injured the worthy Au- 
 thor, to whom I am voicing to make all the reparation 
 I am able. And if I have injured him in other addi- 
 tions, J have done him a kindnefs in that of the tenth 
 Poem of the third Book, where he fcems to apologize 
 for Self-murther ; for what 1 have there added takes 
 away all poffibility of miftakitig him, who 1 am confi- 
 dent was too good a Chriflian to defign any thing of 
 that h^nd, and we find he fufficientlj condemn d all 
 fuch attempts by this Verfe : 
 
 Oquoties quasfita fugse fuit anfa pudendx ! 
 which I have rendred, 
 
 How ofc wouPd I attempt a fhameful flight ! 
 where the Epithet he gives to J\\ght,proves that he had 
 no good opinion of it. And this gives me the hint to 
 fay fomething of his wiping for death in the eighth 
 Poem of the fame Book, which is not any way meant 
 in favour ofSelfmurther, but a pious defire of the 
 Soul to bs freed from the captivity of the Body, that 
 it might enjoy its Saviour ; which is no more than 
 •what St. Paul tells tu ofhimfelf, that he had a de- 
 fire to be diffolved, and to be with Chrilb. More 
 might be urgd in behalf of my Author on this account, 
 
 but 
 
The Preface. 
 
 >hut that he needs no apology ', and 1 have enough to do 
 to excufe my felf \ for Yts not improbable Ijhall be ac- 
 cused of an indecorum as to Chronology, in the fourth 
 Poem of the jirft Book, in bringing in the glorious 
 Saint and Martyr King Charles /. with our late 
 Monarchy for examples of the misfortune that often- 
 times attends the great eft and beft of men, inftead of 
 Menelaus and Diony fins : but 1 dtfire the Reader to 
 give me leave to inform him, that 1 dtfign my Tran- 
 flation to reprefent the Book^as if now but fir ft written, 
 and where then could J produce more apt examples of 
 the in ft ability of Fortune, and the fufferings of good 
 men, than thofe Princes were, whofe Vnhappinefs, 
 like their Excellencies, had no parallel? lam fure 
 They mnft be more fait able than Dionyfius, whofe 
 tyranny made him unpitied in his mifery. u4nd having 
 told my Reader my defign, I hope he will not blame me 
 for changing the 7 th. of May (which I fiippofe wa* 
 my Author's Birth-day) to the 27 th. of July (which 
 was my own) and applying to my felf all that part of 
 the eighth Poem in the third Book', and then I am 
 confident I (hall not be condemn d on any hand for that 
 digre/fion in the fourteenth Poem of the fame Beok^ 
 wherein I conceive the joyful reception of his facred 
 Majefty King Charles the FirfPs Soul into Heaven, 
 and the great fatisfaslion which his Son's Succeflion 
 to the Crown brought to thofe Cceltfiid Spirits, who 
 beirg lovers of Right and Equity, nwft be exceedingly 
 plea?d to have his undoubted Title take place, Jor 
 that they are affecled with fome nan fatlions here be- 
 low, is evident from our Saviour's words, That there 
 is joy in Heaven among the Angels over finners 
 
 that 
 
The Preface. 
 
 that repent -, and why not then over the Jufi that 
 are rewarded ? 
 
 I would not willingly tire my Reader with a long 
 Preface, and therefore foil only add a word or two in 
 behalf both of my Author and my felf ^Tis true the 
 Title-page in the Lztine declares him of the Society 
 of Jefus, but his Bookjhews nothingeither of his Or- 
 der, or particular Opinion in Religion, but that he 
 is an excellent Chriftian in the main : and indeed he 
 feems to me to have defignedly avoided all occafion of 
 offence to his Readers of a different judgment , for 
 tho* in the fourteenth Poem ofthefirft Boo^Jhe had a 
 fair opportunity of mentioning Purgatory, he wholly 
 declines it, and ta^es no notice at all >/ fuchaplace. 
 And in the twelfth Poem of the third Book he fays 
 Nothing of Tranfubftantiation, tho> he had occafion 
 to mention the Sacrament of the Eucharifi. And this 
 particularly /thought neceffary to offer, left fome may 
 tmkj 'have mi f. rendered him in t ho fe places, which 
 if they confult himfelf, they 11 fee I have hadmoccZ 
 fion for it. Thus having made my excitfe for fome 
 things which I feared might he carpt at, if I have any 
 other faults, I fhall detain the Reader no longer, but 
 let him go on to find them. 
 
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 T O 
 
TO THE 
 
 DESIRE 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Eternal Habitations, 
 
 JESUS CHRIST, 
 
 Whom the Angels defire to pry into* 
 
 Lord, thou knoweft all my defire, and my 
 groaning is not hid from thee. Hah 38* 
 verf; 9. 
 
 Y no difcov Yy did I e'er impart 
 The fecret fantings of my lovc-Jickfi&vt. * 
 Whofe clofe recedes to no other eye 
 Iwtthzt great Pow'r's that framed them, open lie: 
 ie only views my thoughts in their undreft, 
 \nd His bright beams fearch thro* their nakednels : 
 ro Him each fecret figh, each filent groan, 
 r© him the bottom of my Soul is known. 
 
 B 2 Who 
 
(4) 
 
 Who can his fenfe ^another's ears eonvcy, 
 Unlefs himfelf his oivn defigns betray ? 
 Yet, cou'd Difcovry gratifie my wifh, 
 Concealment mould not long defer the Blifs : 
 But no relation can my wants relieve, 
 Or limits to my boundlefs wifhes give. 
 
 Rachel awhile did her loft Sons deplore, .* 
 But finding Tears in vain, flie wept no more. 
 Thus Fire emits, and then devours its Seeds, 
 And on its Off-fpring the wild Parent feeds. 
 Thus, when the Clouds have empty'd all their Rain, 
 They drink up the exhaufted ftock again. 
 And thus Ibeft receive the tears I fried, 
 And turn the Streams back to their Fountain-head. 
 
 (GROAN 
 
 Then, what my Thoughts are, while I deeply 
 Only to me, and him I love, is known ; 
 What I defign in every filent VOW, 
 Only my [elf, and my Beloved know s 
 And my thick SIGHS a myftick Language prove, 
 Unknown to all but me and Him I love 
 
 How oft have I, with pious Fraud and Art, 
 In a diffembled look bely'd my heart ? 
 
 Pleafttr 
 
(5) 
 
 fleafure and Mirth without deludes the fight". 
 While all within is Torment in the height. 
 
 No Faith in Tears, for Tears have learnt deceit, 
 
 No Faith in Smiles, unlefs your felf you'd cheat. 
 
 I weep, the hafty World believes I'm fad 3 
 
 I laugh, and they as fail conclude me glad. 
 
 How littlefhows my Face my Minds intent ? ' 
 
 I {mile when grievd, when pleased, I mob lament, 
 
 Not the Camelion changes more than thofe, 
 
 Whofe every wifh new Mafquerades expofe *, 
 
 None knows my fecret GROANS, md VOlVS, 
 and SIGHS, 
 
 None but we Two, and only^fuffice. 
 
 Hcb. iv. 13. 
 
 Neither is there any Creature that is not ma- 
 nifefi in his fight, but all things are nakd 
 and opened to the eyes of him with whom 
 we have to do. I*£ 
 
 Ba SIGHS 
 
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(7) 
 
 SIGHS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 penitent J&ottl 
 
 BOOK the Fir ft. 
 
 I. 
 
 With my Soul have I defired thee in the nighty 
 Ifa. xxvi. 9. 
 
 HOW do my yvandring thoughts miftake their way, 
 And in a Maze of darkibm Error (tray ? 
 Loft in whofe MxmXLab'rinth^ I conclude 
 Th' %/Egy^tian Plague is in my Soul renewed. 
 All cloudy, fearful, horrid 5 not one (park 
 Of Day 5 a Night for Night it felf too dark. 
 No Scythian or Cimmerian Sky (b black, / fcfa. 
 
 Tho' Heav'ns bright Lamps thofe gloomy Shades for- 
 Ev'n Hell, where Night in (able Triumph dwells, 
 Yields to the terror of my darker Cells: 
 
 B 4 For 
 
(8) 
 
 Fortho' nofav'ouringStar imparts its light, 
 
 To banifli thence the thick fubffiantial Night : 
 
 Yet there fo much their punifhment they feel, 
 
 As will not let them be infenfible: 
 
 There the fad Shades bewail their want of Light ; 
 
 And ev'n the dim Cimmerians fee 'tis Night, 
 
 And, when the Scythians fix dark Moons have fpent, 
 
 Th' expected Day returns from Banifhment. 
 
 But I am to eternal Night confin'd, 
 And what fhou'd guide me, is it felf ftruck blind. 
 There's not one glimmering Beam that dares invade 
 The fetled Horror of the gloomy Shade. 
 ISIor can I hope but that I ftill mud ftray, 
 Since I perceive not how I lofe my way 5 . 
 But love th' unhappy darknefs where I err, 
 And Nights foul Shades, to Days bright Lamp prefer. 
 For Prides falle light mifguides my wandringmind, 
 And vain Ambition ftrikes my Judgment blind : 
 Loves foft Enchantments my weak Heart entice j 
 His foo/ifi? Fires delude my da^led Eyes. 
 When thefe black Images my thoughts poffcfs, 
 The darknefs and the horror ftill increafe. 
 -My Eyes have their fucceffive Nigh* and Day, 
 And Heav'n allows Them an alternate fway ; 
 Oh 1 that my Soul as happy were as Thy i 
 
 That 
 
(9) 
 
 ThsXReafon jointly might with Will prefide, 
 Whofe office 'tis the ftragling Mind to guide ! 
 
 They more are grieve'd who cannot ufe their Sight* 
 Than they, who never yet enjoy 'd the Light 5 
 And he that in Nights {hades has loft his way, 
 Salutes with greater joy tlV approaching Day : 
 But that's a Night too tedious to be born, 
 Which never will admit the grateful Morn. 
 
 When the bright Sun returns to cheer our Eyes, 
 We hafte, HkePerJtans, to adore his Rife ; 
 Thither our early homage we addrefs, 
 And.ftrive whofirft fhallhis kind Influence ble& 
 Thus oft, on high, I Heav'ns bright Grb furvey'd 
 From Pole to Pole, and thus as oft have pray'd 5 
 Shine, fhine, my Sun, bright Object of my Song, 
 Thou that haft left my watchful Eyes too long : 
 Rile, rife, or half thy beautious Face difplay ! 
 If that's too much, indulge me one fhort Raj. 
 Yet, if that Blifs is too fublime for me, 
 O let it be enough to 've wi/h'd for Thee ! 
 
 Bernard in Cant. Serm. 7$. 
 The World has its Nights, and thofe not a few. Alas ! 
 why do I fay its Nights j fince itfelfis almofl one con- 
 tinud Night, and always overfpread with Darknefs ? 
 
 IL OGed, 
 
Oo) 
 
 jihcily j aiitl 77iy faiJtt ar<L ?icrt 
 

 <») 
 
 II. 
 
 God, thou knoweft my fimplkity , snd my 
 faults are not hid from thte r Pfal. Ixix. 5. 
 
 IF thou our childifh Follies canft not bear, 
 Thou, who doft all things by wife Comfelsftssxs 
 Who can accepted, who can pardon'd be, 
 Since none from Folly, none from Faults are free? 
 Nor fcapes, alas, the moft exalted mind 
 This Poyfon, of fo fubtil, ftrange a kind : 
 All whirPd about by the lame giddy wind. 
 Tis vain to hide our faults, we've all been fra# 5 
 Folly's our Birth-Right by a long Entail, 
 Since our firft Parents went themfelves aftray, 
 And taught us too to fool our Bltfs away : 
 They for an Apple all Mankind betray'd ; 
 Was e'er a more imprudent bargain made ? 
 Nor Efatts Folly has its parallel, 
 Who, Wretch ! devour'd his Birth-Right at a Meai 
 
 Ev'n He, 
 
 Whom Sheba's Queen for Wifdom did prefer, 
 (Strange weakneft/ ) acted Folly ev'n with Her 5 
 
 Which 
 
fit) 
 
 Which proves that JG'^'sOraclous Sentence true, 
 Who fays, that fools are numerous. Wife-men few. 
 Nor was the prudent Jtfofes's wife in vain, 
 When he of Mans deftru&ion did complain : 
 " O that unthinking Mortals wou'd be wife, 
 " And place their End before their heedful eyes ! 
 " Then Sins fhort pleafures they wou'd foon defpife, 
 
 " Nor yield, like Wax^ to ev'ry Stamp of Vice. 
 
 ■J 
 
 Wou'd any but a ftrange befotted Rout, 
 Th* Exigence of a God deny, or doubt > 
 Thefe, that in fin they may uncheck'd go on, 
 Perfwade themfelves to a belief of iffdW- 
 Our very Crimes t'improve our Folly tend, 
 And we're infatuate^ e'er we dare offend -, 
 Nor does the growing frenzy here give o're, 
 But from this III xuns headlong on to more : 
 We Catties build in this inferiour Air, 
 As if to have Eternal Beings here : 
 But when unthought-of Death fhall fhatch us hence, 
 We then fhall own the fond Improvidence. 
 With endlels and unprofitable toil 
 We ftrive t'enrich and beautirie the Soil ; 
 This Soil, which we mull leaVe at laft behind 
 To thof^for whom our pains were ne'er defign'd. 
 
 How 
 
How does our toil refemble Childrens play* 
 When they ereft an Edifice of Clay ? ' 
 
 How idly bufie and imploy'd they are ? 
 Here, fome bring Straw ; there, others Sticks prepared ; 
 This loads his Cart with Dirt ; that in a Shell 
 Brings Water, that it may be tempered well ; 
 And in their work themfelves they fondly pride, 
 While Age the childijh Fabrickj&oes deride : 
 Soon our fVbrkJHegcv'n with contempt looks dovva. 
 And with a breath our Babel-TowYs o'rethrown. 
 
 What ftrangedefire of Gems, whatthirft of Gold, 
 Thofe, drops of Rain congeafd; ?te, ripnedMold! 
 Yet thefe fo much mens nobler Souls debate, 
 That they their blifs in fuch mean trifles place. 
 Ahi foolifh Ignrants ! can your choice approve. 
 No more exalted Objects of your love, 
 That all your time in their purfuit you fpend. 
 As if Salvation did on them depend ? 
 Heav'njnay be purchas'd at an eafie rate; 
 But, oh ! how few bid any thing {ox That ! 
 Unthinking Men ! who Earth to Heaven prefer, 
 And fading Joys to endlefs Glory there ! 
 The Crime of fuch an inconfid'rate choice 
 Ought not pretend to Pardon, ev'n in Boys ; . 
 
 For 
 
(14) 
 
 VotThty from Counters currant money know, 
 Almoft as fbon as they have learnt to go : 
 BxxtMen (ohfhame) prize counterfeit delights 
 Before the Joys to which kind Heav n invites. 
 
 Oh ! for fbme Artift to retrieve their fenfe, 
 E'remore degrees of Folly they commence] 
 
 But by Heav ns piercing Eye we are defcry'd, 
 Which does our fins with Follies Mantle hide. 
 He's pleas'd to wink at Errors too in me, 
 AnA feeing feems as tho' he did not fee. 
 He knows I've but a (lender flock of Wit, 
 And want a Guardian too to manage it. 
 O then, fome kind Protection, Lord, afligrt 
 This Ideot Soul! But 'twill be bed in Thine. 
 
 Chryfoft. 
 
X i7) 
 
 III. 
 
 Have mercy upon me> Lord, for I am 
 weak : Lord, heal me, for my Bones 
 are vexed, Pfal. vi. 2. 
 
 S Hall my juft grief be querulous, or mute, 
 Full of Djfeafe, of i%/d^ deftitute ? 
 I thought thy Love fo conftant heretofore, 
 That Vows were needlefs to confirm me more z 
 And can'ft thou now abfent, and (light my pain ? 
 What fault of mine has caus'd this cold Bifdavh 
 
 O bell Phyjitian of my love-fick^Soul y 
 Whofe fight alone will make thy Patient whole ; 
 Thou who haft caus'd, canft thou forget my grief, 
 VVhich only from its Author feeks relief? 
 
 Shoud they -whofe Art gave dying Tame new breath 
 And refcu dtheir furviiring Names from Death \ 
 They in whofe fight no bold Difeafe durft fiand, 
 But trembling vamftid at their leafi command 1 
 They who each Simples fov'rein Virtue knew, 
 And to their ends coud well apply them too : 
 
 C Shoud 
 
(iS) 
 
 Shoud they their skill in tedious Confult trj, 
 All, all tvoud fail to eafe my mifery ; 
 Allxhtix Prefcriptions without Thine are vain, 
 Thine only J uit the nature of my Pain. 
 Thou who haft caused, canft thou forget my grie£ 
 Which only from its Author feeks relief? 
 
 See ! my parch'd Tongue my inward heat declares, 
 And my quick Pulfe proclaims inteftine Wars 5 
 While Co much Blood "s profufely fpent within, 
 That not one drop can in my CheeKs be feen : 
 And the fame Pulfe that once gave brisk Alarms, 
 Beats a dead March in my dejected Arms : 
 JlAy Dotlors Jtgh, and fhrugging take their leave. 
 And me to Heav'n and a cold Grave bequeath, 
 While more than they the fatal fenfe I feel 
 Of my loft health, and their fuccefslefs sk[lL 
 
 What can the Patient hope, when ev'n defpair 
 Difcourages the loft Phyfician s care ! 
 The fubtle Poyfon creeps through all my Veins, 
 And in my Bones the fierce contagion reigns : 
 My drooping Head flies to my Hands for aid, 
 But by the feeble Props is foon betray 'd : 
 Now my laft breath is ready to expire, 
 And I muft next to Death's dark Cell retire. 
 
 Vainly 
 
('9) 
 
 Vainly I ftrjve my other pains to tell, 
 
 'Becaufe their number's unaccountable. 
 
 In this forlorn unpity'd ftate I lie, 
 
 While he who can relieve me, lets me die. 
 
 My Face allchangd, and out of knowledge grown* 
 
 Ev'n I am fcarce perfwaded 'tis my own. 
 
 My Eyes have fhrunk for fhelter to my Head, 
 
 And on my Cheek the Rofe hangs pale and dead 
 
 No powY cou'd drive the fierce Difeafe away, 
 
 Nor force df infulting Victor from his prey. 
 
 My Bed I loath 3 nor can it ileep procure 5 
 
 My feftrmg Wounds no Surgions hands endure. 
 
 (heart, 
 My Wounds— But oh ! that word has pierc'd my 
 
 The very mention does renew their fmart j 
 
 My Wounds gape wide, as they woud Itt in Death, 
 
 And make quick paflage for my flitting breath : 
 
 Nor can they ev'n the lighter!: touch endure, 
 
 But dread the Hand that wou d attempt their Cure, 
 
 For, Lord, my ffounds are from the Darts of Sin, 
 
 That rage and torture my griev'd Soul within : 
 
 Here an hydropick third of Riches reigns, 
 
 And their Prides flatuous humor fwells my Veins I 
 
 Next frantick PaJJm plays the Tyrants part, 
 
 And Loves o'er-fpreading Cancer gnaws my Heart. 
 
 C 2 Oft' 
 
(20) 
 
 Oft' to the learn d I made my fnffnngs known, 
 Oft 3 tryd their skill, but found redrefs from none: 
 Not all the virtue of Bethefdds Poo/, 
 Without thj help, could ever make me whole. 
 Then to what healing Altar fhou d I fiie, 
 But that whofe proftrate VitJims never die t 
 To Thee, Health-giver to the World, I kneel, 
 Who moft canft pity what thy felf didft feel : 
 There's no found part in all my tortur'd Soul ; 
 But, if thou wilt, Lord, thou canft make me whole. 
 See where, to cruel Thieves, a helplefs prey, 
 Wounded and rob'd I'm left upon the way. 
 O Good Samaritan ! my Heart revive 
 With Wine 5 my Wounds fome Balm of G Head give. 
 Then take me home, left if I here remain, 
 My Foes return, and make 'thyfuccour vain. 
 
 Aug, 
 
(21) 
 
 Aug. de Verb. Dotn. Serm. 5 5. cap. 5 5. 
 
 The whole World, from Eafi to Weft, lies 
 very fick ; but to cure this very (ick World, 
 there defcends an Omnipotent Phyfitian, 
 who humbled himfelf even to the Affum- 
 ption of a mortal Body, as if he had gone 
 into the Bed of the Difeafed. 
 
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 Scry / Ui7id fcrraiirtL /mc. a/l 77iir Si7i . 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Look upon my adverfity and wifery, and for- 
 give me all my fin, Pfal. xxv. 1 7. 
 
 f~^ AN all my Sufferings no compaffion move, 
 y~J And wou'dft thou yet perfwade me thou dofr 
 Thas oft been faid, believe it he that will ! ( love • 
 That thofc who Love, each others torment kd. 
 Canft thou behold my grief, and feek no way 
 For my redrefs ? True Love brooks no delay. 
 See what a fervile ToaJ^ my Neck fuftains, 
 Whofey^w* is more affli&ing than its pains I 
 With any task my Soul wou'd be content, 
 But one whofe Scandal is a Punijhment. 
 Had my afflictions any parallel, 
 Taught by Example, Imou'd bear them well: 
 And 'twou'd, amidft my woes, bring fome relief, 
 To have mereftoulders to fupport the grief: 
 For braved Heroes oft' have felt the weight 
 Of their injurious Step-dame Fortune's hate. 
 Thus our f arid Martyr, in his Murd'rers/^, 
 BovPdt* a Rebel Ax His Sacred Head 5 
 
 C 4 While 
 
(24) 
 
 While His great Son, a Prince of high Renown, 
 
 The Heir, of His bright Fathers Name and Crown $ 
 
 In anobfcure, ignoble Banifhment, 
 
 Did His own Fate, and Rebels Guilt prevent. 
 
 Sad inftances of Man s uncertain ftate ! 
 
 Vet 'tis no Crime to be unfortunate: 
 
 But my bafe Slav ry is alone my blame, 
 
 And lefs to be bewail'd with tears, than fhame ; 
 
 And to a heavier (una my woes amount, 
 
 Since I mull place them to my own account. 
 
 Like captivd Samtfon I am driv'n about, 
 
 The drudge and fcorn of an infulting Rout. 
 
 Around I draw the heavy reft lefs Wheel, 
 
 And find my endlefs tasl^ beginning ft ill: 
 
 Within this Circle by ft range Magich^bound, 
 
 Im ft ill in motion, yet I gain no ground. 
 
 O ! that fome ufual Labor were injoyn d, 
 And not the Tyrant Vice enflav d my mind ! 
 No weight of Chains cou'd grieve-my captive hands, 
 Like the loath'd Drudg ry of its bafe Commands ; 
 By this a double mifery I contract, 
 Ev n I condemn the hated Ills I all. 
 Vet of my Chains I'm not fo weary grown, 
 But that I ftill am putting others on. 
 For Sin has always this attending Curie, 
 To back the fir ft TranfgreJJion with a worfe ; 
 
 Tta 
 
(25) 
 This to my forrow, I too often find ! 
 Yet no Experience warns my heedlefs mind. 
 Thus Vice and Virtue- do my, Soul divide, 
 Like a Ship toft between the Wind and Tide. 
 Pleafure, the Bawd to Vice, here draws me in, 
 There i Grief ^ its Follow V, pulls me back from Sin : 
 Yet Pleafure oft comes Conqueror from the Field, 
 Whilft I to Vice, inglorious Homage yield. "".... 
 Tho' Grief does ftill with Vice in triumph ride, 
 Plac'd, like a Slave by that great Conjurors fide. 
 Thus Vice and Virtue have alternate fway, 
 While I, with endlefs labour, Both obey : 
 And to increafe my pains, as if too fmall, 
 Thy heavy hand comes in the rear of all, 
 And with deep piercing ftrokes corrects me more, 
 For what was puninYd in it f elf before. 
 Thus guilty Souls in. Hell are fcourgd for Sin - 3 
 Their never-ending Tains thus fl ill begin. 
 
 Canftthou, unkind I behold my wretched Fate? 
 Canft thou behold, and notCommiferate? 
 Look on, O fee if cauflefs I complain ! 
 
 hold thy Hand, and mitigate my Pain ! 
 
 Aug. in Pfal. xxxvi. 
 
 1 fuppofe the World is called a Mill , becaufe it is 
 turn'd about on the Wheels of Time, and grinds 
 and crufhes thofe that moft admire it. 
 
 V. Remem- 
 
OO 
 
<*7) 
 
 V. 
 
 Remember , I befeech thet y that thou haft 
 made me as the Clay y and wilt thou bring 
 me into Duft again f Job x, 9. 
 
 H 
 
 AS Providence regard to things below ? 
 Or does it flight what its not fie aid to know 
 That the great Author of this brittle Frame 
 Forgets from what Original it came ? 
 
 Ages, to Thee are but as yefterday : 
 And canfl thou y Lord, forget thy humble Clay ? 
 Formd with a touch, and quickened with a breath 5 
 In one floor t moment made, and doom'd to death. 
 If thou haft this forgot, receive from me 
 The ftrange relation of the Hiftory. 
 When this great Fabrick^of the World was reafd % 
 And its Original Nothing di faff ear d, 
 Then, in the clofe of the Sixth bufie day, 
 Thou with a glance didft the whole Work furveyi 
 And f leas d with that fair frodtiU of thy Powr, 
 Wotfdft cofyH o^er again in Miniature 5 
 
 Then 
 
(28) 
 
 Then was with all the Art of Heav'n defign'd, 
 The mortal Image of th' immortal Mind. 
 Bleft Eden was the place which gave him Birth, 
 And as he lightly leapt from Mother Earth, 
 Pleas'd Heav'n and Nature fmiling greet his rife, 
 And bid him welcome into Paradife. 
 Hard by a filver Stream did gently pafs, 
 Stealing its fecret Path along the Grafs ; 
 But foon its head-ftrong Waves more fiercely hurl'd, 
 To view the New-horn Matter of the World : 
 Thence in four flreams to diftant Regions ftray, 
 And bear the wondrous Tidings wide away. 
 Here from a Lump of defficable Earthy 
 Had Man (thetefs, but Nobler World) his Birth \ 
 The Nobler, Jince in his [mall Frame roe view 
 At once the World and its Creator too. 
 
 But things of fine ft texture fir ft decay, 
 And Heavn* great Mafter- piece is brittle Clayx, 
 Ruind by that -which does its worth advance \ 
 And daftid to pieces by the leaft mifchance. 
 
 This frail \ this tranfitory thing am I, 
 Who only live, to learn the way to die : 
 So foon fhall Fate to its frft Matter turn, 
 The curidfts Structure of this living Urn. 
 Thus China- Veflels, -wrought with Art and Pain, 
 Are, without either, turnd to Duft again. 
 
 Such 
 
(2 9 ) 
 
 Such is tti uncertainty of humane fiate, 
 Such the deftrutlive hafte of necejfary Fate ! 
 
 Why then, my God, does fvvift-pacd Time betray, 
 What of it felf s fo fubjecl: to decay ? 
 All to the Grave, their Centre, freely bend, 
 And thither, preft with their own weight, deicend; 
 Fate needs not any hafty vilence ufe, 
 To force a motion, which unurg'd they chufe. 
 
 Did I the Stars more temper'd matter fhare, 
 Till they firfl fell, I no decay fhou'd fear : 
 Or cou d I like th'unbody'd Angels be, 
 Like them, I'd triumph o'er Mortality. 
 But I, like Infetls, fure, derive my Birth 
 From fome Plebeian, futrifying Earth. 
 Why did not Heav'n an Iron temper grant, 
 Or hew me from a Rock of Adamant ? 
 
 But how dare I with Heavn expoftulate, 
 Or blame the frailty of my mortal date > 
 Nor ought proud Clay its Potter e'er upbraid, 
 Nor fcorns he that weak Veflel which he has made., 
 
 Rupert, in Jerem. lib. i . cap. 4. 
 
 Dares the tin happy Clay blafpheme the fingers of its 
 Totter ? How fo ! becaufe the Potter contracting 
 his fingers , and ftrtkjng th6 Vtffel with his whole 
 hand, it is violently dajtfd to piece;. 
 
 VI. / have 
 
(3°) 
 
 I have SmneB^vhatJhalll d? unfa 
 i/iee j O t/icnt jireJerver pfmenwhv 
 haSttheit Jet me aS (a markaqamftdm 
 
 T. *a- 
 
c«o 
 
 VI. 
 
 / ^sz/e finned, what {ball I do unto thee, 
 thou Preferver of Men ? frSSjp /?<*/? thou 
 fet me as a Mark again/} thee ? Jobvij.20, 
 
 'npl S juft, nor will I longer hide my fhame, 
 
 Jt Butown my felf egregioufly to blame: 
 My Sins to fuch a mighty fumm amount, 
 That hope of Pardon wou'd increafe th' account 5 
 And the black Catalogue of their nnwip'd fcore, 
 Calls for more Plagues than Vengeance has in ftor& 
 
 I own it, Lord, nor juft Dljhonour fear ; 
 Since public^ Puni foment I ought to bear. 
 Here, at thy Feet, I humbly proftrate bovf^ 
 And beg my Sentence from thy Mouth to know. 
 Shall my own Hand thy dread Revenge pr event y 
 Anc^ make my felf my own fad Monument f 
 Shall I with Gifts thy loaden Altar crowa, 
 Or facrifice the Beaft, my felf, thereon? 
 ( Tho*fure my Blood tvou'd that blefi place prophane r 
 And give what it Jhon'd ckanfe a fouler fiain.) 
 
 All 
 
All this, and more, ifpotfibleto do, 
 Wou'd fall far fhort to pay the Debt I owe. 
 But thou art not fevere, nor hard to pleafe, 
 Whom Blood and Slaughter only can appeafe : 
 Thy Sword thy conquer d Foe has often fpar'd, 
 And thence the bell:, the nobleft Trophies rear'd. 
 No tyrant Paflion rages in thy Breaft, 
 But the meek Dove builds there her peaceful Neft ; 
 Kind Guardian of the World ! our Help, our Aid, 
 To whom the Vows of all mankind are made : 
 Who when thou wou'dft thy height of anger mow, 
 A fudden Calm unbends thy threatning brow ; 
 How kindly dofi: thou raife the proftrate Foe, 
 With the fame hand that fhou'd have ftruck the blow ? 
 
 Woudft thou permit — But oh ! what Eloquence 
 Can with fuccefs appear in my defence ? 
 Yet let me, Lord, plead for myfelf, and Thee, 
 Left ev'rithy Caufe, as mine, may injur 'd be. 
 Lord, I confefs fvejinrid, but not alone * 
 Wilt thou impute a common Guilt to One f 
 Thy bare-fee d Rebels ftill unpunim'd go, 
 As if thou mindedft nothing here below. 
 UnplaguU, like other Men, the brutiih Swine, 
 Wallow i'tfr fowl excefs of Luft and Wine : 
 
 Yet 
 
in) 
 
 Yet doft thou flop thy Arrows on the firing, 
 
 Arreft thy brandinYd Thunder on the Wing 5 
 
 Sheath thy ra^word, juft lifted for the bio w, 
 
 And in its room mild Olive-branches fhow. 
 
 But evry flip, each inadvertencies : 
 
 Ts magnify d tdinjufrable in me. 
 
 f am the Mark of evry wounding flrdke 7 
 
 df if 1 only did thy wrath provoke. 
 
 This J confefs, All I, alas ! can do : 
 
 hear my Pray V, with my Confeffion too \ 
 Accept the good Effects of an ill Caufe, 
 
 4nd Pardon Sin, that gains thee mo ft applauf el 
 
 1 Forgpe me, Conqujror ! fince "thou muft confefs, 
 c Had I not Err d, thy Glory had been Ids. 
 
 Greg, in 7 Cap. Job, lib. 8. cap. 23. 
 
 Then God fets Man as a mdrJ^ aga'wft him, when 
 Man by. \ finning hat ' forfaken God: But our juft 
 Creator Jet him a* a m ar 1 ^ again ft him , becaufr 
 he thought him his Enemy by hps naughtinefs. 
 
 ■&-■ Y\t Where- 
 
(34) 
 
 KW/ict'cfa'c /urfcjt 1/icu (Thy face t 
 Jfclr. 13-24.. ^ ^ 
 
 ?J4 
 
(?5) 
 
 VII. 
 
 Wherefore hideji thou thy face, and boldtft 
 me for thine enemy ? job xiij. 24. 
 
 I 
 
 S't my great Error, or thy fmall &#4 
 That I am treated with this cold negleSt I 
 I thought thy frowns were but dijfembled heat, 
 And all thy threatning looks an amorous cheat. 
 As tender Mothers draw the Bread: away, 
 To urge their pretty Innocents to play; 
 Or as the Niirfe feems to deny a Kite, 
 To make the fonder fuppliant ft eal the Biifs \ 
 So I believe thou did ft abfcond, and flee 
 Only to make me falter follow thee. 
 But now, (alas ! ) 'tis earneji all, I find. 
 And not pretended Anger, but defigridi 
 My kind Embrace you coldly entertain, 
 As if we never fhou'd be Friends again i 
 And with fuch eager hafte my prefence mun, 
 As Men from Movfters or infection run s 
 As if my looks wou'd turn you into Stone : 
 But fear not that, the worlds already done $ 
 
 D % Se 
 
no 
 
 So cold you are, fo fenfelefs of my [mart, 
 Some Magickfwe hat ptrifyd jour heart. 
 O let me know what Crime I muft deplore, 
 That lets me fee your dear-lovd Face no more ! 
 Ah ! why that Face muft I no longer fee, 
 Which ne er, till now, once lookt unkind on me ? 
 Sure you believe there's poyfon in my breath, 
 Or that my Eyes dart nnavoided Death. 
 Prevent the danger with thy conqu ring Eye, 
 Vnfheath its Rays, and let t& Offender die : 
 Or elfe discharge a frown, and flrike me dead y 
 For more than Death I your Difpleafure dread. 
 Your Eyes are all I wlfh, let them be mine, 
 The Sun, unmift by me, may ceafe to mine : 
 Fair Cynthia s beautious Eyes, I can contemn, 
 Tho' all the Lamps of Night fetch Beamsfrom them : 
 But if, my Life, my Soul, thou Thine deny, 
 Heart-broke, in darknefs and defpairl dye. 
 And if thy very Ab fence caufe fuch pain, 
 Guefs what my Torment is to Love, but Love in vain I 
 
 Amb- 
 
(?7) 
 
 Amb. Apolog. pro David. 
 
 If any of our Servants offend us, we are 
 wont not to look upon the?n : If this be 
 thought a punifhment among Men, how 
 much more with God ? for you fee that 
 God turned away his face from the Offer- 
 ing of 'Cain. 
 
 D 3 VIII. 
 
(38) 
 
(39) 
 
 VIII. 
 
 that my Head were Waters , and mine . 
 Eyes a fountain of Tears, that I might 
 weep Day and Night ! Jer. ix. i . 
 
 OH ! that my Head were one vaft fource of tears. 
 With dublmgftreams as num'rous as my hairs : 
 My Face a Plain, which briny Floods mould drown , 
 And fcorning banks, come proudly rolling down. 
 That grief with inexhauftible fuffilies, 
 Won d fill the Cifterns of my flowing Byes ! 
 Till the fierce torrents which thofe fprings impart 
 Hew down my Breaft, and ft agnate round my Heart, 
 
 Not all the tears the Royal Pfalmift Hied, 
 With which his Couch was wafk'd, himielf .was jWs 
 Nor thofe which once the weeping Mary pound, 
 On the dear Feet of her forgiving Lord-, 
 Nor thofe which drown d. the great dpofties Breaft, 
 Whofe boafled Zeal fhrunk at th* affrighting Tefi i 
 AVthefe, nor more than thefe, can eerfu§ce 7 
 To cleanfe the ftains of my Impieties. 
 
 D 4 Give 
 
(4°) 
 
 Give me the nndilcover'd fource of Nik, 
 
 That with fevn Streams o'erflows th' i&gyptian Soil, 
 
 Or, Noah / let thy Deluge he renew d, 
 
 Till I am drown din the impetuous Flood; 
 
 TillTowrs, and Trees, and Hills appear no more ; 
 
 All one vaft Defer t Sea, without a Shore, 
 
 O that tbefe Fountains woud their courfe begin, 
 And flow us f aft as I made hafte to Sin ! 
 The weeping Limbecks never Jhou'd give o?er, 
 Till their laft drop had empty d all their ft ore. 
 Happy ye Fountains which for ever flow, 
 Whofe endlefs Streams no Drouth or Summer know. 
 O that my Eyes had all the Drops which fell 
 From this fair Spring, or that eternal Well I 
 How do I grudge the Clouds their envyd Rain I 
 How wifh the boundlefs Treafures of the Main I 
 Then flood d my Tears, like that, juft motion keep, 
 And Ifhou>d take a ftrange delight to weep : 
 Nor the fwift current of my grief forbid, 
 Till in the Waves this little World were hid-, 
 Hid, as the neighboring Valleys are o'erfpread, 
 When the warm Sun melts Pindus fnowy head. 
 7 he great ArTyrian, found in Jordan V Seas, 
 A happy Medicine for his foul Difeafe y 
 
 Bhi 
 
(4i) 
 
 But what hind Torrent mil my Cure b 
 And cleanfe my filthier Leprofie of Sin 
 
 nn. 
 
 See ! frommy Saviour'/ fide a fir earn 0/Blood I 
 Til bath my j elf in that Redeeming Flood : 
 That healing Torrent yeas on furpfe ffilt, 
 Towajhrny ftains, and expat e all my guilt. 
 That ever-Mowing Ocean W// fuffce 
 For the defetl of my exhaufted Eyes. 
 
 Hieron. in Jerem. cap. 9. 
 
 If I were all diffolv > d to Tears, and thofe not 
 only fome few drops, but an Ocean or a 
 Deluge, I ffjou/d never rveef> enough. 
 
 IX. The 
 
(4?) 
 
 TAc iPatttl afJHctt came atoit 
 mz- f l/ic Jn.ircJ of ' JDcal/i offer totflk 
 
(43) 
 
 IX. 
 
 The pains of Hell came about me : the f nates 
 of Death overtook me y Pfal. xviij, 4. 
 
 WHile in this fad diftrefs mf felf I view, 
 Methinks I make that Heathen Fable true j 
 Of him whole bleeding mangled Carcals lay, 
 To his own Hounds exposed a helplefs prey. 
 Long I the pleafures of the ^Wpurfu'd, 
 Till, like its Beads, my felf grew wild and rude 5 
 I hop'd with Hunting to divert my care, 
 But almoft fell my felf into the fhare. 
 
 Yet to thofe Woods ( alas ! ) I did not go, 
 Whofe inn'cent Sports give health md plea/are too. 
 I fpread no Toils to take the tirn rous Beer^ 
 Nor aim'd my Javlinat the rugged Bear, 
 Happy, had I my time fo well imploy'd, 
 Nor had I been by my own Game deftroy'd : 
 I had not then mif-fpent my youthful days, 
 Nor torn my fiefli among fharp thorny ways. 
 
 But 
 
(44) 
 
 But I (alas ! ) ftill ply'd the fparkling Wine, 
 That poys'nous Juice of the pernicious Vine -, 
 And this exposed me to Loves fatal Dart, 
 The falle betrayer of my unguarded heart : 
 Thou Love, haft thy fly Nets, and fubtle charms $ 
 Nor are thy Bow and Dart thy only Arms. 
 And treacherous Wine does fatal weapons bear - 
 The Glafs is more deftruclive than the Spear. 
 Thus Sampfin, by his Dalila betray 'd, 
 Was Hers, and then his Erimies Captive made : 
 Thus, when too freely Noah had usd the Vine, . 
 He who efcaffd the Flood, lay drown d in Win©. 
 
 Thus Love, by me purfu'd (alas!) too faft, 
 Seiz'd my loft Soul, and prey'd on me at laft -, 
 Within whofe clofeincircling Toils befet, 
 I feem'd a Beaft juft falfn into the Net : 
 Deftroy'd by what my inclination fought, 
 As Birds by their frequented Lime-troigs caught ; 
 For Death around, irs fubtle Nets does fpread, 
 Fine as the texture of the Spiders Web : 
 And as perdue that watchful Robber lies, 
 His buzzing prey the better to furprize j 
 But, taught by motion when the booty's nigh, 
 Leaps out, and feizes the entangled Fly : 
 
 O 
 
(45) 
 
 Or as a Fowler, with his hidden Snare, 
 Contrives t'entrap the Racers of the Air y 
 While to conceal and further the deceit, 
 He ftrows the ground with his deftru&ive meat 3 
 And fattens Birds of the fame kind, to fing, 
 And weakly flutter on their captive wing : 
 So Death the Wretch into his Snare decoys, 
 And with pretended happinefs deftroys : 
 Above the Nets we think a leap to take, 
 But head-long drop into tli infernal Lake. 
 
 
 Amb. lib. 4. in cap. 4. Lucx. 
 
 The reward of Honour^ the height of Tvwer, the deli- 
 cacy of Diet, and the beauty of an Harlot, are the 
 [nates of the DeviL 
 
 Idem* He bono mortis. 
 Triiftthmjeekeft Pleafures, thourmnefiintoSnzves', 
 jortkeEye of the fiarlot is ttifr Snare of the A~ 
 duiterer. 
 
 X, Enter 
 
<40 
 
 J^nlzr nafr info Hidgm&tt t&iA 
 f/iy 4er$mit,0 Z<0tfL. 2? Sal: 143.2,. 
 
 :p. ff. 
 
(47) 
 
 Enter not into Judgment with thy Servant y 
 O Lord 9 PfaJ. cxliij. 2. 
 
 THE Mafters gains to a fmallfum amount, 
 That calls his Servant to a ftricl: account j 
 And tho J the Servant has not wrong'd his truft, 
 Where's the applaufe of being only Juft } 
 Vainly the Af after does a Suit begin, 
 To gain a VicYry he muft blufh to win .• 
 Andiflm over guilty made, no doubt 
 I muftga feek^Jome other Af after out. 
 Believe me, Lord, to be fever e with me, 
 Will wrong thee more than my offending thee* 
 I am fo much too mean for thy regard, 
 Twill lefleft thee to mind how I have err'd. 
 What! muft thy Regiftries the pleadings {how 3 
 Swoln with the HiftVy of my overthrow ? 
 Or can I hope my Caufe fhou d Thine out- do, 
 Where Thou fit ft Judge, that art the Plantif too ? 
 What Eloquence can plead with fuch fiiccefs, 
 To free tke wretch that does his debt confefs ? 
 
 Alas J 
 
( 48 ) 
 
 Alas ! what Advocate beft read in Laws, 
 
 Can weaken Thine, or re- in f orce my Caufe ? 
 
 Ah ! not too ftriclly my Accounts furvey, 
 
 Nor for Abatements let me vainly pray. 
 
 Both Heav n and Earth thy boundlefs Mercy know, 
 
 To Pardon, eafie * 7 and to Panijb, flow : 
 
 E"on when our Crimes full thy juft Vengeance down, 
 
 'Tis rather grief, than anger, makes thee frown : 
 
 And when thou doft our Punifhment decree, 
 
 Thou feed our (tripes with more concern than we ' } 
 
 And doft chaftife us at fo mild a rate, 
 
 That what we bear, we fcarce wou d deprecate; 
 
 And tho' our felves we had the Judges been, 
 
 We hardly fhou'd have lightlier touch' t our Sim 
 
 But tho' this Char after is All thy due, 
 
 Let me thy Ughtefl Centres undergo ; 
 
 For tho 3 thy Adercy does no limits know, 
 
 Thy Juft ice muft have fatxjatlion too. 
 
 Thefe Attributes in equal bal lance lye, 
 
 And neither muft the others Right deny. 
 
 No melting PaflTion can arTecl thy breaft, 
 
 Nor foft in treaties charm thy hand to reft i . 
 
 Nor baffled Eloquence dares here engage, 
 
 But wants it felf fome happier Patronage. 
 
 No Fee, no Bribe, no Tricky in all the Laws, 
 
 Can eer prevail to carry fuch a Caufe, 
 
(49) 
 
 Hs vain with Thee, Lord, to commence a Suit, 
 
 Ifhofe awful prefence ftrikes all Pleaders mute, 
 
 Jo other Judge fo terrible can be, 
 
 o make me fear//// ftriflefi fcrutinie 5 
 
 >ut Thy Tribunal, Lord, with dread I view, 
 
 fliere thou art Plaint If, Judge, and Witnefs tod t 
 
 Sphere, when my Sentence frorri Thy mouth is come- 
 
 [o Plea can urge Thee to reverfe the Doom. 
 
 few this dread place augments the Guilty s fear* 
 
 fhere fo much awe and gravity appear ! 
 
 vn He whofe Reas ning did this Truth aflert, 
 
 nd fhot a trembling into Felix Heart 5 
 
 f ho did not his cwn judgment Seat decline, 
 
 ou d without trembling never think of 'Thine, 
 
 nd Wifdoms famous Oracle denies 
 
 he pureft Soul ilnblemifli'd in Thy Eyes i 
 
 ftofe pious Father ( after thine own heart) 
 
 eclares Thy Wrath the belt of Man's defert. 
 
 nd Job allures us, that the Stars, whofe Light 
 
 bears with kind influence our admiring fight ; 
 
 ho J glorious all in our dim Eyes they fhine, 
 
 re only fmall Opacous Orbs in thine. 
 
 ow then can weaker Beams fupport that weight, 
 
 hich mook thefe Pillars with flicrrflrange affright I 
 
 r how czn humble Hjjfop keep its Wall, 
 
 hen Libanm\ ftatelieft Cedars fall ? 
 
O) 
 
 When I behold my large unblotted (core,' 
 And think what Plagues thy Vengeance has in ftore 
 An icy horror chills my freezing blood, 
 And flops the active motion of its flood. - 
 
 Asfomepale Captive, when condemn d to death, 
 Loath to refign, evn his laftgafpof breath, 
 Beholds, with an intent and ft eddy eye, 
 The dreadful Inftrument of Tate raisd high : 
 Tet ftill unwilling from this World to go, 
 Shuns with a ft art the dif of pointed blow : 
 So, when I fee thy Book, in which are writ 
 All the bUckCrimes I rafhly did commit, 
 
 Amaz'd, I fly thy Bar ; 
 
 For how can Sinners that ftri& place abide, 
 Where ev'n the Righteous fcarce are juftify'd ? 
 
 Bernard 
 
<50 
 
 Bernard. Serm. 6. fuper, Beatiqui, &c* 
 
 What can be thought fo fearful, what fo full 
 of trouble and anxiety, as to ft and to 
 be judged at fuch a Tribunal, and to ex- 
 feci an uncertain Sentence from fuch a 
 Judge i 
 
 E 2 IX. Let 
 
(50 
 
 Irftnjt&e wafer-feed drawn me 
 
 neither- Jet the deep inralfon? mit it/i. 
 Jptal* ee- ie. 
 
 T.5%. 
 
<■») 
 
 XL 
 
 Let not the water-flood drown me : neither let 
 the deepfwallow me Ufa Pfal. Jxix. 16. 
 
 UUconftant motion of the reftlefs Sea, , t , 
 Whole treacherous Waves the Sailorjt hops be- 
 So calm fometimes, fo mining they appear, 
 No polifh'd Chryftal is more fmooth or clear. 
 Sometimes they feem ftill as a (landing Lake, 
 Whofe modeft Pools no ftir, or motion make, 
 fometimes the Waves, rais'd by agentfe breeze, 
 Curl their green heads, the wand Ving fight to pleafe j 
 rhen, in foft mealures, round the VefTels dance, 
 tod to the Mufick of their Shrouds advance. 
 While thou, kind Sea, their burthen doft fuftain, 
 Ivn while their beaks plough furrows on the Main : . 
 Safe on thy yielding back each VeiTel rides, 
 rbo J its rude Oars lafh to a foam thy fides. 
 rhe groaning Earth fcarce weightier burthens feels 
 7 rom heavy loaden Carts witb i'rn- bound wheels; 
 Ind that none may fufpeft thou wilt betray, 
 rhy ehryftal Waves their rocky breads difplay, 
 
 E i A? 
 
(?4> 
 
 As if no treactiry cou'd be harboured there, 
 Where fuch &\x flows of honefly appear. 
 
 But when the Anchor's weigh'd, the Sail's atrip, 
 £nd a kind gale bears on the floating Ship, 
 Soon as the Land can be perceiv'd no more, 
 And all relief is diftant as the {hoar, 
 Then the rough Winds their boiiVrous gufts difcharge, 
 And all at once auault the helplefs Barge. 
 Juft as the jiirious Lyhian Lions rave, 
 When eager to devour a Sentenc d Slave ; 
 Or as a crew of (lurdy Thieves prepare 
 To feize and plunder fome lone Traveller | 
 Then the infulting Eillows proudly rife, 
 And menace, with their lofty tops, the Skies * 
 Whilft the difcolour'd Waters hide their head, 
 So much th' approaching Tempeft s rage they dread, 
 And when each jarring Wind intuits and raves, 
 And altogether hover o'er the Waves ; 
 Short broken Seas ev'n from themfelves are torn, 
 And different ways each crowding Billow born. 
 J^£// bLcl^btlow, above all foamy -white 5 
 3F%mdf darknefs mixt with dreadful Light ; 
 Here long, long Hills, roll far, and wide away ; 
 There ybrttft Vales fright bachjti intruding Day.'} 
 
 Here 
 
Here a vaft Gulph of Ruin opens wide, 
 And the Ship's fwallowed in the rapid Tide : 
 Or if born on a Tenth unlucky Wave, 
 The breaking bubble proves its watry Grave. 
 Thus the falfe Ocean treachVoufly beguiles, 
 And thus m frowns end its deceitful [miles* 
 
 But I fufpe&ed not tff unfaithful Main, 
 Nor did of its inconftancy complain "i 
 I ne'er the fury of the Winds did blame, 
 Nor on the Temfefis boifterous rage exclaim ; 
 ( Which twills the furly Billows, till they rife, 
 And foaming-mad, attack the lo wring Skies ; ) 
 Nor curft the hardy wretch that led the way, 
 And taught the World to perifh in the Sea. 
 My Veffel ne'er lanch'd from my native fhoar, 
 Nor -did the Navigator's Art explore. 
 I ftudy'd not the Chard, nor gave my mind ... 
 To learn to tack and catch the veering Wind. 
 Too ibon thefe Artifts of their Skill repent, 
 And perifh by the Arts they did invent. 
 My Life's the Sea, whole treach'ry I declare, 
 My fe If the Veffel tofs'd and Shipwrack'd there % W 
 All the loud Storms of the iniiilting Wind, ., 
 Arereftlefs Pajfionsot nay troubled Mind, JIL 
 
 E 4 This 
 
(5*) 
 
 Thus harraft in this flu&uating State, 
 I pafs thro' ftrange Vlclffitudes of Fate. 
 
 Deceitful Life ! whofe falfe ferenity 
 Changed in a moment, ends in mifery ! 
 Thou want'ft nofoeet allurements to betray 5 
 Thy Beauty ever charming, ever gay ; 
 While Love and Lull wrack the diftracled mind, 
 No dangVous Sands, no Rocks, or Shores we find : 
 But when a Tide of Crimes breaks firecely in, 
 And beats the Scul on fatal Shelves of Sin ; 
 Then, ah too late ! the difmal Gulph it fpies, 
 In which 'tis plung'd, and funk by treach'rous Vice. 
 
 Oh! that, at leaft like wretched drowning Men, 
 Thefe finking Souls wou'd rife and float agen ! 
 That, while their groiler parts do downward move, 
 Their pure Devotion wou'd remain above ! 
 But, juftas men to whom die Earths gaping Womb 
 Becomes at once theit Murttirer and their Tomb 5 
 Or as the wretch, beneath forne falling Roch^ y 
 At once is kilfd and bury'd with the flroke : 
 Or thofe to whom deceitful Ice gives way,' 
 In vain wou'd rile agendo diftant day : 
 So fare the men by Sins fwift current born, 
 Thoughtlels of Heav'n, by Heav n th' are left forlon\ 
 
 See, 
 
<S7) 
 
 See, Lord, how I with Wind and Tide engage, 
 While on each hand unequal War they wage! 
 See how my head is bow'd unto the Grave, 
 While lam forc'd to court the drowning Wave ! 
 Seeft thou my Soul loft in a double Death, 
 And wilt thou not reprive my flitting breath ? 
 Behold, O Lord ! behold, and pity me, 
 And leave me not to perifh in the Sea ; 
 O hold me up by thy Almighty hand, 
 And I mall quickly reach the wifh'd-for Land. 
 Be thou my Pylot, and my Motion guide, 
 Then I {btiSfwm in fpight of Wind and Tide. 
 
 Ambrof! Apolog. pro David, cap, 3, 
 
 The multitude of our Lufls raife a mighty Tempeft, 
 which fi tones them that (ail in the Ocean of the 
 Body, that the Mind cannot be its own Pylot 
 
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(59) 
 
 XII. 
 
 Oh> that thou woulcfft hide me in the Grave I 
 that thou wouUPft keep mefecret, until thy 
 wrath be p aft t Jobxiv". ij. 
 
 \XT H °> w ^ 10 W *H g rant me afecure retreat, 
 V V where I may fhun thy furies fcorching heat > 
 Whofe piercing flames whene'er I call to mind, 
 [ fear I can no fafe concealment find : 
 rhen I defire the covert of the TVood , F , 
 
 And Caves, whence Beafts are rang d to feek their 
 rhen in Earth's Womb won' d hide my fearful head, 
 Or in fome Sea- worn Rock compofe my Bed : 
 [n hilly Caverns then my felf I'd fave, ' 
 
 3r fly for refuge to the filent Grave : 
 3r far remote from the fair Orbs of Light, 
 i^ou'd in thick Darknefs dwell, and endlcfs Night.' 
 
 When the loud Thunder rouls along the Sky, 
 tf en to the Lawrels fhelter trembling fly : 
 n vain (alas ! ) they hope ProteEtion thence, 
 rhe helplefs Tree proves not its own Defence ; 
 
 Much 
 
(6o) 
 
 Much lefs can that a place of Refuge he 
 From an all-feeing angry Deity. 
 
 Thy Eyes the clofeft Solitudes invade, 
 
 And pierce and pry into the darkeft Shade. 
 The Wretch who took his Ruine from a Tree, 
 In vain with Leaves wou'd hide his fhame from Thee 
 For while to fhun thy pretence he aflay'd, 
 Ev n his abfeonding his offence betray'd. 
 In vain ( alas ! ) to Caves and Dens we run, 
 We carry with us -what we cannot fhun. 
 The Den that did the Hebrew Captive fave, 
 When He was freed, prov'd his Accufers Grave: 
 Nor was Lots Inceft hidden in his Cave. 
 As much in vain we court the Earths dark Womb, 
 And fly for fhelter to the filent Tomb : 
 Vengeance, ev'n thither, will our flight pur fue, 
 And rife to funifh thofe black ills we doe. 
 Thus vainly Cain ftopt righteous Abels Breath, 
 The mouth of blood was opened by. his Death. 
 As vainly Jonas in the Sea conceaTd 
 His fait hlefs flight, evn by the <5Vtfreveal'd : 
 His living Tomb obey'd Heav ns great command, 
 And caft him back to the forfaken Land. 
 A brittle Faith is all the glalfy Sea can boaft (molt. 
 Tranfparent Waves betray what they fliou'd cover' 
 
 Nor 
 
Nor can we hope concealment in a Tomb, 
 That cafts our bones from itso er-burthen d Womb. 
 tn Rocks and Caves we muft no truft repofe, 
 For their own found thefecret will difclofe. 
 And leaves, and Trees themfelves, alike will fade, 
 And then expofe what they were meant to/hade. 
 \ T or Sea , nor Land, not Cave, nor Ben, nor Wood, 
 \ T or Stars, nor Heavn it [elf can do the good : 
 Thou, Lord, alone canft hide my fearful head, 
 Where I no Vengance, nor ev n Thine, can dread. 
 W\\\\& Thy kind Hand afide thy Thunder lays, 
 Stretch-out, difarm'd, afu^liant Wretch toraife, 
 
 Amb. in Jerem. cap. 9. 
 
 Thither s O Adam ! have thy Tranfgreffions led thee, 
 that thou fhunnft thy God, whom before thou 
 fought' ft ? That Fear betrays thy Cnm%- that Flight 
 thy Prevarication. - 
 
 
 XIII. Are 
 
(62) 
 
 dm nci'iny days few, ceaSc men^t^ 
 an J let me ale tic t/iatl?nay lew ail 
 ?ny Self a little. leh. icTScC 
 
 3? AM 
 
(6 3 ) 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Are not my days few ? Ceafe then y and let me 
 alone , that I may bewail my [elf a little. 
 Job. X. 20. 
 
 MUST a few minutes added to my days 
 Be thought a favour paffing thanks or praife 1 
 4ges, indeed, might well deferve that name, 
 And render my Ingratitude tQbhmG : 
 But, the increafe of a few days to come, 
 How little adds it to the flender fum ? 
 As well the Infant that but treads the Stage, 
 fs faid to leave it in a good old Age. 
 *s well poor Infers may be faid to live, 
 ro whom their Birth-day does their J#*W give, 
 
 So fading Floors their hafty minutes count, 
 tfhofe longefl Life fcarce to one day amount 
 ?low'rs, in the morning Boys, afe noon-tide Men % 
 it night, with age, feeble as Boys agen. 
 rhus in one fhort-hVd day they bloom and die, 
 Ind all the dift rence of t*r Ages try. 
 
 Wou'd 
 
/^~--(64) 
 
 Wou'd Times o'er-hafty Wheels their Motion (lay* 
 
 And the fwift hours not poft {b fwift away, 
 
 The InfeEls then might lengthen too their Song, 
 
 And the Flowers boaft their day had been fo long. 
 
 But Time is ever haftning to be gone, 
 
 And, like a Stream, the Tear glides fwiftly on. 
 
 Succeftive Months clofely each other trace, 
 
 And meet the Sun along his annual race, (mce 
 
 While fhort-liv d Days, then either, marchafwifter. 
 
 The harneft hours are pretfing forward ftill, 
 
 And, once gone by, axe irretrievable. 
 
 " Thus envious Time loves on itfelfto prey, 
 
 " And ftill thro' its own Entrails eats its way. 
 
 Its felf purfues, it fdf it ever flies, 
 
 And on it felf it ever lives and dies. 
 
 So wafting Lamps by their own flames expire, 
 
 And kindle at them f elves their Fun ral fire. 
 
 Thus its own courfe the circling Tear purfues, 
 
 Till like the Wheels on which 'tis mov'dit grows. 
 
 This Truth the Ancients weightily expreft, 
 Who made the Father on his Off-lpring feaft : 
 For Time on Months and Tears, its Children, feeds, 
 And kills with motion, what its motion breeds. 
 Hours wafte their Dajs,t\\G Days their Months confume* 
 And tic rapacious Months their Tears entomb. 
 
 Thus 
 
' v (6 5 ) v r • 
 
 Thus Tears, Months, Days, and Hours, ftiH keep their 
 Till all in vafl Eternity are drown d. (round, 
 
 Then, Lord, allow my grief Tome little Ipace, 
 To mourn the fiortnefs of my hafty race i 
 I wifh not time for laughter $ if I did, 
 My circumfianoes and the />/*** forbid. 
 All I defire, is time for grief 'and ta»\r, 
 Let fte beall th' addition to my years : 
 Which, thd but fhort, yet have been full of fin y 
 More than my time was to repent it in. 
 fet if thou grants me fame few minutes more, 
 rhey 11 make amends for my fhort days before., 
 ^omethen, My cruel Hands, and without reft 
 > pity, beat my hard, my fencelefs Breaft ! 
 >op then, my eyes, you cannot flow too fad, 
 Miile you delay, what precious time is paft > 
 ris done [ my tears have a prevailing force, : 
 tod HeavWppeas'd, now flop their ejiger courfe. 
 
 Hieron. ad Paulam, Epift. 12. 
 
 Vhen man fr(i finnH y he changd Eternity for Mor- 
 tality, Nine hmdredyears, er thereabouts ; But fin 
 wcreafing by degrees, Mans life was contracted to a 
 very fhort /pace. 
 
 f xiy.oht 
 
(<5<J) 
 
(«7) 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Oh I that thy were wife, that they under- 
 Stood this, that thy would corfdtr their 
 latter end, Deut. xxxij. 29* 
 
 OHame on befotted man, whofe baffled mind 
 ^ Is to all dangers, but the frefent, blind ! 
 Whofe thoughts are all impioydon mif chiefs near, 
 But ills remote, never fore-fee, ox fear. 
 The Soldier is prepared before thf alarm, 
 The Signal givn 'twoud be too late to arm. 
 The Pybt's fore-fight waits each diftant bkft,- 
 And lofes no advantage in his hafte. 
 TO indubious Hind manures and fo W s the Field, 
 Which he expe&s a plenteous Crop fhould yield.' 
 The lab ring Ant in Summer ftores at home \ 
 Provifion e re old Age and Winter come. 
 But, oh! what means Man's ftupid negligence, 
 That of the future has no care orfence? 
 Does he expeft Eternity below, 
 A life that fhall no alteration know > 
 He's much abus'd \ inevitable Death, 
 Tho' it delays, will one day ftop his breath : 
 
 *'r\ Vaia 
 
(68) 
 
 Vain are the hopes the firmed: Leagues produce, 
 
 That Tyrant keeps no Faith, regards no Trace: 
 
 He does not to the Peace he makes incline, 
 
 To take advantage in hjs whole defign : 
 
 To him Alliance is an empty name, 1 
 
 He does all infrefts, but his own, difclaim. > 
 
 Sooner the Ice or Snow mall mix with Flame ; ) 
 
 Sooner the faithlefs Winds and Waves agree. 1 
 
 And night and Day, and Lambs for fafety flee > 
 
 To bloody wolves,then that make Peace with Thee: ) . 
 
 Fiercely the greedy fpoiler ftrikes at all, 
 
 A prey for his infatiate Jaws too fmall : 
 
 He tears ev'n tender Infants from the bread, 
 
 And wrap them in a Shrowd, erf for the Cradle drep. 
 
 Nor Sex nor Age the grim Deftroyer fpares, 
 
 Unmov d alike by Innocence zn&Tears. 
 
 Here fprightly Youth, there hoary bending Age 
 
 Sweet Boys, and blooming Virgins glutt his Rage. 
 
 Like common Soldiers, chief Commanders die, 
 
 And like Commanders, common Soldiers lie. 
 
 No mining Duft appears in Crafts Urn, 
 
 Tho' all he touch'd he feern d to Gold to turn. 
 
 Nor boafts fair Rachels face that Beauty here, , 
 
 Forwhich theP^W^Kerv'dhis twice-fev n year, ( 
 
 And never thought the pleafing Purchafe dear. 
 
 JEvn 
 
Evn Dives herefrom Laz'rus is not known, 
 
 For now Ones Purple, tti Others Rags are gone, 
 
 Each has no Manfion but his narrow Cell, 
 
 Equal in colour and alike in fmell. 
 
 Why then fhou'd man of fuch vain Treafure boaft, 
 
 So difficultly^*/*'*/ fo quickly loft ? 
 
 For, late or a*r£, all refign their breath, 
 
 -And bend, pale Viclims to their Conqueror Death: 
 
 Each Sex, each ^, Profefion, and ZXgyw, 
 
 Moves tow'rds A&iar Centre o£ Humanity. 
 
 But did they not a farther Journey go, 
 And that to die were all they Ifad to do 5 
 Cou'd but their Souls diflblve as faft away, 
 As their corrupting Carcajfes decay; 
 They a covet Death to *W their prefent cares, 
 And for prevention of their future fears : 
 They'd to the GVv*z^ as an Afyltm run, 
 And c^^the ftroke which now they wim to {bun : 
 -But Death (alas !) ends not their miferies, 
 The Soul's immortal, thd the Body dies. 
 Which, foon as from its Pris n of Clay enlarg'd, 
 At Heav ns Tribunal's fentencd or difchargd. 
 Before an awful Fow'r, juft znd fevere, 
 Round whole bright head confuming flames appear 5 
 
 F 3 The 
 
(7°) 
 
 The fliackled Captive, dazled at his fight, 
 Deje&ed ftands, and flukes with wild affright. 
 While, withftricl: fcrutiny, the Judge furveys 
 Its heart, and clofe impieties difplays. 
 The wretch convicled, does its guilt confefs, 
 Nor hopes for mere) \ for concealment lefs ; 
 While He, th* Accufer, Judge, and Witnefs too, 
 Damns it to an Eternity of woe ; 
 Where, fince no hope of an Appeal appears, 
 Twoud fain diffolve and drown it felf in tears. 
 
 What terrors then feize the foifaken Soul, 
 That finds no Patron fbx a Caufe fo foul? 
 Then it implores fome Mountain to prevent, 
 By a kind crufh, its Jhame ^nApmiJhment, 
 
 O wretched Soul, juft fudge, hard Sentence too ! 
 What hardend wretch dares fin, that thinks on Ton ? 
 Yet here, (alas!) ends not the fatal grief, 
 There is another Death, another Life. 
 A Life as boundlefs as Eternity ; 
 A Death whence fhall no RefurreFlion be. 
 What Hell of Torments fhall in This be found ? 
 With what a Heavn of Joys flail That abound? 
 Here rich caeleftial Nectar treats the Soul ; 
 There Fire and Brimftone crowns the flaming Bowl : 
 
 . That, 
 
(?0 
 
 That, fiird with Mufick of th' Angelick Quire, 
 Shall each bleft Soul with Extaiies infpire; 
 While This difturb'd, at evVy hideous yell, 
 Shall in the Damn'd raife a new dread of Hell : 
 That knows nofharp excels of cold or heat, 
 In This the wretches always freefe or fweat. 
 There reign Eternal Refi, and foft Refofe -, 
 Here, painful toil no end or meafure knows. 
 That, void of grief, does nought afflictive fee; 
 This, ftill difturb'd, from troubles never free. 
 O happy Life ! O vaft unequall'd Blifs ! 
 O Death accurs'd ! O endlefs Miferies ! 
 For that or this muft be the doubtfull cafi, 
 Nor may we throw agen when once 'tis paft. 
 Be wile then, Man, nor will thy care be vain, 
 To fhun the Misery, and the Blifs obtain ; / ga j n 
 Give Heavn thy Heart, if thou its Crown woudft 
 
 Aug. Soliloq. cap. 3 
 
 What more lamentable and more dreadful can be 
 thought of than that terrible Sentence, Go ? What 
 more delightful, than that ^leafing Invitation, 
 Come ? They are two words y of which nothing can 
 be heard more affrighting than the One, nothing 
 more rejoycing than the Other. 
 
 F 4 XV. My 
 
<7«> 
 
 '*My /ifc is rvnccencld tviin /icaiwicfs, 
 a/i J im ' years n+tt/i Mcnir/unkttalji it 
 
 Yjfe. 
 
(73) 
 
 XV. 
 
 My life is waxen old with heavinefs y and my 
 years with mourning, Pfal. ji. n. 
 
 WHat lowing Star rul'd my unhappy Birth, 
 And banifh'd thence all days ofeafe & mirth ? 
 While expectation ftill deludes my mind, 
 Pleased with vain hope fomefmiling hour to find : 
 But ftiil that fmiling hour forbears to come, 
 ^nd fends a row of Mourners in its room. 
 I hop d alternate courfes in each day, 
 And that the/W to fairer woud give way : 
 And as the Sun difpelsthe Clouds of Night, 
 When he to Heav'n reftores his welcom Light; 
 Or as the Moons kind infi ence brings again 
 The rifing motion of the low-ebb'd Main: 
 So I, with unfuccesful Augury, 
 Prefagd things fi as I wou'd have them be : 
 But, oh \ my grief exceeds in length and fum 
 The Widow's Tribute at her Husband's Tomb : 
 She^ when the Author of her Joy is gone. 
 [s twice-fix months confin'd to mourn alone 5 
 
 : -■ Yet 
 
(74) 
 
 Yet the laft half £he does not, as before, 
 Hide her fmooth Fore-head in a clofe Bendore. 
 But all my years are in deep mourning (pent, 
 There's not a month , not onejhort day exempt. 
 No rules give bounds or me afar e to my woes, 
 But their increafe, like the feign d Hydras grows. 
 My life fo much in fighs and tears is fpent, 
 It minds that leaft, for which 'twas chiefly meant. 
 
 Tis true, Storms often make the Ocean fvvell , 
 But the mofi violent ixz.fhorteft ftill ; 
 For when with eager fury they engage, 
 They lofe them] elves in their excefs of rage. 
 And when their JVinter-blafls difrobe the Wood, 
 Their Summer-airs make all thetrefpafs good : 
 If the rough North doth his black wings difplay 
 When once he's gone, far lovelier grows the Day. 
 But grief does all my haplefs years imploy, 
 Nor grants me one Parent hefts of Joy. 
 My Mufick is infighs and groans expreft, 
 With my own hands extorted from my breaff : 
 This -fad diver fion is my fble delight, 
 My Mufick this by Day, my Song by Night. 
 How oft' havefighs, while I my words confind, 
 Broke Prifbn, and betrayU my troubled mind ? 
 
 Ho* 
 
tow oft' have I in tears confum'd the day, 
 
 nd in complaints pafs'd the long night away ? 
 
 )fV you, my Friends, did my wild Griefs condemn* 
 
 nd I as oft 5 aflay'd to ftiffle them : 
 
 ,et loofe the reins to mirth, you always cry'd 5 
 
 b lofe the reins, ( alas ! ) in vain I try'd : 
 
 or when with laughter I a figh fuppreft, 
 
 ; raised a fatal conflift in my breaft s 
 
 nd if I wifh for fleep to ciofe my eyes, 
 
 :ill a frefh fhow'r that envy'd blifs denies 3 
 
 'hen if I Hop its courfe, impetuous grown, 
 
 'will force its way, and bear the Sluces down. 
 
 ach Brook, whofe ftream my tears have made to rife; 
 
 ach fhady Grove, fill'd with my mournful cries s 
 
 ach lonely Vale, and ev ry confcious Hill, 
 
 he kind repeaters of my forrows ftill 5 
 
 hefe know the troubles which I wiffrd conceal'd 
 
 /ere by loud throbbings of my heart reveal'd 5 
 
 rom fencelets Woods my Sorrows pitty found, 
 
 he Ecchoes oft 1 repeat the mournfull found. 
 
 [y fecret moans they vented oYe again ; 
 
 y turns we wept, and did by turns complain. 
 
 So, mov'd by 'her Sifter's lamentable Note, 
 4 Philomel unlocks her mournful throat, 
 
 As 
 
<7«) 
 
 As if the emP&us Rivals were at ftrife 
 
 Whole tongue fhou d bed exprefs the height of grid 
 
 The widow d Turtle fo bewails her Mate, 
 
 yvith. grief unalterable , as his Fate. 
 
 And fo the Stars have my fad life defign'd, 
 
 That not one minute fhou'd be fair or kind. 
 
 And that my fbrrows may not find relief, 
 By wanting new occafions for my grief, 
 Tis their decree, That,^ my Infant-breath 
 Began whhJighs,fo Ifhondfigh to death. 
 
 Chryfoft 
 
(77) 
 
 Chryfofl:. in Pfal. 11$. 
 
 ] ught we not worthily to lament^ who 
 are in a firange Country r , and ha- 
 nifb'd to a Climate remote from our 
 Native Soil? 
 
 DESIRES 
 
r 7 8) 
 
 firvc?£ JeJ-irc. f&atilfadk aBnsayS 
 
(79) 
 
 DESIRES 
 
 OF THE 
 
 RELIGIOUS SOUL. 
 
 BOOK the Second. 
 
 I. 
 
 iy foul breaketh out for the very fervent de- 
 fire that it hath always unto thy Judg- 
 ments, Pfal. cxix. 20. 
 
 'JT 7"HiIe Hcavn and Earth fblicite me to love, 
 
 V V My doubtful choice is puzzel'd w ch t'approve % 
 
 eav n cries, obey, while Earth proclaims, be free : 
 
 eav'n urges duty, Earth pleads liberty. 
 
 all'd hence by Heav% by Earth I'm calTd again, 
 
 oft, like a VefTelon the reftlefs Main : 
 
 befe different Loves a doubtful Gombat wage, 
 
 nd thus obftruEl the choice they wou d engage. 
 
 I ! tis enough 5 let my long-harraft mind 
 
 the be ft choice a quiet Haven find I 
 
 > my dear God ! Let not my Soul incline 
 
 o any Love, or let that Love be thine / 
 
(8o) 
 
 Tis true, 'tis pleafant to be free to chufe. 
 
 And when we will, accept ; when not A refufe. 
 
 Freedom of choice endures reftraint but iH 5 
 
 Tis ufurpation on tfr unbounded will. 
 
 The neighing Steed Thus, loos'd from Bitt, and rein 
 
 To his lov d, well-known pafture runs again. 
 
 Thus the glad Ox, from the ploughs burthen freed, 
 
 Runs lowing on to wanton in the Mead : 
 
 And when the Hind their freedom wou'd revoke, 
 
 This fcorns his Harnefs, That defies the Yoak. 
 
 Vox freedom in our choice we count a bliis j 
 
 Eager to chufe, tho 5 oft we chufe amifs. 
 
 So the young Prodigal, impatient grown 
 
 To manage his entire Eftate alone ; 
 
 Takes from his prudent Father's frugal care 
 
 His Stocky by that improvd and thriving there: 
 
 But his own Steward made, with eager hafte 
 
 He does the flow-gain >d Patrimony wafle, 
 
 Tillfiarv'd by Riot, and with Want opprefst, 
 
 He feeds with Swine, himfelf the greater Beaft. 
 
 Thus in Deftruttion often we rejoice, 
 
 Pleas 'd with our ruin, firice it was our choice. 
 
 How do we weary Heav n with difFrent Pray'rs ! 
 
 Themedly, fure, ridiculous appears. 
 
 This begs a Wife, nor thinks a greater blifs ; 
 
 And that's as earnell: to be rid of his : 
 
 Thii 
 
(SO 
 
 This prays for Children h That o/er-ftock'd, repines 
 At the too fruitful Ifue of his Loins. 
 This asks his Fathers days may be prolonged 5 
 That, if his Father lives, complains he's wrong[d: 
 Fouth prays for^W old Age, and aged Men 
 Wou'd caft their Skins, and fain grow young agen. 
 Scarce in Ten thoufand any Two agree 5 
 Nay, fome difiike what they juft wiftid to be. 
 None knows this minute what he ought require, 
 Since ev'n the next begets a new defire. 
 >o Women pine with various Longing-fits, 
 Men breeding has deprav'd their Appetites 3 
 rhe humorfom impertinent Difeafe 
 tfakes that which fleas d them moft, as much diftleafe. 
 Oh.' why, like them, grown reftlefs with defire, 
 )o my vain thoughts to boundlefs hopes afpire ? 
 k gone falfe hopes, vain wiihes, anxious fears ! 
 lence, yoirdifturbets>jf my peaceful years! 
 ) my dear God ! let not my Soul incline 
 any Love, or Jet that Love be thine! 
 
 Aug. Soliloq. cap. 12. 
 
 Ulure ; O Lord, my defires with that fweetnefs which*, 
 
 thou haft laid up for them that fear thee, that I 
 
 may defire thee with eternal longings 5 left the in- 
 
 ypardrelijh, being deceived^ maymiftahe bitter for 
 
 fweety andfwetfor bitter, 
 
 G |I. Q that 
 
t«o. 
 
 direct ffiairCl 77iiq7ii T^ej? iAv$iahiicS 
 
 r.Sz. 
 
<«3) 
 
 If. 
 
 that my mays mere made fo direct , that I 
 might keep thy Statutes! Pfal.cxix. ?. 
 
 I 
 
 N T what a maze of Errour do I ftray, 
 Where various paths confound my doubtful way! 
 This, to the right 5 That to the left-hand lies: 
 Here, Vales defcend 5 there fwelling Mountains rife 1 
 This has an eajie, That a rugged way ; 
 The treach ry This conceals , That does betray. 
 But tvhither thefe fo different courfes go, 
 Their wandring paths forbid, till try d, to know. 
 AUanders ftream a ftreighter motion fleers, 
 Tho' wkhhimfelf the wandrer interferes. 
 Not the fictitious Labyrinth of old 
 Did in more dubious paths its guefts infold 5 
 Here greater difficulties ftay my feet, 
 And on each road I thwarting dangers meet. 
 Nor I the different windings only fear, 
 ( In which the Artift's skill did moid appear : ) 
 But, more to heighten and increafe my dread, 
 Darknefs involves each doubtful ftep I tread. 
 
 G 2 No 
 
(M) 
 
 No friendly tracks my wandring foot-Heps guide, 
 Nor other feet th'untrodden ground have try'd. 
 And, tho', left on fome fatal Rock I run, 
 With out-ftretcht Arms I grope my paflage on ; 
 Yet dare I not through Night and danger ftray, 
 They' arreft my cautious fteps, and ftop my way. 
 Like a ftrange Travller by the Sun forfook, 
 And in a road unknown by Night o'er-took, 
 In whofe lone paths no neighb'ring Swains refide, 
 No friendly Star appears to be his guide, 
 No fign or track by humane foot-fteps worn, 
 But folitary all, and all forlorn. 
 He knows not but each blind-fold ftep he treads 
 To fome wild Defart or fierce River leads : 
 Then calls aloud, and his hoarfe voice does ftrain," 
 In hope of anfwer from fome neighb'ring Swains 
 While nought but cheating Eccho calls again. 
 
 Oh ! who will help a wretch thus gone aftray .' 
 What friendly Star direct, my dubious way ? 
 A glorious Cloud conducted Ifraels flight, 
 By day their covering, as their guide by night. 
 The JZaftern-Kings found Bethlem too from fir, 
 Led by the mining conduct of a Star 5 
 Nor C'Oud they in their tedious journey err, 
 Who hadfo bright a fellow-traveller. 
 
(8$3 
 
 £e thou no lefs propitious, Lord, to me, 
 Since all my bus'nefs is to worfhip Thee, 
 See how the wandring Croud miftake their wdy; 
 And, toft about by their own error, ftray ! 
 This tumbles head-long from an unfeen Hill ; 
 That lights on a blind path, and wanders ftill. 
 With Haft, but not Goodjpeed, this hurries on j 
 That moves no fafter than a Snail might run. 
 While to and fro another hafts in vain, 
 No fooner in the right, than out again. 
 Here one walks on alone, whole boafted skill, 
 Invites another to attend him ftill 3 
 Till among Thorns or miry Pools they tread , 
 This by his guide, That by himfelf mifled. 
 Here one in a perpetual Circle moves, 
 Another, there, in endlefs mazes roves ; 
 And when he thinks his weary ramble done, 
 He finds (alas I ) he has but juft begun. 
 Thus ftill, in Droves, the blinded Rabble ftrajv 
 Scarce one of thoufands keeps or finds the way, 
 
 O that my ways direFled were by Thee, 
 From the deceits of baneful Error free ! 
 Till all my motion, like a Dart's, became 
 Swift as its flighty unerring as its aim, 
 
 G 3 flag 
 
(86) 
 
 That where thy Laws require me to obey, 
 
 I may not loiter, nor miflake the way. 
 
 Then be Thou, Lord, the Bow, thy Law the White, 
 
 And / the Arrow deftin d for the flight: 
 
 And when thourt pleasM to fhew thy greateft skill, 
 
 Make me th& pUJVd Shaft t obey thy Will. 
 
 Aug. 
 
 i 
 

 (8 7 ) 
 Aug. Soliloq. cap. 4< 
 
 Lord, who art the Light, the Way, the 
 Truths and the Life', in whom there is 
 no Darineff, Error, Vanity, or Death. 
 Say the word, Lord, let there be Light, 
 that I may fee the Light, and foun the 
 Darknef ; that I may find the right way, 
 and avoid the wrong ; that I may follow 
 Truth, and fie from Vanity \ that I may 
 obtain Life, and efc ape Death* 
 
 G 4 
 
 III. 
 
(88) 
 
 .7. SS. 
 
(89) 
 
 III. 
 
 hold thou up my going in thy paths , that 
 my foot fieps flip not, Pfal.xvij. 5. 
 
 QO oft will me my fakhlefs Feet betray, 
 ^ So often ftumble in fo plain a way? 
 thou, who all our fteps from Heav n doft fee, 
 hold me up, dear Lord, who lean on Thee I 
 
 The Stork mftru<5ts her timorous young to (tray, 
 [n hidden tracks through Heav ns wide pathlefs way : 
 fill the apt Brood, by bold Example led, 
 Perform the daring Flight they us'd to dread. 
 
 The Eagles teach their unfledg d young to fly, 
 \round th' untroden Regions of the Sky. 
 ."ill for their Aid they now no longer care ; 
 tot fearlefs row, with feather'd Fins, thro' Seas of Air. 
 rhus Boys, when firft they venture Streams unknown, 
 )n fpungy Cork's light weight, fupport their own : 
 ^ill more improv'd, they their firfi help throw by, 
 tmbitious now alone the Floods to try. 
 
 And 
 
( 9 o) 
 
 And tho' awhile, e'er they have practised been, 
 Too often they'll unwelcome draughts fuck in ; 
 Yet they, at length by life, perfection gain, 
 And fport and play, wide-wandring in the Main, 
 
 Thou, who from Heav'n obferv'ft our fteps below. 
 See by what arts thy Servant learns to go ! 
 While all my weight on this flight Engines laid, 
 I move the Wheels that do my motion aid. 
 Thus feeble age, fupported by a Cane, 
 Is tir'd with that on wliich 'tis fore cl to lean. 
 But tho\ dear Lord I ambiguous terms I ufe, 
 I of no failure can my feet accufe: 
 I can perceive no imperfection thert, 
 No rocky ways, or thorny roads they fax t 
 The weaknefs. of my wz/Wdifturbs me moft, 
 Whole languid feet have all their motion loft r 
 All its affeftions lame and bed-rid axe, 
 (Thofe feet, alas ! which fhou'd its motion (leer ; 
 When it fhoud move in Virtues eafie road, 
 Alas ! 'tis tir'd as foon as got abroad. 
 My frail, my bending Knees afliftance need, 
 Weaker than Rufhes, or the bruifed Reed. 
 Sometimes, but rarely, it renews the race, 
 dfld eagerly moves on, a Jehiu face : 
 
 Eu 
 
(90 
 
 But, weary of its journey, fcarce begun, 
 
 [ts boafted flame is all extinct, as foon 
 
 As fmoaking Flax by rugged Whirlwinds blown. 
 
 Fet, leftlfhoud too much my floth betray, 
 
 [ force my fteps and make Tome little way; 
 
 But then am cautious how ray Feet I guide 
 
 Lead they fiiould chance to trip, or rove afide: 
 
 And the uncharitable world incline 
 
 Io place it not on Weaknefs, but on Wine. 
 
 My reeling fteps move an indented pace, 
 
 As 'twere a Cripple halting o'er a Race. 
 
 twill, I wont i I burn, all in a breath 5 
 
 And that's lcarce out, e'er Im as cold as death : 
 
 And then, impatient at my fruitlefs pain, 
 
 rirM in the mid-way, I return again: 
 
 ftt cannot then recover my firft place, 
 
 rhe plealant feat whence I began my race." 
 
 roll, like a Ship on the tempeftuous wave, 
 
 Which neither Jbelp of Sails nor Oars can fave* 
 
 While with new vain attempts I try again, 
 
 And would repair the lofs I did fuftain, 
 
 rhe fmall fuccefs too manifeftly proves 
 
 My fruitlefs labor in a circle moves. 
 
 rhus Slaves, condemn'd to ply a toilfom Mill, 
 
 Repeat the fame returning motion ftili : 
 
 Tho 
 
: 
 
 (90 
 
 Tho* itill the refilefs Engines hurry'd roun d, 
 They by its hafte gain not one foot of ground. 
 
 - 
 What fhall I do, a ftranger to the race, 
 Whofe lazy feet fcarce move a Snails flow pace ? 
 Heavn lies remote from this mean Globe below, 
 None but the fwlft and ftrong can thither go ; 
 What then fhall this my heavy Chariot do ? 
 
 Thy footfteps, Lord, overcome the roughed way ; 
 A Gyant's Feet move not fo fwift as they. 
 Thou with a ftep doll Eafi and Weft divide, 
 And o er the world, like a Coloflks, frride. 
 
 But like the Tortoife, my dull Foot's delay'd, 
 Or rather, like the Crab, moves retrogade. 
 How can I then hope to that Goal to run, 
 I make the bus'nefs of my life to fhun ? 
 But do thou, Lord, my trembling feet fuftain, 
 Then I the Race and the Reward {hall gain. 
 
 Amb. 
 
(93) 
 
 Amb. de fuga feculi, cap. x. 
 
 Vha among fo many troubles of the 
 body, among fo many allurements 
 of the World^ can hgep a fafe and 
 unerring courfe ? 
 
 IV. My 
 
f94) 
 
 (j£y)fles/i trembled for fear f of 
 1/2eea?id7ai7L afraid oftkyJudq: 
 me7ih.TSalfuq.i2o. ~/~ 
 
too. 
 
 IV. 
 
 iy flefo trembkth for fear of thee, and 1 am 
 afraid of thy Judgments, Pfal. cxix. 120. 
 
 A Dread of Heav'n was by the Ancients taught, 
 
 -JL. As the firft imprefs on Man's infant thought. 
 
 ,nd he who underftood it beft, has faid, 
 
 'is the prime ftep that does to Wifdom lead. 
 
 ifornYd by this my early childhood grew, 
 
 ind to fear Heav'n was the firft thing I knew : 
 
 »ut ftill fuch dark Oblivion dull'd my mind, 
 
 could not the repeated Alpha find, 
 
 Jo (tripes can punifh my neglectful crime, 
 
 'hus unimprov'd t'have triffled out my time. 
 
 )ull Boys by ftripes with Learning are infptfd, 
 
 !y little pains, with induflry acquird : 
 
 yhen twice or thrice they read their Letters o'er, 
 
 hey're as familiar as if known before : 
 
 >nd tho J in colour all alike appear, 
 
 ach is diftinguifh'd by its Char after. 
 
 [ay I not hope Age will compleat in me 
 
 'he eafie task of tender Infancy ? 
 
 In 
 
(90 
 
 In many things I no Infir utter fought, 
 Too apt, ( alas 1 ) to pra6tife them untaught. 
 What is not Fear as foon imbib'd, a Rule 
 So oft explain d in Arts Improving School ? 
 Why I fhou d flight, ftill (tomyfhame) I fear, 
 And (light that mofi, which I fhou'd mofi revere. 
 I fear Mans Eye when I wou'd acl: a Sin, 
 But dread not Heaven, nor the great fudge within : 
 For my grofs Body I am ftill in fear, 
 But my pure Soul partakes not of my care. 
 Thus filly Birds a harmlels Scare-crow fliun - 3 
 Yet boldly to the fatal Lime-twigs run. 
 The Royal Stag thus Feathers frighten more, 
 Than the full cry of Hounds, that's juft before. 
 Thus the fierce Lion, of falfe fires afraid, 
 Flies to the Toils, in which he is betray 'd. 
 Such vanity has mens dark minds o'erfpread, 
 That lefs the Thunder than the Clap they dread 5 
 Think Hell a Fable, an invented name, 
 .And count its Fire a harmelefs lambent flame. 
 With brutifh rage to blacked ills they run, 
 And never fear the wickednels, till done : 
 But tho 3 this fear did not their Crimes prevent, 
 Twill come, too fure, to be their punijhment. 
 *Then withftrange frights, from their lofi fenfes 6x\vn x 
 Their reftlefs thoughts run on offended Heav'n : 
 
 The* 
 
(97) 
 
 Then fudden fears their watchful Thoughts altar rn,? 
 
 And call them from their lonely beds to arm, > 
 
 While their own fhadows only do them harm, S 
 
 Each little things fo magnify'd by fear, 
 
 They dread a Lion, when zMoufe they hear. 
 
 If in the night they hear a gentle breeze 
 
 Begin to whifper in the murmuring Trees, 
 
 With hair ere&, and cold unnatural fweat, 
 
 They fhrink beneath the confcious Coverlet 
 
 What do they then, when glaring Lightnings fly - y 
 
 And bellowing Thunder s roll along the Sky > 
 
 They think each flafh a MefTenger of death, 
 
 And at each cracky defpair of longer breath j - 
 
 At every noife they in new fears engage, 
 
 And ruihe from each accident prefage. 
 
 Nay, e'en of Silence, and its felf afraid 
 
 The troubled minds eternally difmay'd ; 
 
 Such punifhments attend afflicting guilt, 
 
 Which never pain like its own torments felt. 
 
 Thus trembling Cain dreads from each hand he fees 
 
 The fate his injur' d Brother had from his. 
 
 Wis crimfon Soul, with Abd's Mnrther ftatnd, 
 
 Still with the bloody Scene is entertain d. 
 
 Sfo more fevere correction waits oh fin, 
 
 rhan its unbribd upbraider ftill within. 
 
 H Then 
 
(SO 
 
 Then with thy Darts, Lord, frighten me from ill, 
 My Fury wants this kind reftri&ion dill. 
 Fear timely comes before a fault's begun, 
 He fears too late, that fears not till 'tis done. 
 
 Bernard. 
 
Bernard. Scrm. 26* 
 
 The holy Pfalmift de fires' wifely to bt 
 fmitteny and healthfully to be woun- 
 ded, when he frays to be transfix d 
 with the fear of God ; for that fear 
 is an excellent Dart, that wounds 
 and deftroys the lujis of the Flefh^ 
 that the Spirit may be fafe. 
 
 It 2 V. Otum 
 
(leo) 
 
 (^inrlchcrtt-~iranih/. TSal: iij-ffi 
 
 
Ooi) 
 
 Q turn away mine eyes, left they behold va* 
 nity, Pfal. cxix. 37. 
 
 r\ my high Capitol two Gentries ftill 
 Keep conftant watch, to guard the Citadel: 
 If fix dot tvandring Stars, I do not know, 
 Tho' either epithet becomes them too 3 
 Each from its Duty is in ftraggling loft, 
 Yet each maintains immovably its Poft 3 
 Both fwift of motion, yet bothjfwrW remains 
 What Samp fin this dark Riddle can explain ? 
 
 Ev'n Tou, my Eyes, are thefe myfterious Stars^ 
 JVW inmy head, yet daily wanderers : 
 Who plac'd in that exalted Tow'r of mine, 
 Like Torches in fome lofty Pharos fhine ; 
 Or like two Watch-men on fome riling place* 
 View every near, and every diftant pals. 
 Yet you to ms lefi cpnftant prove by far, 
 Than, thofaiind Guides to their Obfervcrs arc % 
 
 H J The!? 
 
(86) 
 
 Their favours only with themfelves expire, 
 Unlefs the hand that gave, recalls their fire. 
 You, like mad Steeds, too headftrong for the Rein, 
 Will let no pow'r your wandring courfe reftrain : 
 Tou, by whofe guidance we fhoud danger fhun, 
 Betray us to the Rocks on which we run. 
 Thus wandring Dlna, led by your falfe light. 
 Exposed her Honour, to oblige her Sight. 
 Thus, while Jejftdes view'd the bathing Dame, 
 What cool' d her heat, kindled in him aflame. 
 Thus gazing on the Hebrew Matrons eyes, 
 Made the Aflyriarfs head her eafie prize. 
 Thus the fond Elders, by thtir fight mifled, 
 Purfud the joys of a forbidden Bed ; 
 Nor ooud their luftful flame be difpojfefi, 
 Till with 4 JhowV of weighty ftones ffiffreft. 
 
 More .rain d Souls by thefe falfe guides are loft, 
 Then fhipwreck'd Veffels on the rockieft Coaft. 
 
 Then happy he, happy alike and wife, 
 Who made a timely cov nant with his eyes! 
 And happier he who did his guards disband, 
 Torn from their Ports by his wife fearlefs hand I 
 
 So 
 
(( 8 7 ) 
 
 So ill, falfe Centries, you your charge perform, 
 You favour the furprize, that fhotfd the Camp allarm. 
 Did you for this the Capitol obtain ? 
 For this the charge of the chief Caftle gain ? 
 That you have thus t* inferior Earth betray'd, 
 Man's lofty Soul, for nobler Objects made > 
 And do not rather raife his thoughts on high, 
 Above the ftarry Arches of the Sky > 
 That Theatre will entertain his fight 
 With various Scenes of fuitable delight : 
 But you are more on Earth than Heavn intent, 
 And your induftrious fearch is downward bent. 
 
 What mail I doe, fince you unruly grow, 
 And will no limits, no confinement know ? 
 Oh ! fhut the wandrer's up in endlefs night, 
 Or with thy hand, dear God, contract their fight. 
 
 Aug. Soliloq. cap. 4^, 
 
 Woe to the blind eyes that fee not Thee, the Sun that 
 enlightens both Heaven and Earth ! woe to the dim 
 eyes that cannot fee Thee / woe to them that turn 
 away their eyes from beholding Truth ! woe to them 
 that turn not away their eyes from beholding^ anity ! 
 
 H 4 VI. Ut 
 
0°4* 
 
 0\h±my hear the Soil n omi thy 
 
 Shitiitej, bhatlbenat a^icwied. 
 
 Pdal. ttg. 8 p. T. i o^ 
 
( IPS ) 
 
 VI. 
 
 let my heart be found in thy Statutes } that 
 I be not afhamed, Pfal.cxix. 89. 
 
 COud I but hope my Face wou'd pleafe my Deari 
 That fhou'd be all my bus' nefs, all my care : 
 My fir ft concern fhou'd for Complexion be, 
 The next, to keep my Skin from freckles frees 
 No help o£Jrt, or Indujiry f d want, 
 No jfieauty-water, or improving JPi/nh 
 My Drejfing-boxes fhou d with Charms abound, 
 To make decay d old fie fh &zm young and found; 
 With Spanifh-woot, red as the blooming lty£, 
 And Certtjfe, whiter than the Mountain *SWw * 
 With all the Arts that ftudions Virgins know, 
 Who on their Beauty too much pains beftow. 
 Then I'd correct each error by my Glais, 
 Till not one fault were found in all my face. 
 If on my brow one hair amifs I fpy'd, 
 That very Hair fhou'd foon be rectify 'd. 
 If dull my Eyes, how loudly I'd complain 
 Till they their wonted Luftre wore again 
 
 Shou'd 
 
(9°) 
 
 Shou'd but one wrinkle in my Face appear; 
 Td cry, What means this fawcy wrinkle here ?. 
 Ev'n with each Mole t'offend thee I fhou'd fear, 
 Cou'd I but think this Face to thee were dear. 
 For if the fmallefl Wart thereon fhou'd rife, 
 I doubt 'twou'd feem a Mountain in your eyes. 
 Nay, the lead Fault my felf wou'd cenfure too, 
 For fear that Fault fhou'd be diflik'd by you. 
 . Thus every Grace which Nature has deny d, 
 By Art's kind help fhou'd amply be fupply d : 
 With Curls and Locks I wou'd adorn my head, 
 And thick with Jewels my gay Treffes fpread : 
 With double Pearls I'd hang my loaded ears, 
 Whilft my white neck vaft Chains of Rubies wears. 
 Thus I among the fair eft wou'd be feen, 
 And dare vie Beauty, ev'n with Sheba's Queen. 
 
 But oh [ no fuch vain toys affect your mind, 
 Thefe meet with no admirers, but the blind, 
 Who in a Drefs feek Objefts of their love, ■ 
 .Which once put off, the Beauties too remove. 
 Thus the fond Crowd's caught by zgay attire f 
 The only thing indeed they find t'admire. 
 
 But?**, my Love, no borrow 'd Beauties prize, 
 No artificial Charms attract your eyes. 
 
 
 Dear 
 
<9i) 
 
 Dew as your own, you rate zftotlefs heart , 
 And for its fake accept each other fart. 
 
 Oh that my heart unfpotted were, and free 
 From every tincture of impurity ! 
 flien in your favour I fhou d make my boaft, 
 
 dndhate each ftain by which it might be loft. 
 
 Hugo de S. VicT:. in Arrha animae. 
 
 bafe and filthy fpots, why doe youftick.fi long % 
 Begone, depart, and frefume no more to offend my / 
 
 movers fight. gr~\ /^y Mu^/'^y 
 
 
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 ( to 9 ) 
 
 XV. 
 
 ]ome my Beloved, let us go fdrth into the 
 Fields, let us lodge in the Villages, Cant, 
 
 vij. n. 
 
 ^Ome,come, my Love, let's leave the bufie throng, 
 
 <J We trifle here our precious time too long. 
 
 fome, let ushaften to fome Field or Grove, 
 
 m hefitteft Theatres for Scenes of Love. 
 
 trong Walls and Gates the City guard, 'tis true, 
 
 Ut what fecures it thm, confines it too. 
 
 Veil reap the pleafures of the open Field, 
 
 iVhich does fecurity with freedom yield. 
 
 r or there's I know not what, (b fafe, fodear 
 
 m Country, as we ne'er fhou'd light on here. 
 
 »Vhat tho' the City-Tow rs the Clouds invade, 
 
 \ndo'er the Fields project their lofty fhade? 
 
 fet thence Content has made a far retreat. 
 
 \nd choie the humble Cottages its feat 5 
 
 ; Where fomething more divinely fweet they breath, 
 
 aJtho'ali Thatch above, all Earth beneath.) 
 
 There 
 
There the remoteft Solitude enjoys 
 Theblefllng of 'more quiet, and lefs noife. 
 Come then, my Love, and let's retire from hence- 
 And leave this bufie fond impertinence. 
 See ! ev n the Cities eldeft Son and Heir, 
 Who gets his Gold, his dear-lovd Idol, there \ 
 Yet in the Country fpends his City-gains, 
 And makes itspleafure recompenee his pains : 
 And tho' the City has his public^ voice, 
 The Country ever is his private choice. 
 Here ftill the Rich, the Noble, and the Great, 
 Unbend their minds in a fecure retreat s 
 And Heavens free Canopy yields more delight 
 Than guilded Roofs and Fret-wor^ to the fight. 
 Nor can fenced Cities keep the mind in peace, 
 So well as open guar die fs Villages. 
 Come then, my Love, let's from the City haft, 
 Each minute we fpend there, is fo much wafle. 
 
 WmtzCountry-Tarm, whofe fertile ground 
 Soft murmuring Brooks and chry ftal Streams furrountf 
 A better Air or Soil were never known, 
 Nor more convenient diftance from the Town : 
 Hither, my Love, if thou wilt take thy flight, 
 The City will no more thy fenfe delight, 
 Drivnfrom thy thoughts as quickly M thy fight. 
 
 Here 
 
(95) 
 
 Here in the iliades I will my Bear carefs, 
 H leifure to receive my kind Addrefs. 
 Jere, from the City and its Tumults free, 
 ! fhall enjoy more than my felf, in 7W. 
 ^s o'er our Heads, drefs'd in their leavy State, 
 rhe amorous Turtle wooes his faithful Mate, 
 ^o bus'nefs fhall invade our pleafure here, 
 tfo rude diflurber of our Joys appear. 
 3ere thou thyfecret pa/fions {halt reveal, 
 Ind whifper in my ear the pleafing tale j 
 While in requital I difclofe my flame, 
 \nd in the fav'ring Shades conceal my fhame. 
 }h 1 cou'd I fee that happy happy day ! 
 'know no blifs beyond, for which to pray. 
 ITien to the Country let us, Dear, repair, 
 fyr love thrives be ft in the clear open air. 
 
 Hieron. Ep. ad Hefiod. i. 
 
 Vhat do ft thou ? how long doe the fhadows of the houfes 
 confine thee ? how long does the Prifon of the fmoafy 
 City fhut thee up ? Believe me, I fee fome greater 
 Light, and am refolvd to throw of the burthen of 
 the FlefJ?, and fly to the Jplendor of the purer air. 
 
 VIII. Dray* 
 
(112) 
 
 -Draiir mcy iv-eeruilt rutLMfkr 
 thee (tivtlicSavrriLr erf* thy 
 
 ^Oyntmentr.J My 
 
 Canti.j. JP.ij-Q? 
 
<"*) 
 
 VIIL 
 
 Draw me, we will run after thee, (in the [fa 
 vour of thy Oyntments^) Cant. i. j„ 
 
 OEE how my feeble Limbs, now givn in vain, 
 
 W Increafe the; burthen which they ftiou dfuftain ! 
 
 While, weary of my hated life, I lie y 
 
 A faint refemblance of what once was I. 
 
 v My head, depreft with its own weight, hangs low. 
 
 And to themfehes my Limbs a burthen grow. 
 
 In various foftures ftill I feefc for eafe, 
 
 But find at laft not any one to pleafe. 
 
 Now I wou'd rife, now wifh my felf in bed. 
 
 Now with my hands fupport my drooping head: 
 
 Now on my backer now on my face I lie, 
 
 And now for reft on either Jide I try : 
 
 And when my bed Fve tumbled reftlefi o 'crj 
 
 lm ftill ttiuneafie wretch I was before* 
 
 Thus hinder d by my own Infirmity, 
 
 Tho'fainI would, I cannot follow thee. 
 
 Then wilt thou go, and leave me dying here \ 
 
 Is this thy kindnefs, this thy love, my Dear? . 
 
 And do I then fo great a burthen grow, 
 
 Thou wilt not ftay till I can with thee go ? 
 
 I Thus 
 
(ii4> 
 
 Thus Soldiers from their mounded Comrades fly 
 
 At an allarm of any danger nigh. 
 
 VnnatWal Mothers thus their Babes difclaim, 
 
 Urg'd to the An by Poverty or Shame, 
 
 Stretch, Lord, thy hand, and thy weahjbllower meet, 
 
 Or if not reach thy hand, yet flay thy feet. 
 
 The grateful Storks bears o'er the fpacious Flood 
 Its aged Dam, and triumphs in the load : 
 The Doe fupports her tender fwimmers weight, 
 And minds her felj lefs than her dearer fraight. 
 
 But you, unkind ! forfake your Love, alone, 
 In defert Fields forgotten, and unknown, 
 So burthenfom her Company is grown : 
 Yet I'd not hinder or retard your hafte, 
 But gently draw, and I fhall follow faft : 
 Tho falln and fainting now, a little (pace 
 Shall make me out-ftrip the Winds impetuous race. 
 Nor fhall you Violence need to force me on, 
 Free and unurgd, 111 clofe behind you run. 
 As, when at your command the Net was caft y 
 The willing Fijh leapt in with eager hafte - y 
 And, unconcerned, their own deftruEhion fought. 
 So much 'twas their ambition to be caught. 
 
 Pleafure and Senfe do all Mankind mifguide, 
 Some by their Eyes, fome by their Ears are ty'd. 
 
 Heel 
 
I feek not, Lord, my Eyes or Ears to pleafe, 
 TK Arabian Sweets fute beft with my Difeafe. 
 Thy Trejfes of the balmy Spknard fmell, 
 And from thy Head the richeftC^// diftill. 
 Choice fragrant Scents from thy lov'd Temples flow^ 
 And on thy Lips eternal Rofes grow. 
 Thou breath' ft the 0i?r/ of the fpicy Eaft, 
 InMyrrhy Dew thy fragrant Words arc dreft. 
 Thy Iv ry Afcc^ fweats richeft Frankincenfe, 
 And ^z/Vy /w* does fome rare /cent difpence. 
 Whatever Perfumes in the vaft World are found, 
 In a rich Compound mix d, in Thee abound. 
 Juftfuch a noble fmell, and rich Perfume 
 Was that of old bll'dthebleft Virgins Room, 
 When Thou, the Flow r e?f Jeffe, began'ft to bloom 
 
 Oh ! might this Odor blefs my longing Senfe, 
 How wou d it cure my feeble Impotence ! 
 I foon fhou'd conquer all my languifhment, 
 And fwiftly follow the attractive fcent, 
 And my Companions the fame courfe wou d move, 
 As the whole flockjwaits on th* anointed Dove. 
 
 Gilbert, in Cant. Horn. 18. 
 Love is a Cord that holds f aft, and draws ajfeblionate- 
 ly, whofe words arefo many allurements. Nothing 
 holds f after than the band of Love, nothing attracts 
 more powerfully. 
 
 I 2 JX, Otha 
 
 i 
 
<?Mat-?fo?i7ircr?-aj my farther, f/tat 
 
 Sue fad the favaSts zfjfiy ?ntfhc>yn>/ic n I 
 
 shrtt/d find } t/tc& wiihffutJtwuld ktfi ticz 
 
 vtfl shent/d 7irt-l>c desjiiscd. £ant S. i . 
 ' P.ixf. 
 
(ii?) 
 
 IX. 
 
 that thou rvert as my Brother ', that fucked 
 the breafis of my Mother ; when I fhould 
 find thee without, 1 would kifs thee y yet I 
 fhould not be deffifed, Cant, viij. i. 
 
 WH O will enoble my unworthy Race, 
 And Thy great name among their numbers 
 Nor wifh I this to raife my Pedigree, (place ? 
 
 Contented with my mean Obfcurity. 
 Yet, tho J my Blood wou d be a ftain to Thine, 
 Still I muft wifh we had one Parent-line. 
 Nor wou'd I have thee grown to thofe brisk years 
 When firft the gentle budding Down appears. 
 But ftill an Infant, hanging on the Bread, 
 The fame which I before have often pteft : 
 A Brother fuch wou'd my Ambition chufe, 
 If "Elder, I thy converfe muft refute. 
 My Life ! be born again, and let me fee, 
 Dear Child, thofe happy Cradles, bleft by Thee. 
 Children have pretty, pleafant, charming Arts, 
 Above the elder [ort, to win our Hearts \ 
 
 I 3 M 
 
<»8) 
 
 r And tho* each Age wou'd its own merit prove; 
 Childhood is&iti. moft prevalent in Love: 
 Ev n he who tames the world, tho' calm and mild 
 His Face appear — ev'n Love himfelfs a child. 
 Wer't thou a Boy, dreft in thy infant charms 
 Unblam'd, I'd elafp theeclofely in my Arms. 
 My Life! be born again, and let me lee, 
 Dear Child, Thofe happy Cradles, bleft by Thee : 
 Then I fhou d have Thee to my felf alone, 
 Norblarnd, nor cenuVd if my Love were known. 
 My Arms all day fhou'd bear thy grateful weight, 
 And be thy fafe enclofure all the night. 
 When thy fbft Cheeks or ruddy Lips I'd kite, 
 'Nofearor/hame fhou d interrupt the blifs j 
 For none a Sifters kindnefs can upbraid, 
 At leaft when to an Infant-Brother paid : 
 And tho' on thy foft Lips long time I'd dwell, 
 Sure a chafte kifs can never be but well. 
 O that you d hear, ye gentle Pow'rsabove, 
 And to my Brother thus transform my Love ! 
 That thou, my Dear, my Brother woud'il become, 
 Dear as the Offspring of my Parents Womb. 
 Then all my Vows, then all my Thanks I'd pay, 
 Blefs the glad change, and hail the meelcom Day. 
 What wou d I do to make my tranfport known ? 
 WhatwoudI do ? what wou'd I leave undone? 
 
 How 
 
("9) 
 
 Howoftwou'dl, byftealth, ev'n when forbid, 
 Stand all night Centry by the Cradle-fide ? 
 How mini rous fhou d my fervices become ? 
 Ev'n till, perhaps you thought em troublefbm s 
 For when my Mother took thee from the breaft, 
 My arms fhou'd with the next remove be bleft : 
 Or if fhee'd have thee born to take the Air, 
 I'd ftillmy felf the grateful burthen bear. 
 Or wou d me have thee in the Cradle lie, 
 Sing thee to deep, and then fit watching by % 
 If (he to take the hvd employment went 
 My eager hafie fhoud her defign prevent : 
 But when ffcie fhou d intruft thee to m^ care. 
 And going forth, leave me to tend my Bear 5 
 How great wou d be the pleafii^eof my charge ? 
 How woud I then indulge my felf at large? 
 Thy Mantle foon I foftly wou d remove, 
 Eager t'enjoy the objeft of my Love $ 
 And, favour d by the moft commodious light, 
 Feaft on thy lovely face my longing fight. 
 Thy head fhou d on my left-hand gently reft, 
 While with my right I clafpt thee to my breaft 1 
 And then fo lightly I wou'd fteal a k$fs> 
 It fhoud not interrupt thy fleefmg hlifs. 
 Then, Dear, bepleas'd zfecond Birth fallow, 
 'Jhat on thy Cheeks my lips may pay their vow^ 
 
 I4 And 
 
(l2o) 
 
 And is thy growth renders thy Organs ftrong, 
 And thou beginn'ft to ufe thy looihed tongue 3 
 Then thou, my Love, {halt my fmall Pupil be, 
 And as lfpt*k^ ihalt ftammer after me : 
 And when thou doft the help of Arms refufe, 
 And dar'ft attempt the Hobby -horfe to ufe, 
 111 teach thee fafely how to praunce along, 
 And keep thy nimble Footfteps firm and ftrong : 
 And if fome naughty Stone offend thy Feet, 
 My ready Arms their ftumbling Charge fhall meet 
 Pleas'd with zfiequent Opportunity 
 Of thus receiving and embracing Thee : 
 Nor fhall I any Recompence regard, 
 Thepleafing Service is its ovrn Reward.. 
 
 Bonavent 
 

 (l2l) 
 
 Bonavent. Soliloq. cap. i. 
 
 I was ignorant, fweet Jefu, that thy 
 Embraces were fo pleafant, thy 
 Touch fo delightful, thy Converfa- 
 tionfo diverting 5 for when /touch 
 Thee, I am clean ; when I receive 
 Thee, I am a Virgin. 
 
 X. By 
 
fl22) 
 
 CBynu?hlo7i iiiy bed I 'sought him 
 jnyScvl lovclhl^soiiqht Jwn^fat 
 
 whom 
 
 found him net.tant.j 
 
 Tm> 
 
(123) 
 
 X. 
 
 By night on my Bed, I fought him whom my 
 Soul loveth, I fought him, hut I found 
 him not, Cant. iij. i. 
 
 [Treat not of inferior mortal fires, 
 But chafteftjighs, and more fuhlime defires $ 
 As Bodies, fothe Minds their flames receive, 
 But ftill the grower for the Bodies leave, 
 rhe generous Fire that warms the Soul, does prove 
 And that alone, the pleafing Charms of Love. 
 What nobler flames the lofty Minds inlpire ! 
 How are they rais'dto more refin d defire ! 
 [n what Divine Embraces do they join ! 
 What holy Hands their mutual Contracts fign I 
 How dear the Joys of that chaft Genial Bed ! 
 With what unfpeakable Delights 'tis fpread ! 
 Where the pleas'd Soul in her Beloveds Arms, 
 And he in hers, gaze on each others Charms, 
 rhe Bed on which fuch happy lovers reft a 
 [s dowry peace in its own quiet bleft. 
 
 Hcr& 
 
On) 
 
 Here I was wont, when care drove deep awayj 
 Pregnant with thought, to watch the dawning day ; 
 Here the dear He that dole my Virgin-heart 
 Did oft to me his Bofom-cares impart. 
 Then, then a Sacred flame my Soul pofTeft, 
 And no lefs heat reign d in his amorous breaft : 
 Then filent Love did all our Thoughts imploy 
 Tho* dumb, our Eyes difcours'd in Tears of Joy. 
 But now, nor know I why, my Love s eftrang'd, 
 I fear fbme fault of mine his Mind has chang'd : 
 For, a whole day he has not bleft my fight, 
 Nor ( which he never usd) return d at night 
 Or has the faithlefs fickle Charmer fled, 
 Or for another left my Widow'd Bed ? 
 How fadly I in Tears and Difcontent 
 The tedious Night of his grievdabfence fpent! 
 Twas now the dead low ebb of deepeft Night, 
 And gentle fleep had lock'd my drowfy Sight. 
 When a loud voice furpriz'd my trembling Ear, 
 And calTd, Rife, Sluggard, fie jour Love's not here] 
 Straight I awake, and rub my fleepy eyes, 
 Then the forfaken Houfe I fill with cries : 
 Sleep'ft thou, my Love? but anfwer I had known. 
 For He, (alas ! ) to whom I fpoke, was gone. 
 Soon with a lighted Torch his fteps I trace, 
 And wifli I ne er had feen them nor his Face. 
 
 Then 
 
rhen oh the guiltlefs Bed begin t'exclaim^ 
 
 Lsk where my Love is, and it'sfilence blame. 
 
 Diftra&ed then I fearch the Chamber round, 
 
 Jut what I fought was no where to be found.' 
 
 N hat Tumults then wererais'd within my breaft, 
 
 Vho once on Peaces downy Bed did reft 5 
 
 *Vhat raging ftorms then toft my troubled mind, 
 
 Jnus'd to Tempefts of fo fierce a kind ! 
 
 With pain my heavy Eyes to Heav n I raife, 
 
 Ind fcarce my Lips can open in its praife -, 
 
 Ay former ftrength in facred Conflicts fails, 
 
 find what was once my fport, my Soul bewails t 
 
 For while fiiccefs crown'd my untroubled head, 
 
 Dn Golden Peace I made my eafie Bed : 
 
 rhen, like a boafiing Soldier, raw and young. 
 
 Who always is victorious with his tongue, 
 
 I wifh'd to exercife fome Tyrant's rage, 
 
 Dr in fome glorious hazard I'd engage. 
 
 Jo warm a heat within my blood did play, 
 
 While on the eafie Bed of Peace I lay : 
 
 But when this heat forfook me with my Love, 
 
 Colder than Scythian Frofis my Blood did prove. 
 
 So Flowrs, which gentle Zephyrs kindly rear, 
 
 Nipt by cold Frofis, decay and difappear : ( fy£ 
 
 So Lamps burn bright, while th'Oyl maintains their 
 
 But as that ceafes, languifh and expire. 
 
 Alas! 
 
(126) 
 
 Alas ! my Love, I fought thee in my Bed, 
 Who on the Crofs hadft kid thy weary head : 
 Peace was my Bed, while the curft Crofs was Thine 
 I fhou'dhave fought Thee by that fatal Jign. 
 Much time I loft in feeking thee around, 
 But fought thee where thou wert not to be found. 
 
 Greg 
 
(i2;) 
 
 Greg, in Ezeb. Horn. 1 9. 
 
 Then we may be faid to fee\our Be- 
 loved in Bed, when being amnfed 
 with any little fort of a Ke ft in this 
 prefent Life, we yet ftgfj after our 
 Redeemer. Wefee\him in the Night y 
 becaufe tho then the Soul is wahjng^ 
 yet the Eye is fiill in darhfitfs* 
 
 
 
 
 - 
 
 XL I&iB 
 
( I28-) 
 
 IfotSrU/t akda^alreuk tie City in iAc 
 $&&&S t and in die frnmd* n>ayj t Z ivill 
 SccL /tint 7L'/ie?fi tny Scntl urvel/vfJawpkl 
 him faitJTfcund mm nsb.tant.i . z-. 
 
( 129) 
 
 XL 
 
 1 will rife, and go about the City in thefheets, 
 and in the broad ways I will fee k him whom 
 my Soul/oveth ; I fought him, but I found 
 him not. Cant. iij. 2. 
 
 A 
 
 T lad, tho' late, my Error does appear, 
 Had Ifearch'd well I fure had found my Dear, 
 I thought him wrapt in foft repofe, in Bed, 
 Eafing his troubled breafi, and weary Head-, 
 But there (alas ! ) my Love I cou'd not find, 
 A. harder Lodging was for him defign'd 
 
 Alas ! my Life, alas ! what fhal! I do \ 
 Flow can I reft or fleep depriv'd of You i 
 Vo, tho' a thoufand Rivers murm'ring noiie 
 >hou d court me to it with one lulling voice \ 
 \ T or tho' as many whifp ring Groves confpire, 
 \nd join the Mufick of their feather d Quire. 
 Scarce clofe my weary Eyes, with Cares oppreft, 
 When Sorrow rufhes in, and breaks my reft. 
 My Eyes, my Thoughts no Night admit, but when 
 toiling lie, each tedious hour feems ten. 
 
 K If 
 
(i jo) 
 
 If ever deep indulge my miferyi 
 My fleefing thoughts are all imploy'd on meet 
 Why then fhoud wretched I feekreft in vain, 
 Since fleepfo oft denies to eafe my pain ? 
 
 My Bed I quit, and ranging all the Town, 
 Remove as Chance or Reafon leads me on : 
 Each Corner fearch, and hope in each to find 
 The dear eft Objetl of my Eyes and Mind : 
 No place efcapes me, none fo private lies, 
 To cheat trTenquiry of my curiam Eyes. 
 The eager Hound thusclofe his Game purfues j 
 While the tvarm [cent directs his ready Nofe : 
 Thro* Woods and ThicketsJBri'rs and Thorns he runs, 
 No danger dreads, or inconvenience' fhuns. 
 Thus once the weeping Magdalen did roam 
 To find her Lord, when miffing in his Tomb, 
 What that denies, fhe hopes the City yields \ 
 But there not found, fhe feeks him in the Fields, 
 No Man unast£d y no Place unfearch'd, remain'd, 
 Till the dear Treafure which (he fought wzsgai^d: 
 Thus thegriev'd Dam for her robb'd Neft compiling 
 And fills the Foreft wkh her mournful {trains \ 
 About the Tree enrag d fhe flies, and now 
 Lights on the top, then on fome under- bough. 
 
 AiK 
 
And to her Fellow fadly does relate 
 
 Th J -injurious ' ftealth, and her loft Of firings Fate, 
 
 Thus have I fearch'd thro' ev'ry W^ and Street " 
 
 But what I/^fc (alas ') I cou'd not mf, 
 
 Ba&rraHi! and hateful <5W, / whofe ev ry Road 
 
 My weary feet fo oft in vain have trod I 
 
 i mift my Love in Bed; and fought him here 3 
 
 But fought fimifsj and ftffl muft want «; Bear, * 
 
 Amb, de Virg. lib. 3. 
 
 ■rig fo ^ found in the Courts nor in the Streets 5 
 Chrit is no frequenter of the Courts. Chrifi is Peace 
 in the Courts are Contentions : Chrifi is Tuftice' 
 
 Courts, let us avoid the Streets. 
 
 ■&L 
 
 XII. Saw 
 
<i30 
 
 laivycnLhuitivJiLTjii myJaul Lrvemflt 
 *nrns but little that Ijsast firm, thevt, but I 
 jminclJwn nrforrt my foul lwclli:I held 
 liimand ii^cniM nctlctliim $o. lanfrj. }.+ 
 
03J) 
 
 Saw you him whom my Soul iovtth ? It was 
 but a little that I paft from them, but I 
 found him whom my Soul Iovtth : I held 
 him^md world not let him g0,Cant.iij. J ,4* 
 
 I" S there a Corner left in all the Town, 
 I Which in my weary fearch I have not known t 
 lith flaming Torches every Street was Light, 
 Vfor did I ev'n the meanefi Allies flight. 
 Has I what ground did I hot travel o'er, 
 rill e'ven the City had not any more ? ' 
 Jut why fhotfd I this firm ttefs ^7 approve, 
 ince all my fcekfttg does not find my Love ? 
 rhen, hopelefs, back my penfive courfe I fleer'd, 
 3ut ftill no tidings of my Lover heard \ 
 Vhenlatlaft approach'd the City- gate, 
 there a ftrcng Guard in conftant Watch did wait ; 
 aid I, Perhaps my Love is hidden here : 
 bid then I ask'd them if they f aw my Dear ? 
 "hey langh'd, and my enquiry did deride, 
 Ind who's your Love ? one of the Centries cry'd : 
 
 K 3 Ka 
 
<i?4) 
 
 Has he no name hy which he may be known ? 
 How can we tell, Jince you havegivn us none ? 
 Excufe, faid I, my rude fimplicity, 
 I thought him known to all the World, as me : 
 And that our Love, fo much the talk of Fame, 
 Had made it needlefs to declare his Name j 
 And tho' you wou'd pretend this ign'rance now, 
 I'm confident you cannot chufe but know : 
 Then pray be pleas'd in earnefl to declare 
 If you have feen him lately palling here : 
 Him, whom above my Life I dearly prize, 
 And him who loves me more than his own Eyes t 
 Say, when he went, what ft ay he made with you, 
 And whether he pretended he wou'd go f , 
 
 Unto the Right or Left-hand is he gone ? 
 Or had he Company, or was If alone f 
 The fporrful Watch, regardlefs of my cares, 
 Anfwer with laughter, and deride my tears. 
 From them I go, hopelels my Love to find, 
 While Tides of Grief oerwhelrnd my finking mind 
 Bur while my Soul fuch painful Thoughts imploy, 
 ( Nor dar'd I let it hope fo vaft a Joy : ) 
 My Love, the fame I fought the City round. 
 Now, unexcelled and m fought, was found. 
 
 Loft 
 
Loft between Joy and Fear in the furprize, 
 I durft not well give credit to my Eyes. 
 And have I thee again ? I won d have cry'd, 
 But as Iftrove, rny Emitting tongue deny'd. 
 As when fome mournful Wife fees by her bed 
 Her Husband long by fame reported dead ; r ' 
 
 Amaz d to meet what me had giv'n for loft, 
 She flies his Arms, and takes him for a Ghoft : 
 Nor dares, till his known voice the Truth afljbre, 
 The fight of what fhe raoft defires, endure : 
 And ftill fhe fears leaft fhe too eafie prove, 
 Betray 'd to this credulity by Love, pw 
 
 Thus while I trembling ftand, again I try ; 
 Again my Life falutes my joyful Eye. 
 TofsM between Dofth,md Hof>e,xnd Love,znd Fear, 
 Are you my Love., I cry, or in his Shape appear ? 
 My Dear ! — ah no ! alas ! you are not He j 
 Yetfureyouare — Yes, yes, you are, I fee. 
 My Love, my Life, I fee and know you now, 
 My fecret Ecfiacy difcovers you. 
 Pleas'd with your voice, and ravifh'd with your Face, 
 I fly nncalTd to your belov d Embrace. 
 Thus, thus 111 bind you to me, and prevent 
 Afecond fearch, the Soldiers Merriment, 
 O that my Arms were Chains, and each part elfe, 
 Feet, Hands and all, were Gives and Manacles I 
 
 K4 Then 
 
Then with a triple band my Love I'd bind, 
 Clofe as the Elm is by the Vine entwin d s 
 The fhaky Ivy flioud not clofer crawl 
 About the Ruines of its dear-lov d PVttt. 
 And while my bufie hands your neck enclofe, 
 Think that no burthen which their fyndnefs fhows ! 
 Remember, Love, you have been abfent long, 
 And Time that did it muft repair the wrong : 
 But of the Recompence you foon complain, 
 And e'er my Joys begin, axe gone again. 
 But ftay ! ah too unkind, ungrateful ! ftay ! 
 Nor fliall you fly, unlefs you force your way. 
 
 
 Beda 
 
Oj7> 
 
 Beda in Cant. eap. 3, 
 
 When I had found him, Iheldhim fo 
 much the fajier, by how much the 
 longer I was in finding him. 
 
 ■ 
 
 ■ 
 
 XTIL But 
 
rijsj 
 
 \Bti2- ih(^er3fcri'7nc fc Acid mc 
 puhjy (fod. t tcjmlmy fruit in 00 
 
 * i*$ 
 
(ij9) 
 
 XIIL 
 
 But it it good, for me to bold me f aft by God, to 
 pa my truft in the Lord God, Pfal.7 3.27. 
 
 THro 5 what ftrange turns of Fortune have I gone, 
 Jufc as a Ball from hand to hand is thrown ? 
 wars loud allarms were firft my fole delight, 
 4nd hope of 'Glory led me out to fight: 
 4rms raised my courage, Arms were ail my care ; 
 Is if I had no other bus'nefs here. 
 3ft with a Song I paft my tedious hour, 
 ftliile I ftood Centry on fome lofty Tow'r : 
 ^{t I the Enemies intent betray 'd, 
 Ind fhew'd their motions by thej%*/ I made, 
 learnt t 'intrench a Command Bulwarks rear. 
 Vith all the cunning of an Engineer. 
 ever forward was, and bold in fight, 
 ind did to Aftion the faint Troops excite. 
 Jone better underftood the Art of tVa r> 
 tone more the Soldiers or Commanders care : 
 >ft in the Lybian Be fart did I fweat, 
 "ir d with the Sand, and melted with the heat 5 
 
 Choak'd 
 
(140) 
 
 Choak'd with the Duft, yet no kind Fountain nigfc 
 The" place as little moifture had as I. 
 
 How oft have I fwam mighty Rivers o er, 
 With heavy Armour loaden, tir'd, and fore ? 
 And {till my Sword acrofs my mouth have laid, 
 Whene'er I did the adverfe ftream invade. 
 Thus long the Camp has had my Company, 
 A Foot-man fir ft, then of the Cavalry, ; 
 My Breafi-flate has ten mots of Arrows born, 
 Nor fewer Stroaks my batter'd Helmet torn. 
 Thrice was my Horfe mot under me, my Creft 
 Four times ftruck off, and I as oft diftreft. 
 Yet boldly I expos'd my felf to harm, 
 And in my Enmies blood my hand was warm. 
 But on my back! did no wounds receive, • 
 My ready brea.fi met all my Foes durft give : 
 For boldly againft Fire and Sword I ttood, 
 And flights of Arrows which the Sky did cloud .* 
 On heads of Men, (lain by my Sword, I trod, 
 And as I mov'd, my ways with Corps I ftrow'd." 
 But yet the Man that did thefe Conquefis gain, 
 Cou'dnot, with all his pow'r, his wijk obtain ; 
 With all his Lawrels won, and Foes o'er-cowe^ 
 His Crowns defervd, and Trophies too brought home 
 
 On* 
 
(Hi) 
 
 One fault did all his former Triumphs blaft, 
 And blotted out their memory at laft. 
 The General cafhier'd me with a Word, 
 And o'er my head broke my once ufeful Sword. 
 And thus in publich^Scorn my Fame expir'd, 
 With the dear purchafe of my Blood acquired, 
 O my dear God ! had I born Arms for Thee, 
 Thy favour had not thus deferred me. 
 What Hopes are plac'd on Thee can never fait 
 Firm as an Anchor fix'd within the Vail. 
 Behind thy Altar then I'll lay my Arms, 
 And bid a long adieu to Wars allarms. 
 But foon my mind on Gain was all intent, 
 Gain to my thoughts fuch fweets did reprefent. 
 A Ship I bought, which when I fraighted well, 
 Abroad I fteer'd, to furchafe and to fell. 
 In both the Indies I expos'd my Ware, 
 No Port was known but I had Trafick there j 
 For from fmall Ventures, large Ac qui ft s to gain, 
 Was all the bufie Study of my brain. 
 Wealth now came flowing in with fuch a Tide, 
 It wou'd not in my ftraind C hefts abide. 
 My Ships came loaden from the Indian-fhozv 5 
 But next return they periflod at my door. 
 My Books with Debtors names flill larger grew 5 
 But they for fwore, and Co I loft my due. 
 
 Thus 
 
(142) 
 
 Thus Salt, made in the Sea, does there decay; 
 Thus where 'twas gain d, my Wealth all melts away. 
 
 How peaceful is the Man, and how fecure, 
 Whom War did ne er delight, nor Gain allure ? 
 No more fhali Gain my cheated fancy pleafe, 
 That cannot purchafe one fhort minutes eafe. 
 What fhall I do, fince my attempts are vain? 
 In War, no Fame; in Trade, no Wealth I gain. 
 Then to the Court I haftily repair, 
 My Fame as fbon finds kind reception there. 
 I'm brought before the King, and kifs his Hand, 
 He likes my Perfon, gives me a Command. 
 Now grown his Favrite, I have all his Ear j 
 Whate er I fpeak^ he eagerly does hear : 
 And to new Honours does me ftill advance, 
 Not the effect pf merit, but of chance. 
 But, whether his miflake, or my defert, 
 I'm now indeared, and wound into his heart. 
 Oft in difcourfe we fpent the bufie day, 
 And ne'er regarded how it pad away. 
 Nay, without we, he wou'd not p lay nor cat, 
 JHy frefence gave a relijh to his meet : 
 No Favritt eer was dearer to his Prince y 
 No Prince fuch Favours ever did dirpenfe. 
 
 SejatM 
 
(M?) 
 
 Sejanm rul'd not thus his Mailer's Heart; 
 
 His wary Lord allowed him but a part : 
 
 Nor Clytifo felf cou & greater Honours have, 
 
 Tho' the World's Conjuror wasalmoft his Slave. 
 
 This new advancement pleas'd my thoughts, 'tis true; 
 
 ( For there are ferret Charms in all things new.) 
 
 The Courtiers envy, and the Crowds admire 
 
 To fee die King my Company defire. 
 
 But, oh ! on Kings 'tis Folly to depend, ^ 
 
 Whofe Pow y r, much more their Favours, quickly end 
 
 The King to Frowns does all his Smiles convert, 
 
 And as he Vo^V, fo hates, without defert. 
 
 His Favour fbw'rs to Rage, and I auiient 
 
 Far from my Native Soil to Banifhment, 
 
 My fall to Hift'ry adds one Story more, 
 
 A Story I for ever muft deplore. 
 
 Sejanus had not a feverer fate, 
 
 ^Jor Clytus happinefs a fhorter date. 
 
 God ! how great is their fecurity, 
 
 Whofe hopes and wifhes all are fix d on thee ? 
 
 Aug. in Pfal. 36. 
 
 For fake all other Loves ; he is fairer who created 
 Heaven and Earth. 
 
 XIV. I fate 
 
(M4) 
 
 Is ah dmvn wider his s/iad&v (relom I 
 hwedjTviifi arcat dchqnt. Cant. z.z. 
 
 I 
 
('45 > 
 
 XIV. 
 
 I fate down under hi shadow (whom I loved) 
 with great delight. Cant. iij. j. 
 
 J" N a long journey to an unknown Clime, 
 
 I Much ground I travel^ and confuted much time \ 
 
 rill weary grown, computing in my mind, 
 
 thought; the fhorteft of my way behind, 
 3ut when I better had furvey'd the race, 
 
 found there ftill remain d the greater fpaee. 
 rhen my faint Limbs grew feeble with defpair, 
 )ifcourag'd at a journey fofevere i 
 Vich hands and eyes ereft, I vent my grief 
 'o Heav n, in hope from thence to find relief 
 
 Oh ! who will fhade me from Msfcorchlng heat f 
 it on my head how the fierce Sun-beams beat i 
 fhile by their fervor parch'd,- the burning Sand 
 brment s my Feet, and fcarce will let tne ftand. 
 hen you I praife, dear Groves, and ftady Bowers, 
 left with cool Springs, and fweet refreshing FlowYs, 
 
 1,7 t Ther> 
 
(i 4 6) 
 
 Then wifli th expanded Poplar wou'd o'erfpread, 
 Or leavy Apple fliade my weary head. 
 
 The God whole aid I oft had fought before, 
 As often found, now adds this favour more, 
 Whither your haft deflgns, fays he, I know 5 
 Know what you want, and how you want it too. 
 I know you feek Jerufalem above, 
 Thither your life and your endeavours move : 
 But with the tedious Pilgrimage difmay d, 
 Implore refrefhment from the Apple's made. 
 See, fee, I come to bring your pains relief! 
 Beneath my fhadow eafe your weary grief. 
 Behold my Arms ftretch'd on the fatal Tree I 
 With thefe extended boughs III cover thee; 
 Behold my bleeding feet, my gaping fide \ 
 In thefe free Coverts thou thy felf maift hide. 
 This made will grant thee thy defir'd repefe, 
 This Tree alone for that kind purpofe grows. 
 
 Thus fpoke the God, whofe favour thus expreft 
 With ftrength infpir'd my limbs, with hope my breal 
 I rais'd my eyes, and there my Love I fpy'd 5 
 But, oh ! my Love, my Love was crucify'd I 
 O what a difinal Scene ( I all difmaid 
 Cry 'd out) prefents me this unnat'ral Shade, 
 
 Wh 
 
(i47) 
 
 What comfort can it yield to wretched me^ 
 
 While Thou art hung on this accurfed Tree > 
 
 Curs'd Tree ! and more curs'd handby which 'twasfet I 
 
 The bloody ftains are reeking on it yet! 
 
 Yet this fair Tree projects its fpreading Boughs, 
 
 And with kind cooling Shades invites repofe i 
 
 But what it offers ftill it Mf denies, 
 
 And more to tears thanfleep inclines my Eyes, 
 
 Bleft Tree I and happy hand that fix'd thee here ! 
 That hand deferves the Honour of a Star ! 
 Now, now, my Love, I thy refemblance know, 
 My cool, kind, lhady reiidence below. 
 As the large Apple fpreads its loaden Boughs, 
 From whofe rare Fruit a pleating Liquor flows i 
 And, more than all its fellows of the Wood, 
 Allows the weary reft, the hungry food: 
 Thus thou art, Lord, my Coi/ert in the heat s 
 My Drinkjwhenthirfty, and when hungry, Meat. 
 How oft, my Love, how oft with earned pray r, 
 Have I invok'd thy Shade, to reft me there ? 
 There penfive I'll bewail my wretched State, 
 Like a fad Turtle widow'd of her Mate •, 
 HI bath thy pale dead Lips in a warm flood, 
 And from thy Locks 111 wafh the clotted Blood : 
 
(MS) 
 
 Thy hanging head my hands fliall gently raife-j 
 And to my cheek Til lay thy gory face ; 
 Thy wounded fide with watry eyes 111 view, 
 And as thy blood, my tears fhall ever flow : f 
 Flow till my fight, by their kind flood reliev d, 
 With the fad Object be no longer grievU 
 
 Yet this one wound in me will many make, 
 Till proftrate at thy feet my place I take : 
 Then 111 embrace again the fatal Tree, 
 And write this fad Infer ipt ion under thee: 
 Two Lovers fee, who their own Deaths conffire I 
 She drowns in Tears, while He confitmes in Fire, 
 
 Honorius 
 
(i49) 
 
 Honorius in cap. % Cant, apud Delr. 
 
 Afbadow is made of a body and light, aud is 
 the Travellers covert from the heat r his 
 "protection from the fiorm. The Tree of 
 Life, to wit, the Apple-Tree, is theholy 
 Croft ; its Fruit is Chrift, its flsadow the 
 refrefhment and defence of Mankind. 
 
 L 5 XV- How 
 
(M?) 
 
 
 Mow shall (fViLSXTW ikcXtcrrtli Sdna ■ 
 a sfranqc LaiiZ- Tsal. itf-j" 
 
 vi 
 
OsO 
 
 xv. : 
 
 How /ball tve (tng the Lor is Song in afirange 
 Land ? Pfal. cxxxvij. 4. 
 
 OH ! why, my Friends, am I denYd to fing ? 
 How can I raife a note, or touch a firing f 
 Mujic&equives a Spul to mirth inclin'd, 
 And fympathizes with the troubled mind, 
 
 But you reply, Such feafons moft require 
 The kind diverfion of the warbling Lyre 3 
 When^/wou'd ftrike you dumb, 'tis time to fog, 
 Then ftrain the voice, and ftrike the trembttng/rags 
 Leaft then the mind oerwhelm'd in forrow lie, 
 Too much intent on it own mifery. 
 
 You urge, this remedy will grief affwage, 
 And with examples frove what you alledge. 
 You (ay, This tunes the weary Sailors note, 
 While o'er long Seas their nimble Veffels float 2 
 You fay, This makes the artful Shepherd play, 
 Whole tuneful Pipes the tedious hours betray, 
 
 L 4 And 
 
And that the Traveller's journey eafrft proves, 
 When to the mufich^ of his voice he moves. 
 And Soldiers when with Night or Labour tir'd 
 By ringing, with new vigour are infpir'd. 
 Ill not perverfly blame this art in them, 
 Nor th J inoffenfive policy condemn ; 
 But know my tongue, long practisd in complaint, 
 Is skill'd in grief, in lamentations quaint. 
 Scarce my loft skill cou d I to practice bring, 
 And Mujici^feerrid a ftrange unufual thing ; 
 And as one blinded long, fcarce brooks the light, 
 So pleafing Ayres my uncouth tongue affright. 
 When I my flighted Numbers wou'd retrieve, 
 And make the fpeaking Chords appear to live ; 
 When I wou'd raife the murmuring Viols voice, 
 Or make the Lute in brisker founds rejoice 3 
 When on my Pipe attempt afhriller note, 
 Or join my Harp in confort with my Throat: 
 My Voice (alas ! ) in floods of tears is drown d, 
 And boiftrous fighs difperfe die fainting found. 
 Again to Jing, again to play I try'd , 
 Again my voice, again my hand deny'd : 
 Slow and unaclive by difufe fo long, 
 Their Art's forgot both by my Hand and Tongue j 
 And now with thefe allays I try too late 
 To mollirle my hard, my rigid Fate. 
 
 Grai 
 
Grant I excelFd in Mujlc^ and in Song, 
 And warbled fwift Divifion with my Tongues 
 Cou'd I with Ifraets fweeteft Singer vie, 
 . jOr touch the Harp with more fuccefs than He % 
 Will Mttfick^ or Complaint bed fuit my woe, 
 Who never had more caufe to weep, than now f 
 But fbrrow has my tuneful Harp unftrung, 
 And griefs become habitual to my Tongue i 
 Nor do the place or time fuch mirth allow $ 
 But grant they did, my forrows anfwer no. 
 For wou'd you have an exil'd Stranger fing 
 His Country Songs under a Foreign King ? 
 Forbear ; my Tate and this loath" d place confpire 
 To Jilence me, and hinder your defire. 
 Tears drown my Eyes, exhaufted by my wrongs, 
 Then, ah ! how am I fit for jocund Songs ? 
 Hariri Fortunes wounded Captive kindly fpare \ 
 My voice has loft its pleafing accents here. 
 Sorrow diforders and diftorts my face, 
 I cannot give my Songs their former grace. 
 Shou'd I begin to fing or- play, 'twou'd be 
 Some doleful Emblem of my mifery. 
 My thoughts are all on my loll: State intent, 
 And clofe Companions of my Banifhment. 
 *rhen why am I defiYd to play or fing, ({hint ? 
 
 Now grief has broke my voice, and flackned evry 
 
 Oh! 
 
Oh! my lovd Country, when I think on thee, 
 My Lute, my Voice, my Mind, all lofe their harmony: 
 But if to Thee I happily return, (mourn 
 
 Then they fhall all rejoice, as much as now they 
 
 Aug 
 
Aug. Medit. cap. 35. 
 
 that I could fay fitch things as the 
 Hymn-fwging Choire of Angels ! 
 How willingly would I pour forth 
 my felf in thy praifes I 
 
 ECSTACIES 
 
OsO 
 
 Z chary tjrcu ODaiwhter^ofleruftl^TTL 
 ifecniHnA iwyMdoiMdnthatyou tell 
 him thivtTant Jich of Low. Ceait.$,B. 
 
<<S7) 
 
 ECSTACIES 
 
 OF THE 
 
 ENAMOURS SOUL. 
 
 BOOK the Third. 
 
 \ I- 
 
 ! charge you, Daughters 0/Jerufdlem, */ 
 
 you find my Beloved, that you tell him that 
 
 I amfick of Love, Cant. v. 8. 
 
 BLeft Refidents in thofe bright Courts above 
 Thofe Starry Temphsivhereyou Sing and Love s 
 fy facred f>r/* I you adjure and bind, 
 f by a happy chance my Love you find ; 
 "b him my ftrong, my reftlefs Paffion bear 3 
 ind gently whifper't in his facred Ear \ 
 low I each moment in foft Sighs expire, 
 uid languifh in the Flames of my Defire. 
 low I am fcorch'd in Love's fierce torrid Zone, 
 
 Ls withering FIowVs before the racing Sun. 
 
 For 
 
OS*) 
 
 For fcattering round his Darts, among the red 
 
 He fhot himfelf into my love-fick breaft j 
 
 Through blood and bones the iliaft like lightning ftol 
 
 And with ftrange infl'ence feiz'd my melting Soul : 
 
 Now in a flame unquenchable I burn, 
 
 And feel my breaft tanother JEtna turn. 
 
 If a more full account he wou'd receive, 
 
 ( For Lovers always are inquifitive: ) 
 
 Tell him how pale, how languifhing I look, 
 
 And how I fainted when I wou d have (poke. 
 
 If he enquires what pace my Feaver moves, 
 
 Oh! tell him, I no Feaver feel, but Loves : 
 
 Or if he asks what danger of my death, 
 
 Tell him — I cou d not tell, for want of breath. 
 
 Tell him no menage you from me relate, . 
 
 But gafping (bunds, that fpoke approaching Fate. 
 
 Yet, if he queftions how in death I look, 
 
 Say how my Beauty has my face forfook. 
 
 Say how I'm ftrangely all transformed with woe, 
 
 That he my fuff'rings and their caufe may know. 
 
 Tell him I lie feiz'd with a deadly fwound, 
 
 A bloodlefs Corps ftretcfrd on the naked ground. 
 
 Tell him my eyes fwim round my dl^zy head, 
 
 And on my breaft my feeble hands arefpred, 
 
 The Coral of my Lips grows (ickly pale, 
 
 And on my Cheeks the withering Rofes fail ; 
 
 M 
 
(i59) 
 
 My Veins, tho'chafd, have loft their azure hue, 
 And their decay fhews Nature failing too: 
 Nor any iigns exprefs remaining life, 
 But the worft fympoms, fighs that vent my grief. 
 And yet I cannot any reafon feign, 
 Why, tho' unhurt, fo often I complain: 
 Unlefs fbme treacherous Sigh unruly prove 
 Betray my blufhing Soul, and own 'tis Love, 
 rhis, this was fiire my forrowsonly caufe > 
 [ lov'd, yet knew not what a Lover was. 
 rhis from my breaft extorted frequent fighs, 
 tad preft the tears from my overflowing eyes. 
 rhis was the caufe, that when I ftrove to frame 
 Remote Bifcourfe, it ended with his Name. 
 
 3h ! then 
 
 rell the lavdOfyebl of my thought and eye, 
 rlo w I his Martyr and his Vitlim die. 
 DiftilTd in Loves Alembick^, I expire, 
 ?arch 5 dup, fikefofer, by too warm a fire 5 
 > dry'd, hke Lilies, whi.L have long in vain 
 Beggd the refrefhmentof a gentle Rain, 
 rell Him, the caufe of all my grief will prove, 
 Without his help, my death ; for, oh.' 'tis LO VE* 
 
 Rupert, in Cant. 
 Tell him, That J amfukof Love, through the great defire 1 
 have of feeing his face : J endure the wearinefs of life, and 
 J can hardly bear the delay of my present Exile. >* 
 
 IL Stay 
 
(i6o) 
 
 *%«■*» ——••-•:- ^a^-^a"; 
 
 itSboAr m t with natrons, comfort m& 
 w itk app liftfo rlanh/tct ofZorv 
 
 1^-'0fa**to 
 
(!<5l) 
 
 II. 
 
 Stay me with Flagons, comfort me with Jppksj 
 for lam fick of Love, Cant. ij. 5. 
 
 H 
 
 OW ftrangely,Zw,doft thou my willcontroul? 
 
 'Thou pleajtng Tyrant of my caftfo'd Soul ! 
 3h J wou'dft thou have thy welcom torments laft 
 ilacken their heat, for I confume too f aft. 
 Dn other Hearts thy fiery Arrows fhow r, 
 <or mine (alas! ) has now no room for mora 
 } fpare thy own ArtiWry, and my heath! 
 •or the next/haft comes wing'd with certain Death 
 )h ! I am loft, and from my felf eftrang'd, 
 fo Love, mf voice ; to Love, my blood is chang d : 
 Compart to part infenfibly he ftole, 
 M the fly ConqtPror had fubdu'd the whole. 
 
 Alas ! will no one pity my diftrefs ? 
 Vill neither Earth nor Heav'n afford redrefs? 
 *anft Thou, the Author of my miferies, 
 ]anft Thou behold me with relent left eyes? 
 
(i6 2 ) 
 
 Oh ! hafte, you bright Inhabitants above, 
 My fellow-Patients in this charming Love 5 
 Rifle the Gardens, and difrobe the Fields, 
 Bring all the Treafure Natures Store-houfe yields s 
 Bind fragrant Rofe-bnds to my Temples firft, 
 Then with cool Alftles quench my fiery thirfi. 
 Thefe may allay the leaver of my Blood. 
 Oh no! there's nothing, nothing does me good. 
 Againft Loves force what Salve can Rofes make, 
 Since ev n themfelves may hide the pis now Snake ? 
 And Affles fure can fmall afliftance give, 
 In one of them ttiOld Serpent did deceive. 
 O then ! to flacken this tormenting fire, 
 ThsRofeof Sharon only I deiire: 
 And for an Aftle to affwage mf grief, 
 Give it, oh ! give it from the Tree of Life I 
 Then ftrow them gently on my Virgin-bed ! 
 And as the withering Rofe declines its head, 
 Compos'd to Death's long deep my reft I'll take, 
 Bream of my Love, and in his arms awake. 
 
 Gift 
 
< &} ) 
 
 GifleninGant.cap.2» 
 
 \t is certainly a good languifbment, when the 
 Difeafe is not to Death , but Life, that 
 God may be glorified by it : when that 
 Heat and Feaver does not proceed from a, 
 con fuming, hut rather from an improving 
 fire. 
 
 M 2 HI. My 
 
0«4> 
 
 ^^^jF£W"r*?¥Z 
 
 jgyK Wi 
 
 *JJj3elovmlij mine j andlam hiJ; 
 nefeeddbk amana theLULuJ 
 Cant z . t6~- 
 
(i*0 
 
 HI. 
 
 My Beloved is mine, and I am bis ; befeedeth 
 among the Lilies, Cant. ij. 16. 
 
 B Left fouls, whofe hearts burn with factf equal fir e^ 
 As never, but together, will expire ! 
 foyour content I wou ? d not Crowns prefer, 
 'or all Heavns BleJJings are dilated there : 
 Ind when with equal flames two Souls engage 3 
 rhat happy minute is Loves golden Age. 
 uch blifs I wifli'd, when Love at firft pofleft, 
 md fpread his Enfigns o'er my trembling breaft % 
 low oft I pray'd, whene'er in Love I burn, 
 jrant me, great PowV, to find a juft return ! 
 The God return'd this anfwer to my fray V, 
 Love firft , and never then of Love defpair ! 
 rhe fudden Sound invades my frightned ear, 
 trembled when I knew the God was near, 
 s it thy Will, Almighty Love ( I cry'd ) 
 fo lift a Soldier, in thy Wars untry'd * 
 Hs true, my fellow-Maids have told me long 
 (Tie promts' d Joys of thy' adoring throng : 
 
 M 2 But 
 
(i66) 
 
 But oft my Nurfe, acquainted with the cheat, 
 
 Told me, 'twas all delujion and deceit ; 
 
 And that the Oracle too true wou'd prove, 
 
 Which thus declar'd the ill effebls of Love : 
 
 <c Num'rous as Athos Hares, or Hyblas Swarms, 
 
 " Or Olive-berries on the loaden Tree, 
 
 " Or as the Shells, or Sands, are Loves allarms, 
 
 " Abounding (till with fear and mifery. 
 
 For ftill this fear the wretches entertain, 
 
 Left all their Love fhou'd meet unjuft Difdain. 
 
 Of happy Lovers no Records can boaft -, 
 
 Their blifs was counterfeit, oxfbort at moft : 
 
 The airy God's unfettled motion fhews 
 
 That Love's a Tide that always ebbs and flows. 
 
 Go then and truft thofe dying flames that will, 
 Since Love's a veand'rer and uncertain ftill. 
 a Than his own feathers is he lighter far, 
 * And all his promisU Faith but empty air. 
 By Oaths and Vows let no one be betray d, 
 Which vanijh in the breath with which tti are made. 
 His cheeks are with unufual blufhesdreft, 
 And his quick flight, this mighty truth confeft : 
 And now hxs fraud, and treachery I knew, 
 To all his pow'r I bid a laft adieu. 
 
 To Thee, thou heavn-bom Love, my Soul I'll join, 
 Be thou my Flame, Dear Lord j and XH be thine ! 
 
 Whit 
 
(i6 7 ) 
 
 While day and night fucceffively return, 
 
 Our mutual fires fhall never ceafe to burn. 
 
 O the fweet balm diftilling from each kifs ! 
 
 How vaft the pleafure, how divine the blifs I 
 
 What new delights from heavnly Love ftill flow, 
 
 They only, who enjoy the Blefling, know. 
 
 But , oh I to love, or to belov'd of Thee, 
 
 Is the great myfl'ry of Felicity : 
 
 And, more t mhance and recommend the joy, 
 
 'Tisfuchastime dots heighten, not deft roy. 
 
 My Love, my Life in Thee all Hybla"s Sweets, 
 
 In Thee zllOpbirs richeft Treafure meets. 
 
 With what repeated Ecfiacies poffeft, 
 
 We vent our paflions in each others breaft J 
 
 O how unfpeakable's the blifs to me, 
 
 To lofe my felf in thoughts of its Eternity ! 
 
 This Love is fubjeft to no anxious cares, 
 
 Too blefi fox troubles, too fecure fox fears. 
 
 In Paradices of delight it feeds, 
 
 Where whiteft Lilies deck th'enameU'd Meads i 
 
 Among which Emblems c£ our pure defires, 
 
 We in chaft pleafures quench our mutual fires. 
 
 Bernard, in Cant. Serm. 7 1. 
 Thou who hear eft, or readefi this, take care to have 
 the Lilies in thee, if thou muldjt have this dweller 
 among the Lilies v'lfit thee. 
 
 m 4 iv. im 
 
(168) 
 
 1 amniyBelmsecUfyancLhij dtjirc 
 v<s TvTvar-dd me, . Cant: / . zo . 
 
<*<59> 
 
 IV. 
 
 tarn my Beloveds, and his defire is towards 
 me y Cant. vij. 10. 
 
 THro' the thick fhades of a cool Cyprefs Grove^ 
 Weeping I wander'd to bewail my Love ; 
 A briny torrent rowl'd adown my breaft, 
 And weighty grief my finking Soul oppreft. 
 In my fad Arms an Ivory Lute I bore, 
 My forrows fure Phyfician heretofore. 
 Tir'd with my grief, on a (oft Turf I reft, 
 And thus unload my over-burthen'd breaft. 
 
 Mufti my days confume in Ionefbm grief, 
 And cruel Love deny me all relief ? 
 O let that curie attend my Enemies, 
 Be they ftill Strangers to Loves envy 3 d Blifs! 
 " For not to love, is furely not to live, 
 <c Since Life's chief bleffings we in Love receive : 
 | The whole defign of 'living is to love, 
 " And who loves woft, does befl his life improve. 
 
 Bodies 
 
fi7°) 
 
 Bodies of Earth down to their centre tend 
 And Seeds of Fire to theirs above afcend. 
 So our fofc hearts to Love are ftill inclin'd, 
 Urg'd by a vilent impulfe of the mind. 
 TL'vnmine too, kindled by an innate flame, 
 Is eager to deferve a Lovers name. 
 But where fhall I my kindling Flames impart, 
 Where yield the Virgin-fortrefs of my heart? 
 Shall I defend to a low mortal love, 
 I, the Companion ofblefl Minds above f 
 Or fhall I with inferiour Creatures fport, 
 Whom their Creator not difdains to court > 
 No, no, my Soul, fix thou thy thoughts on high 5 
 Thou haft no equal match beneath the Sky. 
 My Hymen fhall no other Torches bear, 
 Than what have each been lighted at a Star. 
 Angels fhall my Epithalamiumy^, 
 Conducing me in triumph to their King. 
 Him, Him alone of all I can approve 
 The nobleft object of the pureft Love. 
 His dear-lov d Image ftill falutes my eye, 
 Nor can his abfence this delight deny. 
 No envious diftance can prevail to part 
 His dear refembling Imprefs from my heart. 
 With him, methinks, in fweet difcourfe I walk, 
 Pleas'd with the found of his imagin'd talk. 
 
 So, 
 
 
070 
 
 So, byftrangefympathy, the faithful Steel 
 Does the lov'd Poles magnetick influence feel, 
 By whofe kind conduct the fafe Pjlot fleers 
 A fteddy courfe, till the wifh'd Port appears. 
 So the fond Hyacinth purfues the Sun, 
 Pleas d at his rife, grievd when his race is done : 
 So is He waited on by the pale Moon, 
 Who from his beams reflection guilds her own. 
 Like thefe, Almighty Love, to Thee I flie -, 
 If thou withdraw^ thy face, I pine, I die. 
 O then, Jince all my joys on that defend. 
 Let the blefi Vifion never never end ! 
 
 
 The 
 
( I?2 ) 
 
 The fame y by another Hand. 
 
 r 
 
 ACyfrefs Grove (whofe melancholly made 
 To fute the temper of the fad was made) 
 I chofe for my retreat, there laid me down, 
 Hoping my Sorrows in my Tears to drown : 
 They vainly flow'd j and now o erwheltn d with griek 
 From Mujicki charming founds I fought relief. 
 This Song compos'd, I ftrike my Lyre, and fing, 
 Soft Notes rebounding from each filver String. 
 Ah ! fhall my wafted days no paflion crown 5 
 And muft my empty years roul ufelefs on .' 
 So hard a fate. I'd wifh my greateft foes 5 
 He lives not, who the flames of Love ne'er knows : 
 Stupid his Soul lies hid in darkeft night, 
 Who is not chear'd with Loves tranfpiercing light : 
 He bears no Image of the God above, 
 Whofe icy breahVs infenfible to Love. ■ 
 The pond'rous Earth, by'ts proper weight depreft, 
 Beneath all other Elements doth reft ; 
 While pointed Flames do thro' the folid mafs 
 Force their bright way, and unredfted pafs : 
 So thro' the folid lump of Man, the Soul 
 Sends forth thofe fires that all the frame controul 5 
 
 And 
 
And his defires do hurry him away, 
 Where-eer thofe flames direct th'obedient Clay. 
 And now I feel an unknown warmth all o'er ; 
 I burn, I melt, but know not from what Powr : 
 Thek fiharp quicks fires are urg'd thro' ev ry vein, 
 Mingling at once fuch Phafiure^c^. fuch Pain. 
 Ah ! whither will this furious paftion drive ? 
 ( In vain againft Love's raging force we drive. ) 
 Shall my ajpiring Soul, like vulgar heart s, 
 Complain offhameful wounds from Cupid's Darts ? 
 If I fhoud be embrac d by mortal arms, 
 They'd fade my Beauties, fully all my Charms: 
 My rifing Afindfoaxs vaft degrees above 
 Terrefirial Charms, they're much beneath my Love i 
 Tfaefe grofs de fires my purer *SWdifclains5 
 She'll be His Spoufie who evry Being frames. 
 Agnes, of Rome the wonder and the pride, y 
 
 Her Charms to an Aufonian Youth deny'd, > 
 
 And in the fie terms refus'd to be his Bride ; *} 
 
 | If I have kindled fires within your bread, 
 w I cannot grant, hut pity your reqneft ; 
 1 Nor can you juitly my refufal blame, 
 I Since 1 burn with a much diviner flame ; 
 I For my Creator hath engag'd my heart, 
 w My Soul from fiuch a Spoufe can ne'er depart s 
 
 Ms 
 
(i74) 
 
 cc His lovely Image ftill is in my fight, 
 
 " And at this diftance He's my file delight : 
 
 " In abfence we converfe 5 I fpeak in Pray rs, 
 
 " And he in abfence charms my liftning ears. 
 
 So by the Loadftones unfeen wondrous force 
 
 The faithful Needle fleers the Seamans courfe: 
 
 Tow'rds its Iov'd North it conftantly doth rile, 
 
 Guiding their fecret Courfe, where-e'er it lies. 
 
 So does the Flow'r otThoebm twice a day 
 
 Turn tow'rds her Sun, and her glad leaves difplay. 
 
 Fair Cynthia thus regards her Brothers Beams, 
 
 Renews her Beauty from his borrowed flames. 
 
 I am thy Clytie ( Spoufe ) thou art my Sun, 
 
 I Cynthia, always tow'rds thy light mutt, run. 
 
 My Spoufe, my Helice, with longing I /^ e 
 
 ( Where-e'er thou draw'ftj tow Yds thee in raptures 
 
 What wonder if in mutual Love We burn, 
 
 Since Steel can tow'rds the fenfelefs Loadflone turn ? 
 
 Bernard, 
 
(i75) 
 
 Bernard. Medit. cap. 9. 
 
 My Heart pajfes through many things^ 
 feetyng about where it may takg its 
 rejl ; but jinds nothing that pleafes 
 it^ till it returns to God. 
 
 V. My 
 
(*7<5) 
 
 flJlySoid melted- qJmv-£>e- 
 
 1 I..ifjb. 
 
(»77) 
 
 V, 
 
 My Soul melted as my Beloved fpoke 9 
 Gant. v. 6. 
 
 w 
 
 Hat hills i what rocks y what de farts have I trod, 
 Only for one fliort view of Thee % my God ? 
 How for one word from thofe dear Lips of Thine, 
 My feet a tirefom Pilgrimage injoin J 
 War craggy Rocks of fuch ftupendious height, 
 Hi afcent does ev'n the climbing Deer afright : 
 m cannot my unwearied hafie delay ^ 
 For mighty Love conduBs me all the way, 
 rho' from thefe heights I all thing] elfe defcry, 
 rhe dear4ovd Object fhuns my longing eye, 
 3iftracled then, thro*ev'ry Den I rave, 
 •earch eachRecefs, and vifit evry Cave. 
 n vain thofe unfrequented paths I wear, 
 only find thou art a Stranger there, 
 ometimes into the open Plain I rove, 
 Jut there am loft in Error as in Love. 
 [oHeavnllook, and thro* the Fields complain, 
 Jut both unkindly anfwer not again, 
 
 N Wandring 
 
(i 7 8) 
 
 Wandring from thence I find a fhady Vale, 
 
 There on my. Love (but ftill in vain) I call. 
 
 Not far from hence a clofe thickCovert grows, 
 
 Where panting Breads fly for a cool repofe : 
 
 Here, here, faid I, perhaps He s laid to reft ; 
 
 But, oh! no fignof Thee was kr* impreft. 
 
 Then, flung with paflion, and o erwhelrn d with grief, 
 
 I coaft the Shoar, and thence expeft relief. 
 
 Here a high Totfr exalts its lofty head, 
 
 By whofe kind light the wandring Sailor's led : 
 
 Her el afcend, and view the Ocean round, 
 
 While my complaints o'er all the Shoar refound : 
 
 Tell me, you Shoar s, you Seas, and tell me true, 
 
 Is not my Love conceald in fome of Tou f 
 
 As to eachotherjo/* woudconftant be, 
 
 pifcover, and be jufi to Love and me ! 
 
 Scarce had the Shoar receivd the mournful noife, 
 
 When it return d a loud redoubled voice ; 
 
 But that fome fporting Eccho I believe, 
 
 That fools the wretched, and dallies with their grief. 
 
 Again the Shoar I rend 5 the Shoar does hear, 
 
 And the kind voice again falutes my ear : 
 
 A voice, a well-known voice I 'twas Thine, my Life, 
 
 Whofe tfeafing accents foon difpell'd my grief 
 
 Now I reviv'd : One liich Immortal breath 
 
 Had pow'r enough to rej cue me from death. 
 
 ;"?"***** ■ Th 
 
(i79) 
 
 Thy voice, like Lightning, unperceiv'd, unfelt, 
 By a ftrange inflence thro 3 the Soul can melt. 
 So thy Difcifles hearts were fir'd within, 
 When on the way thou didft difcourfe begin 5 
 The fecret Charms of Thy prevailing voice 
 Caus'd unaccountable, yet mighty Joys. 
 Twas the fame heavnly found that anfwer'd me, 
 And all difiblv'd me into Ecfiacy. 
 That kindled fuch a fire within my Soul, 
 Whofe ardent heat an Ocean cannot cool. 
 See how my melting paflions haft and run, 
 Like Virgin-wax before the fcorching Sun I 
 might I be fo bleft to mix with Thee, 
 Dur Life the fame, the fame our Love ftiou d be , 
 
 Aug. Soiiloq. cap. 34. 
 
 That is this that I feel ? what fire is it that warms 
 my heart ? what light is it that enlightens it f O 
 thou fire which always burnefl,and art never extin- 
 guifkedl do thou inflame me I 
 
 N % VI. Whom 
 
CiSo) 
 
 
(i8i) 
 
 VI 
 
 Whom have 1 in Heaven but thee ? and there 
 is none upon Earth that I defire in comfa± 
 rifonofthee^ Pfal. lxxiij. 24* 
 
 WHatfhall I feek, great God, in tieavti atove, 
 Ox Earthy Sea, whereon to fix my love? 
 Tho' I fhou'd ranfack Heavn, and Eart^ and Sta y 
 All they can boaft, is nothing without Thee,, 
 
 I know What mighty Joys in Heav'n abound, 
 
 What Treasures in the Earth and Sea ace found , 
 
 Vet without Thee, my Love! ^enrich their iiore, 
 
 All, all their glories are but mean and poor. 
 
 O Heavn ! O Earth ! O vaft capacious Main i 
 
 Three famous Realms where Wealth and Plenty reign ! 
 
 Tho' in one heap your triple pleafures lay, 
 
 They were no pleafures, werewjy Lord away. 
 
 My thoughts, I own, haveoftenrang'dthe Beep, 
 
 Search'd Earth zrid&eav'n, and in no bounds wou'd 
 keep ; 
 
 But when they wandred the Creation round, 
 
 No equal Ob]e& in the Whole they found 
 
 N 3 , ,, Some* 
 
(i8 2 ) 
 
 Sometimes I thought to rip the pregnant Earthy 
 And give its rich and long-born burthen birth > 
 Gold, Silver, Brafs, feeds of the fhining Vein, 
 And each bright product; of the fertile Mine : 
 For theft we dig and tear our Mother s Womb, 
 Till for our boundlefs Treafures we want room : 
 To what advantage ? Tho', o'ercharg'd with Gold, 
 Your burfting Goffers can't their burthen hold \ 
 Yet this can ne'er your troubled mind appeafe, 
 Nor buy your forrows ev n a minutes eafe. 
 
 Here difappointed, to the Beef I go, 
 Whole fecret Chambers dusky Indians know. 
 Pleas'd with its Gemmy ftore my (elf to load, 
 I dive, and vifit its conceal'd abode: 
 Then the fcarce Bur ret feek, whofe bloods rich dye 
 Is the great Ornament of Majefty. 
 Then fcatter'd Pearls I gather on the fhoar 
 Where rich Hjdafpes calls his fhining oar. 
 
 Alas! thefe Jewels brought from feveral Coafls 
 All that each River, or the Ocean boaftsj 
 The/ Saphyr, Jafper, and the Chryfolite, 
 Can't quench my thirft, or ftay my appetite. 
 Then, fince the Earth md Sea content deny, 
 Heav'ns lofty Fabrick I refolve to try* 
 
 With 
 
With wonder I the vaft Machine furvey, 
 
 With glorious Stars all ftudded, bright and gay : 
 
 Amazd thzirftillunalterd courfe I view, 
 
 And how their daily motions they renew. 
 
 But among all the Penfile fires above, 
 
 None warm'd my breaft, none rais'd my Soul to tovei 
 
 But I beheld at di fiance from below : 
 
 Then farewel Earth, up to their Orbs I go. 
 
 Now lefs'ning Cities leave my diftant fight, 
 
 And now the Earths -whole Globe is vanifhM quite i 
 
 Above the Sun and Planets I am born, 
 
 And their inferior Influences fcorn. 
 
 Now the bright pavement of the Stars 1 tread, 
 
 Once the high covring of my humble head. 
 
 Now o'er the lofty flaming Wall I flie, 
 
 And Heav'ns bright Court lies open to my eye. 
 
 Now curious Crowds of the wing'd Quire above 
 
 Tow'rds the new guefi with dazling iplendor move i' 
 
 Hymns well compos'd to Ayrs Divine they fing, 
 
 New tune their Harps, and fcrue up ev'ry String 5 
 
 Then in brisk Notes triumphant Anthems play, 
 
 While Heavn refounds, as if 'twere Holy-day. 
 
 O glorious Man fans fill'd mth Jbining fires I 
 O Courts fk only for your Starry Quires I 
 
 N 4 W 
 
(i8 4 ) 
 
 My ravifh'd Soul's in ftrange amazement loft 5 
 Sure no delight is wanting on this Coafi. 
 Ah! — Said I, no delight was wanting here ? 
 Yes, you want All; alas! you want my Dear. 
 Farewel you Stars, and you bright Forms adieu > 
 My. bus'nefs here was with my Love, not you. 
 There's nothing good below without my Love, 
 Nor any thing worth a faint Wijh above. 
 
 One World fubdu'd, the Conjuror did deplore 
 That Niggard Tate had not allowed him more : 
 My vafter thoughts a thousand Worlds defpife, 
 Nor lofe one wijh on fuch a worthlefs frize. 
 Not all the Vniverfe from Pole to Pole, 
 Heavn, Earth, and Sea, can fill my boundlefs SouL 
 What neither Earth's wide limits can contain, 
 Nor the large Empire of the (preading Main 5 
 Nor Heavn, whofe vafter Globe does both indole; 
 That's the fole ObjeB my Ambition knows. 
 Till now, alas ! my Soul at Jhadows caught, 
 And always was deceivdm what it fought : 
 Thou, Lord, alone art Heavn, Earthy Sea, tome: 
 Then, Lord, art All, all nothing without Thee. 
 
 Aug. 
 
(iSO 
 
 Aug. Soliloq. cap. 20. 
 
 Whatever is contained within the eompafs of 
 Heaven, is beneath the Soul of Man, 
 which was made to enjoy the chiefeftGood 
 above, in whofe poffeflion alone it can be 
 happy. 
 
 vii. m 
 
fi86) 
 
 Wo u mc, ihatlam conSlravnedlo 
 
 dnrdlrvilh 7rufech,cmMo ha&t 
 
 (rny habitation airLorw the, lent* 
 
 ^afKeaZar. Pdal.VZc. 4- p 
 
(i8 7 ) 
 
 VII. J 
 
 Wo is me, that I am conft rained to dwell with 
 Mefech, and to have my habitation among 
 the tents 0/Kedar ! Pfal. cxx. 4. 
 
 STill does the Sun with ufual motion fteer 
 The revolutions of the circling Year? 
 Or Gibeons wondrous Solftice is renew d, 
 When at the mighty JolliuaV beck^ he flood? 
 Or is his motion now grown Retrogade, 
 As when he turnd the Hebrew Diafsfbad* $ 
 Why ehefhoudl, who now am pall the Age 
 Allow'd to tread this Worlds unhappy Stage ? 
 Why fhou d I be deny'd an Exit, now 
 I've play'd my f 'art, and have no more to do ? 
 [s there on Earth a Bleffing to repair 
 Th'injurious force of my detainer there ? 
 How wotid Iwelcom any fav ring death, 
 To eafe me of the burthen of my breath r 
 Byonefureftroke, kind Fate, my Soul reprieve] 
 For 'tis continual dying here to live, 
 
 Here 
 
(i88) 
 
 Here our chief Blifs is an uncertain Joy, 
 Which fwifc viciflitudes of ill deftroy : 
 Juft as the Sun, who rifing bright and gay, 
 In Clouds and ShowVs concludes the weeping day. 
 So boifterous guftsoft tender Flow'rs invade, 
 By tempting Winds too foon abroad betrayed. 
 
 Here, envious of each others fettlement y 
 All things contend each other to fupylant* 
 The fecond minute drives the firft away. 
 And Night'/ impatient to fucceed the Day : 
 The eager Summer thinks the Spring too long 7 
 And Autumn frets that Summer is not gone : 
 But Autumn x felfto Winter mu ft give way, 
 Left its cold Fro ft s oertakc andpunlfh his delay. 
 
 Behold yon Sea, how [moot h, without a frown t 
 See, while I jpeaj^, how enrfd, how rough 'tis grown i 
 Lool^y how ferenesthe Sky-, how calm the air ? 
 Now, hark^ it thunders round the Hemlfphere I 
 This great unconftancy of humane State 
 Corrupts each minute of our happy Fate. 
 But, oh! the worftofiUs is ftill behind, 
 The rav nous converfe with our beaftly kind. 
 Sure Nature firft In anger did intend 
 A plague of Monfters o'er the world to fend $ 
 
0»9> 
 
 %en brought forth her moft brutifh Off- firing Men, 
 ind turrid each houfe Into a favage den. 
 I this rapacious fpecies we may find 
 ill that's deftrutllve in 'the preying kind 5 
 .ion, Wolf, Tyger, Bear, and Crocodile, 
 trong to devour •, and cunning to beguile: 
 "hefe Beafts are ted to prey by appetite, 
 Ind that one* pleas W, no more in blood delight ; 
 3ut Man, /% Hell, has an infatiate thirft, 
 ind ft ill is keeneft when fo full to bur ft. 
 "his raifes Fraud, makes Treacle ry fine and gay, 
 Vhile banifh'd Juftice flies difrob'd away : 
 rhis fills the World with loud allarms of War, 
 Ind turns the peaceful Plow-jhare to a hojlile Spear* 
 Vho wou'd be flaveto fuch a tyrant Life, 
 rhat ftill engages him in Noife and Strife ? 
 ,ong fince, alas ! I did my Years compleat, 
 \nd ferv'd for freedom, ftill deny d by Fate. 
 Vhen I compute to what a price amount 
 vly mifpent days, I'm bankrupt in th'account. 
 Dh ! what ftrange frenzy does thofe menpoffefs, 
 Who ralhly deem long life a happinefs I 
 rhey fure are ftrangers to the Joys above, 
 t¥ho more than Home a wretched Exile love, 
 3ut Heavns remote, and its far-diftant blifs 
 Appears minute to our miftaken Eyes. 
 
 Ah I 
 
(i9o) 
 
 Ah! why, my Country, art thou placd (b 6r^ 
 That I am ftili a tedious wanderer ? 
 
 Happier the Exiles of old Heathen Rome, 
 Whom only Tiber did divide from home ! 
 While to remoter banijhment defign'd, 
 A vaft Abyfs J twixt Heav y * and me I find. 
 The Hebrew flaves were freed i'th J Jubilee j 
 Unhappier Vatfal ! I fhall ne'er be free. 
 The fwift fore-runner of the welcom Spring 
 Finds after Winter's* cold a time to fing : 
 She who did long in dark recefles lie, 
 Now flies abroad and refalutes the Sky. 
 But ftill I live excluded from above , 
 Deny'd the Obje&of my Blifsand Love. 
 Hafte, hafte, my God, and take me up toThee -, 
 There let me live, where I was made to be : 
 Or if my Body's freedom's npt defign'd, 
 So foon, at leaft, I will be there in mind. 
 
 Aug, 
 
(r 9 x) 
 
 Aug. Serm. 43, 
 
 there are two tormentors of the Soul, which 
 do not torture it together, hut by turns ; 
 their names are Fear and Grief: When 
 it is well with you, you fear ; when ill, 
 you grieve. 
 
 VIII. metered 
 

 O wretched tnarL thatl amJwhc 
 of ifii* death* Ram -7 r z 4? •- ."■■■' 
 
 ■M is 
 
( <*} ) 
 
 vnr. 
 
 wretched man that lam ! who (ball deliver 
 me from the body of this death ? Rom.vij. 24. 
 
 TTTHere are the loft delights for which igrtev^ 
 
 Butwhichmy>-mw never tin retrieve? 
 Such vaft delights— hut mention not the lofi, ' 
 Whofe fad remembrance is thy greateft crofs: 
 And Fate is kindeft when it robs us fb, 
 ro fake away our fenfe offering tod 
 On our firji Parents folly we exclaim, 
 As i(They only were, as firfi, to blame:' 
 On Eve and Adam we difcharge our rage, 
 And thus expofe our naked Parentage. 
 rho* thou who thy Firft Parents doft coiademn, 
 rhouought'ft to blame thy felfas well as them. 
 Mien Lrfeat one ram Cafi was thrown away, 
 rhou didft, as well as thy Forefather, play. 
 Jut I (alafs ! ) condemn not them alone, 
 for while I mind their fall, forget my own. ' 
 Vith Eve I was confenting to the cheat, 
 mpos'd on Mam, and helpt him |mt, ■* 
 
( i94) 
 
 Hence I my nal>edne [s and fhame deriv d, 
 
 And skins of Beaits to cover both receiv d : 
 
 Was from my forfeit Eden juftly driv'n, 
 
 The curfe of Earth, and the contempt ofHeav'n. 
 
 Nor do I now the general lofs bemoan ; 
 
 My griefs too little to bewail my own. 
 
 The tragick ftcry from my Birth 111 take, 
 
 For early grief did my firft (ilence break. ' 
 
 Twas Julys Month, the lovelieft of the Year, 
 
 ( Tho' all my Life December did appear : ) 
 
 The Twenty-feventh 5 Oh ! had it been my laft, 
 
 I had not moWd, nor that made too much hafte. 
 
 That was the fatal day that gave me breath, 
 
 Which prov'd almoft my teeming Parent's death i 
 
 And ftilly as then, to her ( alas I ) I've been 
 
 A true Benoni, not a Benjamin. 
 
 No fooner was I for the Cradle dreft, 
 
 But a ftrange horror all around pofTeft 5 
 
 Who with one Svceprophetickvoice prefage 
 
 T\i attending misries of my growing age. 
 
 Why didft thou give me life, mors fatal day 
 
 Than that which took tit JEgyptian Males away ? 
 
 No more be numbred in the Calendar, 
 
 But in thy place let a large blot appear ! 
 
 Or if thou muft thy annual fiation keep, 
 
 Let each hour thunder \ and each minute weep ! 
 
 I 
 
( *95 ) 
 
 Let, as on Cain, fome mark^be fix'd on Thee, 
 that giving Life, didft worfethan murder me. 
 NovV, Friends, I find your fatal Augry true 3 
 My woes each other, like fny hours purfue. 
 Hence the large fources of my tears arife, 
 And no dry minute wipes my flowing eyes. 
 No fooner had I hfc my childijh Plays, 
 The harmlejs fafiimes of my happeft Days s 
 Now part a Child, yet ftill in Judgment fo, 
 I ftudy'd flrll what I was not to know. 
 And my firit grief was to lament rhy Fate; 
 And yet 'twas feldom I had time for that. 
 My ftubborn Soul a long refinance made. 
 Impatient thus by Nature to fee fway'd : 
 Oft ftrove to Heavn to f aife its lofty flight. 
 As oftfuppreft by its grofs Bodys weight : 
 But what k cou d not reach, its eyes fttrfite \ 
 Then cryM, Ah God ! and fhed a briny dew. . 
 Twice more it wou d repeat the pleating noife, 
 But ftruggling nghs reftraind th'impnfon d voice: 
 Such fure were felt in Babels Monarchs breaft, 
 When of his Throne and Nature difpoffefl : 
 But conquer'd Patience yields at M to Grief, 
 And thus I vent my wo, and beg belief 
 
 Q i BlefS 
 
09<5) 
 
 Blcft Author of my Life, hear my complaint, 
 And free this Captive from its loath'd reftraint ! 
 Speak but the word, thy Servant mall be free ! 
 Thou mad ft me thus, O thus unbody me ! 
 Or if thou wilt not this relief afford, 
 Grant fome kind Poifon , or fome friendly Sword ! 
 Dying Vd hug the Author of my Death, 
 And beg his far don with my lateft breath. 
 But to fave man theguilt, fend fome Difeafe ! 
 Death in the moft affrighting fhape will pleafe. 
 Were I to aft Perillus fcorching Scene, 
 I fhou d rejoice to hear my felf complain. 
 Oh Heav'n ! my faience is o ercome by grief I 
 Is there above no fuccour, no relief? 
 The mercy Death is all I thee implore : 
 Lord! grant it foon, left I blafpheme thy powr. 
 When for difpatch tormented wretches pray, 
 No cruelty** fo barb'rous as delay. 
 Why am I to this noifom Carafe ty'd, 
 Whofe ftench is death in all its ghaftly pride > 
 Then jpeak, the word, and IJhaUfoon be free ; 
 Thou form'dft me thus, O thus unbody me I 
 
 Am{>. 
 
d97) 
 
 Amb. in Pfal. cxviij. 
 
 Hon? does that Soul live, that is in* 
 clofed in a covering of Death ? 
 
 IX. lam 
 
(i9§) 
 
 Jam m a(s2raia%t2>ebvceTL : br'o Ttavitu? a,. 
 jksim icrlc Ji/jchc(la7ultc he Tvilh Christ, 
 
( i99 ) 
 
 IX. 
 
 I am in a flraight between two, having a de- 
 fire to be dijfolved, and to be with Chrifi^ 
 Philip, i. 2 J. 
 
 HOw fhall I do to fix my doubtful 'Love? 
 Shall I remain below, or foar above ? 
 Here Earth detains me, and retards my flight ; 
 There Heavn invites me to fublime delight : 
 Heavn calls aloud, and bids me haft e away-, 
 While Earth allures, and gently whifpers, ft ay I 
 But hence thou fly Inchantrefs of my heart ! 
 Til break thy fetters, and defpife thy art. 
 Hade, hafte, kind Fate, unlock my Prifon door ! 
 Were I releas'd, how I aloft wou'd fbar ? 
 See, Lord I my ftruggling arms tow'rdsIT/w are fe-nt, 
 And ftrive to grafp thee in their wide extent. 
 Oh ! had Ipowr to mount above the Pole y 
 And touch the Center of my longing Soul I 
 Tho' torn in funder by the flight I be, 
 I'd loofe one half might f other reach but Thee. 
 
 4 But 
 
But thou above derid'ft my weak defigns, 
 
 And ftill oppofeft what thy word injoins. 
 
 Vainly I beg what thou doft ftill deny, 
 
 And ftretch my hands to reach what's placd too high. 
 
 Oft to my felffalfe Hopes of Thee I feign, 
 
 And think thou kindly cornft to break my Chain. 
 
 Now, now, I cry, my Soul fhall foar above ! 
 
 But this (alas ! ) was all diffembled Love. 
 
 Sure this belief {ome pity might obtain 5 
 
 Thou fhou'dft at leaft for this have broke my Chain. 
 
 But if I'm ftill confind, my Wings I'll try ; 
 
 And if I fail? in great attempts I die. 
 
 But fee! He comes, and as he glides along, • 
 He beckons me, andfeems to fay, Come on. 
 I'll rife, and flie into his lov'd embrace, 
 Andfnatcha kifs, a thoufand, from his face. 
 Now, now he's near, his facred Robe I touch, 
 And I fhall grafp him at the next approach : 
 But he (alas! ) has mock a my vain defign, 
 And fled thefe arms, thefe (lighted arms of mine : 
 For tho 5 the diftance ne er fo little be, 
 It feems tti Extremes of the vdft Globe to me. 
 Thus does my Love my longing tantalise, 
 And bids me follow, while too Mi he flies. 
 
 Thus 
 
( 2QI ) 
 
 Thus jportive Love delights in little cheats, 
 Which oft are punifh'd withfevere deceits. 
 
 The World has an Original in me , 
 To paint deluded Lovers mlfery : 
 And he who has his eafie Fair betray'd, 
 Finds all bis fal/hood with large Intyeftp&L 
 I ne er iufpe&cd thou cou 'dft faithlefs be, 
 put fad experience has inftrucled me. 
 
 As a chain'd Maftlff, begging tobeloofe, 
 With reftlefs clamours fills the deafned houfe * 
 Butifdeny'd, his teeth the Chain engage, 
 And vent on that their inoffenfive rage: 
 So I complain, petition to be freed, 
 And humbly proftrate beg the help I need. 
 But when you frown, and my requeft deny, 
 Deaf as the Rocks to my repeated cry ; 
 Then I againft my hated Clog exclaim, 
 And on my Chain lay all the guiky blame. 
 Thus grief pretends, by giving patfion vent, 
 To eafe the pain of my Imprifonment. 
 But I unjuftly blame the Chain alone, 
 And fpare the cruel hand that tfd it on. 
 Well might the barb Vous load of Chains I bear - 
 Become a Renegado Jlave to wears 
 
f 202) 
 
 But why this harjh ill ufage, Love, to me, 
 Whofe whole endeavour is to come to Thee ? 
 But when my Soul attempts that lofty flight, 
 Tis flill fuppreft by a grofs bodies weight. 
 So fee young Birds, by Nature wing'd in vain, 
 Whom fportful Boys with fcanty Threads reflrain 5 
 When eager to retrieve their native alr y 
 They rife a little height, and flutter there : 
 But having to their utmoft limits flown, (down 
 The more they ftrive to mount, they fall the fatter 
 Each, tho* it deeps in its joung Tyrants breaft, 
 And is with Banquets from his lips careft 3 
 Yet prizes more the freedom of the Wood, 
 Than all the Dainties of its dear-bought food. 
 Could tears diifolve my Chains, O with what eale 
 Td weep a Deluge for a quick releafe > 
 But tears are vain, reach, Lord ! thy hands to me, 
 And in return Pll ftretch my Chains to thee. 
 Thou, only thou canft Icofe my bands ; for none 
 Can take them off, but he that put them on. 
 
 Chryfofl 
 
(20J) 
 
 Chryfoft. hom. 55. ad pop. Antioch. 
 
 How long [f J all we befajlned here ?. We ftkk to 
 the Earth, and 4s if we (hould always live 
 there j we wallow in the mire. God gave 
 us Bodies of Earthy that we fhould carry 
 them to Heaven, not that we fhould by 
 them debafe our Souls to the Earth, 
 
 X. Bring 
 
(*>4-) 
 
 Jfnrur my / S / c r id(ciit£ r f/i?'iic7i tfiatlmay 
 
 nraisc f/iy ?ia??i£. JPjal . 14.2, a 
 
 zaj. 
 
,. 
 
 (20 5 ) 
 
 Bring my Soul out of Prffon, that I may 
 froife thy name, cxlij. 9. 
 
 I Who did once thro' Heav'ns wide Regions rove, 
 Free Denizen of thofe vaft Realms above i 
 Now to a narrow Dungeon am confin'd, 
 A Cave that darkens andreftrains my mind. 
 When firft my Soul put on its flefhly load, 
 It was imprifond in the dark abode $ 
 My feet were fetters, my hands manacles, 
 Myfinews chains, and all confinement elfe 5 
 My bones the bars of my loath'd Prifon-grate ; 
 My tongue the turnkey, and my mouth the gate.- 
 
 Why from my native flation am I lent 
 A Captive to this narrow tenement < 
 How oft wou d I attempt a fe&w Jul flight, 
 [n Fire or Water bid the World good night f 
 How oft have I their haft) Fait admir d, 
 Who by the Sword or Pot fin have expired > 
 
 t*t 
 
( 206 ) 
 
 But to gmn Heavn, we mufi Heav'ns leifure ftay± 
 
 Such rafb attempers have miflook^ the way. 
 
 As only Heavn our Beings did beftow, 
 
 'Tis Heavnsfole right to countermand them too : 
 
 And when to take what That fir si gave we flrivc, 
 
 We impoufly encroach on Gods Prerogative ; 
 
 And on our Souls by this unlawful att, 
 
 In breaking Frisk we a new guilt contrail : 
 
 While tti imposts courfe we take to fet us free; 
 
 Betrays us to a greater Jlavery. 
 
 Had I fome winding Labyrinth for my Jayt, 
 
 I then might hop for freedom to prevail i 
 
 But while imbcdfd in this Flefh / lie, 
 
 Heav n musl be the Deliverer, not I. 
 
 Let the miftaken wretch his Pris'n aecufe, 
 
 Which for his flight did no kind means refufe. 
 
 Wou'd fome kind chink one heavenly Ray admit 
 
 To blefs my Eyes, how wou'd I honour it? 
 
 But while conrln'd to this dark Cell I lie, 
 
 My capive Soul can't reach its native Sky. * 
 
 Here, even my wilts a (lave to Pajfwns made^ 
 
 Pajfwns which have its Liberty betrayU 
 
 When pioufly it is inclin'd to good, 
 
 *Tis by repugnant Pajfwns ftill withftood. 
 
 Thus Ifrael in th' ^Egyptian bondage far'd, 
 
 While from the Service of their God deb and j 
 
 m 
 
(20 7 ) 
 
 When to his Worjhip they defied togo y 
 The Tyrant Phar'oh always anfwer'd, No. 
 Oh my dear God ! vifit this humble Cell, 
 And fee within what narrow Walls I dwell. 
 But if theZof^r, and Bars, and Grates afright, 
 Command them all to open at thy fight. 
 Command them, Lord, to fet thy Servants free 5 
 Nor will this deed wifhout example be : 
 Angels have left their Thrones and Blifs above, 
 To ranfom thofe whom thou artpleas'd to love: 
 Thus Peter did his op ning Prifon view, 
 Yetfcarcebeliev'dthe Miracle was true. . 
 But no fuch favour is indulg'd to me, 
 I want Calais i ) fuch happy Liberty. 
 Gome, my dear Lord ! unlock my prifon Gate 5 
 And let my Soul tow rd Heavn expatiate : 
 In triumph tho' thy Slave conduced be, 
 Til blefs the Chains that bind me clofe to Thee. 
 To Thee my Hands are thro' the Grates addreft > 
 O that I cou'd but follow with the reft ! 
 The captive Bird about its Cage will fly, 
 And the leaft way for its efcafe efpy, 
 And with its Bill gnaws thro' the twiggygrate 
 A fecret paffage to its foftfteeflate. 
 Canftthou, my God I be deaf to all my cries, 
 And more obdurate than my Prifon is ? 
 
 Not 
 
(zo8) 
 
 Nor for myfelf y but Thee do I complain, 
 Thy facred praife, which I vcoudfing y in vain ; 
 For here (alas ! ) I cannot once rejoice, 
 Nor touch my firings ■, norraife my tuneful voice. 
 For Birds confind, to rage convert their Notes, 
 Or fatten grown, lock up their filent throats. 
 Come then, my God, unlock my Prifon-gatc, 
 And let my Soul towards Heav'n expatiate ! 
 There my loud voice in joyful Notes Illraile, 
 And, fing Eternal Anthems to thy praife. 
 But if thou wilt not this requeft allow, 
 At thy own Glory thou muft envious grow. 
 
 Greg. 
 
(io 9 ) 
 
 Greg, in cap. 7. Job. 
 
 Man is impYifonedy becaufe by prdici- 
 ency in 'virtue he often jiriwes to rife 
 on high) but is kept down by the 
 corruption of his flefh. 
 
 XL Lih 
 
 - • 
 
( 210) 
 
 ZiiJcc as t/i£j-fa7'2-a 1 cSZ7~e}h?/ic 7va?cr~- 
 
(2Il) 
 
 XL 
 
 Like as the Hart defireth the water4rods 9 
 fo longeth mj Soul after thee, God I 
 Pfal. xlij, i. 
 
 LOrdl woud'ft thou know my breafb con&mlng 
 And how I pine and languifh in defire ? (™^ 
 The withering Vtlets no refemblance yield, 
 Nor can I take it from the Sun-burnt Field % 
 Nor by that heat cm I exprefs my pain, 
 That melts us in thefierj Dog-flar's reigpi, 
 The Lybian Sands, where the Sun's warm fetate 
 With barren drouth deftroys all hope of fruit, 
 Ev n they, compared with me, are moifi and t ooh 
 Such raging flames have feiz d my kefthk^Sotth 
 But wou dft thou have an Emblem of my pains, 
 Regard then how the wounded Hart complains, 
 While in his fide th'envenonVd Arrow lies, 
 His Blood boils over, and his Marrow fries: 
 Thus thro' the Woods he takes a nimble flight, 
 Till feme cool fire am falutes his diftant fight s 
 
 P a Tie© 
 
Then with redoubled fpeed he pants and brays, 
 Till there his t'hirft and fe aver he allays. 
 TSius, thus transfix d with an Infernal D art ^ 
 I feel the poifon raging in my heart. 
 Th'envenom'd blood with vilent fury burns, 
 And to a thoufand diff rent tortures turns. 
 The Tyrant Lufl now thro' my body reigns, 
 And now Intern f ranee burfts my glutted veins. 
 Now Pride's rank poifon fwells my heaving bread, 
 And curs'd Ambition robs me of my reft. 
 Oh ! from what ftream fhall I a Med cine find 
 To eafe thefe refllefs torments of my mind ? 
 Thou, thou,'?*^ God! alone canft eafe my grie£ 
 Trom the pure Waters of the Well of Life. 
 My panting Soul laments and pines for them, 
 As the chas'd Hart for the x&efhmg ftream. 
 
 Shunning the quick-nos'd Hounds afrighting cries 
 With timorous hafte oft to thegZoilshe flies : 
 And when he finds himfelf too clofe befet, 
 With active fpeed o'er-leaps th'extended Net : 
 But hotly by hisnumVous Foes purnYd, 
 He feeks the fucGourof fome fheltring Wood $ 
 And on his neck, left it retard his fpeed, 
 Cafts back the ufelefs Armour of his head : 
 
 frtnek 
 
(it?) 
 
 Which, Jtnce he has not courage to employ, 
 AJfifls his Foes its owner to deflroy. 
 Sometimes he thinks the deep-mouth'd foe is near 
 From ftrong impreflions of remaining fear : 
 Again he ftaftds and liftens for their cries, 
 Then, almoftfperit, thro' the clofe Thickets flies 
 To the clear Springs : And as he pants for them, 
 So pines my Soul for the Caleftial ftream ; 
 There he renews his ftrength, and lays his heat, 
 And rowls and wantons in the cool retreat. , 
 
 Lord ! Hell's great Nimrod holds my Soul in chafe, 
 Tofhun whofe Hounds 1 fly from place to place % 
 But clofely they my weary ft eps purfue, 
 No means offuccour or efcape I view. 
 Tird with my flight, and faint with conftant fweat, 
 I wifh to reft, I wijh to lay my heat ? 
 But where, O where can this refrefhment be ? 
 'lis no where, Lord ! 'tis no where but with Thee, 
 With Thee an ever -bubbling Fountain flaws, 
 The remedy of all thy Servants woes : 
 F leafing its tafie, its vert uefanative 5 
 Nor health alone, but endleis Life "twill give. 
 Then tell not me c/Tagus Golden flood, 
 Whoje row ling Sands raife a perpetual mudr 
 
 P 3 There 
 
(214) 
 
 These jhu*d I drink, iff/mate till I fmfe 
 Each greedj draught woud re-ixflame mjthlrft. 
 No, to thef leafing Springs above TMgo, 
 The Springs that in the heavenly Canaan flow. 
 My panting Soul laments and pines for them, 
 As tke cfcas'd Hart for the refreihing J?/oa*. 
 
 Cyril 
 
(215) 
 
 Cyril in Joan, lib, 3, cap. 10. 
 
 U is an excellent water that allays the per* 
 niciousthirft of this Worlds and the heat 
 of Vice ; that wafhes of all the ft dins of 
 fin ; that waters and improves the Earth 
 in which our Souls inhabit ; and reft ores 
 the mind of Man, that thirfts with an 
 earnejl defire after its God * 
 
 P4 %th Wheri 
 
( 21 6) 
 
 Wncm sfialllc&mc (ami avnca7' lefor, 
 
 r.ztf. 
 
(2I 7 ) 
 
 XII. 
 
 When {ball I come and appear before the pre- 
 fence of God? Plal. lxij. 2.. 
 
 W 
 
 Ith Promised Joys my ears thou oft did'ft 
 fill, 
 
 But they are only Joys ofPromife ftill. 
 
 Did'ft thou not fay thou foon wou'dft call me home ? 
 
 Be juft, my Love, and kindly bid me come I 
 
 " Exfetting Lovers count each hour a day, 
 
 * And death to them's lefs dreadful than delay, 
 
 A tedious train of Months and Years is gone, 
 
 Since firft you bid me hope, yet gave me none. 
 
 Why with delays doft thou abufe my love, 
 
 And fail my vain expectancies above ? 
 
 While thus tlunfulting Crowd derides my woe, 
 
 Where s now your Love I how well he keeps his 
 
 Vow f 
 Hafie then, and home thy longing Lover take \ 
 ' If not for mine, yet for thy promife fake. 
 
 Wheel 
 
r2i8) 
 
 When fliall I come before thy Throne, and fee 
 Thy glorious Scepter kindly ftretch'd to me T 
 For Thee I pine, for Thee I am undone, 
 As drooping Flowrs that want their Parent Sun. 
 O cruel tortVer of my wounded Soul, 
 Grant me thy pre fence, and I fliall be whole ! 
 O when, thou Joy of all admiring eyes, 
 When (hall I fee thee on thy Throne of bllfs f 
 
 As when unwelcom Night begins its fvvay, 
 And throws its fable mantle o er the day • 
 The withering glories of the Garden fade, 
 And weeping Groves bewail their lonely fliacfej 
 To melancholly Silence Men retire, 
 And no fweet Note founds from the feather'd Quire : 
 But hardly can the riling Morn difplay 
 The purple Enfigns of approaching day 5 
 But the glad Gardens deck themfelves anew, 
 And the cheer'd Groves fhake off their heavy Dew : 
 To daily Labour Man himfclf devotes, 
 And Birds in Anthems ftrain their tuneful throats. 
 So without Thee, I grieve, I pine, I mourn 5 
 So triumph, fo revive at Thy return. 
 But Thou, unkind, bid'ft me delight my Eyes 
 With other Beauties, other Rarities. 
 
 ©me- 
 
(219) 
 
 Sometimes thou bkTft me mark the fiWry Field i 
 What various (cents and fhews the Medows yield ; 
 Then to the Stars thou doft direft my fight, 
 For they from Thine derive their borrow'd light, 
 Then faift, Contemplate Man I in Him thoult fee 
 The great refemblance of thy Love and Me. 
 Why woudft thou tlius deceive me with zflidd?* 
 A trifling Image, that will quickly fade ? 
 My fancy ftoops not to a mortal aim $ 
 Tkou^ thou haft Undid* and muft quench my #mmf< 
 
 O glorious Face, worthy a Pow'r Divine, 
 Where Love and Awe with equal mixture fhinc! 
 Triumphant Majefty of that bright Ray 
 Where blufliing Angels proftrate homage pay I 
 We in thy fVor^sthy fix'd impreffions trace, 
 Yet ftiil but faint reflections of thy Face. 
 When this inchanted World's compared with Thee, 
 Itsboafted Beauty s all deformity: 
 Thy Stars no fuch tranfcending glories own 
 As Thine , whofe light exceeds all theirs in we. 
 This truth fbme one of them canbeft declare, 
 Who on the Mount thy bleft fpe&ators were: 
 Who on Thy Glories were ailow'd to gaze, 
 Aad law Heavn op'ned m Thy wondmts Face. 
 
( 220 ) 
 
 Thy fliining Wage all the God confeft , (dreft. 
 
 In beautious Lambent Flames were thy bright Temples 
 
 Nor can we blame thy great Affiles Zeal, ■ 
 To whom thou did'ft that happy fight reveal 5 
 That flighting all before accounted dear, 
 He was for building Tabernacles here. 
 Yet he beheld Thee then within a Veil, 
 The killing Rays thou kindly did'ft conceal: 
 He few a milder flame thy Face furround, 
 Thy Temples with rebated Glories crownM: 
 As when the filver Moon's reflected Beams, 
 In fbme clear Evening gild the fmiling Streams : 
 Or cloud-born Lightning in its nimble Race 
 Faints on a trembling Wave Heav'ns blufhing Face. 
 How had he wondred at the nobler Light, 
 Whofe bare Reflection was fo heav nly bright? 
 But, oh ! That's inacceflible to humane fight I 
 Then me? oh ! me to that blefi ft ate receive, 
 Where I may fee thee all, and feeing live ! 
 When will that happy day of Vifion be, 1 
 
 When I fhall make a near approach to Thee, r 
 Be wrapt in Clouds, and loft in Myftery ? J 
 
 Tis true, the Sacred Elements impart } 
 
 Thy virtual pre 'fence to my faithful heart 5 r 
 
 But to my fenfe ftill unrcveaH thou art. * 
 
 This, 
 
( 221 ) 
 
 This, tho' zgreat , is an imperfett blifs, 
 Tembracea Cloud for the bright God I wifhj 
 My SouU more exalted pitch wou'd fly, 
 And view The e in the heights of Majefiy. 
 
 Oh ! when fhall I behold Thee allferene, 
 Without one envious Cloud, or ^//between? 
 When diftant FaithyZW/ & near Vifion ceafe, 
 Andftill my Love Jkall with my Sight increafe ? 
 That happy day dear as thefe Byes {hall be, 
 And more than all the deareft things, but Theel 
 
 Aug.inPlal.42. 
 
 If thou findefl any thing better than to behold the face 
 of God, hafie thee thither. Wo be to that love of 
 thine, if thou do]} but imagine anything more beau- 
 tiful than He, fiomwhom all Beauty that delights 
 thee is derivea. 
 
 XIII. Otbat 
 
(222) 
 
 0' : &ahlhad(thc Winds cfaDev&lfcr- 
 timl?i r cnl^/ly -anmirand it- atresia. 
 
 
(22?) 
 
 XI II. 
 
 that 1 had the wings of a, Dove ! for then I 
 would, fly away, and be at reft, Pfal. lv. S* 
 
 TH O' Great Creator I I receive from Thee 
 All that I am, and all I 'hope to be ; 
 Yet, might thy humble Clay expoftulate, 
 
 1 woud complain of my defeUive ftate. 
 
 To Man th'aft given the boundlefsRegency 
 Of three vaft Realms, the Ocean, Earth, and Sky: 
 But, oh j how fhall this ample Pow'r be try'd, 
 When dill the means to ufe it are deny'd ? 
 
 Pardon myhafty cenfureof thy skill, 
 Who think thy mighty Work defective flili 1 
 Nor am I forward to correct thy Art, 
 By wifhing Man a Cafement in his Heart, 
 Whcfe dark Receilesallthe World might tee; 
 Tbatprbjpecl juftly is referv'd forTbee ; 
 But the defect I mourn is greater far; 
 OtFins to cut the Waves, andfl^r the Air. 
 
 Inferior 
 
(224) 
 
 Inferior Creatures no perfe&ion want, 
 
 To hinder their enjoyment of Thy grant: 
 
 The fcaly Race have nimble Fins allowed, 
 
 With which they range about their native Flood : 
 
 And all the feather d Tenants of the Air, 
 
 Born up on towVing Wings, expatiate there. 
 
 Thus ev'ry Creature finds a blefl content 
 
 Adapted to its proper Element : 
 
 But Man, for the command of ^//defign'd, 
 
 Is ftill to One injurioufly confined ; 
 
 While Nature often is extravagant, 
 
 And gives his Subjects more than what they want. 
 
 Some of the watry kind, we know, can fly, 
 
 And vifit, when they pleafe, the lofty Sky $ 
 
 And, in exchange, fbme of the aery brood 
 
 Defcend, and turn bold Pirates in the Flood: 
 
 While ftill to Man Heav n does all means deny 
 
 Toexercife \us vain Authority. 
 
 Ev n buzzing Infects with light wings are bleft, 
 
 In whofe fmall frame Heav'n has much art expreft : 
 
 But Man, the great, the noble Mafter-piece, 
 
 Wants a perfection that abounds in thefe. 
 
 Nay fbme, the meanefl of the feather d kind y 
 
 For neither profit nor delight defign'd, 
 
 Stretch their Dominions to a vaft extent, 
 
 Nor pleas'd with Two, range a third Element $ 
 
 Some- 
 
(22J) 
 
 Sometimes on Earth they walk with flatelj pace, 
 
 And lport and revel on the tender grafs i 
 
 Then for the liquid fit earn exchange thsfhoa^ 
 
 And dally there as wanton as before : 
 
 But wearied, theme their moiftned wings they rear* 
 
 To take their wild diverfion in the Air. 
 
 Sure thefe to rule the trifle World were fent, 
 
 And deni^on'd of every Element : 
 
 But Mm, excluded both the Sea and Air, 
 
 Can make fmall ufe of his Dominion there. 
 
 Nor yet repine I that the Earth's alone 
 
 Man's Element, fince I defire but One < 3 
 
 My whole ambition's to exchange my place, 
 
 Tho' with the meanefl of the feathefd Race. 
 
 Grant me but wings that I may upwards fbar, 
 
 111 forfeit them if e'er I covet more. 
 
 Nor canft thou, Lord I my juft petition blame, 
 
 When thou regards the end of all my aim : 
 
 The Miferies below, and Joys above, 
 
 Recal from hence, and thither point my love. 
 
 The Earth ( das ! ) no fettled ft at ion knows, 
 
 Sofafi the deluge of its r nine flows : 
 
 Numberlefs troubles and calamities 
 
 Increafe the Flood, too apt it felf to rife. 
 
 Tirdwith long flight, my weary Soul can meet 
 
 ^Vb friendly bough to entertain her feet, 
 
 $* Btri 
 
(226) 
 
 Here no Heft Jtgn of Peace or Plenty is ; 
 
 All lie oerwhelmd in the profound Abyfs, 
 
 O whither then /hall I firfafetygo P 
 
 Imtifl not hope fi great a good below. 
 
 Vainly to Honour or to Wealth I fly, 
 
 Thefe cannot be their own fecurity 5 
 
 My file dependance is the Sacred Ark, 
 
 There, there my Soul infafety way embarque : 
 
 Thou fend 'ft her thence, Lord, call her home again, 
 
 Andftretch thy favouring hand to take her in I 
 
 But (bet (alas I ) too weak for fuch a flight, 
 
 Her flagging wings are baffled by its height. 
 
 Woudft thou vouchfafe to imp them, fhe wo$Sdfij^ 
 
 And brave the tow ring Monarch of the Sky > 
 
 Then fhe woud hafte to her eternal Reft, 
 
 And build above the Clouds her lofty Neft 5 
 
 There basking in the fplendor of thy Beams, 
 
 Be allimployd on bright AngelickThemes ; 
 
 In which tti adulterate World jhall have no part, 
 
 That fly Debaucher of my wandring heart: 
 
 But in feraphick Flames for Thee Til burn, 
 
 And never, never think of a return. 
 
 Amb. 
 
( 227 ) 
 
 Amb. Horn. 7. 
 
 Nothing tun fly but what is pure, light y and 
 fubtile, and whofe purity is not corrupted 
 by intemperance, nor its cheerfulnefs or 
 fwiftnefs retarded by any weight. 
 
 Q^ XIV. Ohow 
 
(228) 
 
 ban? amiable (a7'c f/iyTalwnaelcJ, 
 
(229) 
 
 XIV. 
 
 how amiable are thy Tabernacles : thou 
 LordofHoJls ! Plal. lxxxiv. i. 
 
 GReat Leader of the Starry Hofis that ftand 
 In mining order on thy either hand ! 
 Such bright magnificence adorns Thy Throne ', } 
 
 That hence my ravijtid Soul wou'd fain be gone, > 
 To offer there her low Devotion. j 
 
 Hail glorious Palace, which a lofty Mound 
 Of fhining Jajper clofely does furround ! 
 Where the blew Saphyre and clear Chryfollte 
 At once afionljh and affeB the Sight ! 
 Where fparkling Tofas-threjholds kifs the feet 
 Of all who come towards the Almightjs Seat ! 
 By doors of dazling Adamant let in. 
 Where Golden Roofs on Emerald Pillars mine! 
 This lofty StrnEture, this divine Abode y 
 Becomes the Prefence of its founder *God % 
 
(2?0) 
 
 Here pureft Ayrs, fann'd in by Angels W\ngs\ 
 Breathe all the Odors often thoufand Springs. 
 Here no benumming Frofts dare once be rude, 
 Nor piercing Snows within thefe Courts intrude. 
 The torrid Zone is far remote from hence } 
 This Climate feels a gentler influence. 
 This true Eliziums pleafures ne'er decay, 
 Whofe time is all but one eternal day. 
 
 Bright Refident of the Coeleftial Spheres I 
 How defpicable's Earth, when Heavn appears ? 
 The very name of 'Griefs a Stranger here, 
 And nothing can beget a thought of Fear. 
 Here undifturb'd Tranquillity prefides, 
 And entrance to all jarring Foes forbids. 
 Hence every Faffwn, Frailty and Difeafe, 
 All that may injure, trouble^ or dijpleafe, 
 All that may difcompofe th'exalted mind, 
 Are to eternal banifhment confin'd. 
 
 Bright Refident of the Coeleftial Spheres ! 
 How defpicable's Earth, when Heavn appears? 
 Here feafling Souls perpetual Revels keep, 
 And never are concern* d for food or ileep 5 
 With indefatigable Zeal they wove, 
 Born on the wings of Duty and of Love. 
 
 piffolvd 
 
Diffolvdin Hymns, here Quires ef Angels lie, 
 
 And with loud HalelujahV fill the Sky. 
 
 Here new-come Saints with wreaths of light are crown* d, 
 
 While Ivry Harp and Silver Trumpets found. 
 
 Here ruddy Cherubs/^ra/ Hymns begin, 
 
 Andfmiling Seraphs loud Refponfes/^ 5 
 
 While echoing Angels the bleft Ayrs retort, 
 
 Follow d by a loud Chorus of the Univerfal Court : 
 
 While, to compleat the Mufick of the Quire 
 
 The Royal F&lrmft tunes fe Sacred Lyre. 
 
 && w^ the mighty Joy, when they caref/d 
 The Royal CHARLES, their welcom martyr* tPSueft. 
 Such Songs of Triumph filled Heav'ns [pace around, 
 When in his room his God-like Son wot crown di 
 Him, for whofe fafety they were oft imply dy 
 And bleft the grateful Orders they obeyd : 
 Him, for whofe fake they did loud Storms affwage, 
 AndftilU the more tumultuous Peoples rage ; 
 Knowing His Reign fitch Blejfings woud diffence, 
 To make their pains a glorious recompence : 
 So mild, fo good—?— fitch woes his Exit brings, 
 When they lookpn, theyfigh, and flag their Wings, 
 O that my ravijhid Soul coud mount the Skies 9 
 To hear the Mufic&f their Pfalmodies ! 
 
 Qji The 
 
(2^2) 
 
 The meaneft Seat in this bright Court Tdchufe, 
 Before the beft Preferment Earth beftows ; 
 For one fhort days fublime injoyment here 
 Exceeds an Age of the chief Pleafure there. 
 Ha fie then, my Soul I to thofe blefi Manfions fly, 
 With thofe bright Objetls pleafe thy wondring eye I 
 With their fweet Ayrs fill thy attentive ear, 
 Till thou haft learnt to chant glad Anthems there I 
 Till thou, inftrutted in the heav'nly Art, 
 May ft in their Confort bear an humble part ! 
 Bled: Refident of the Coelefliai Spheres ! 
 How defpicable s Earth, when Heav'n appears I 
 WJiat pure delights that happy place allows? 
 How many Manfions in my Fathers Houfe I 
 My flaming Soul can thence no longer ftay 5 
 If none goes there and lives, 111 die to find the way. 
 
 Bonaveflt. 
 
(*?? > 
 
 Bonavent. Soliloq. cap. 4. 
 
 my Soul! what can I fay when I behold 
 the Joy to come ? I am loft in admira- 
 tion, becaufe the Joy will be within and 
 without y above and below, about and be* 
 fide us. 
 
 XV. Make 
 
f234> 
 
 <Ma7<^Jifc^7m/J3eIc r i'cd and- 2>c- HA&y 
 The HZpe, Car 2&£ i/cnma Ha^t iivcrt . 
 1/ic maintains of/Spices. Lanr.8. i<fr 
 
(^O 
 
 XV. 
 
 Makebajte, my Beloved, and be like the Roe 
 or the young Hart upon the Mountains of 
 Spices, Cant. viij. 14. 
 
 HAfte, my bright Sun ! hafte from my dazzel'd 
 fight, 
 
 Too tender to endure thy (breaming light : 
 How does my Tongue my love-fick Soul betray ? 
 This bids him fly, whom that wou'd beg to (toy. 
 For why fhoud I his abfence thus engage, 
 Which grant will make one tedious hour an Age? 
 Yet his too beautious Beams forbid his flay ; 
 Fly then, my Love, or lay thofe Beams away ! 
 Hadft thou on me this harfh Injunction laid, 
 The killing found at once had ftruck me dead : 
 But thy own flame, not I, wou'd have it fo, 
 I fhou'd be Ages in pronouncing Go ! 
 I wou'd not wifh what now I do intreat 3 
 Then ftay, and let me not ferfmde Thee yet I 
 Stay, ftay my Life, and turn the deafned ear I 
 Sure what I wou'd not fpeak, you fhou d not hear. 
 
 Hence 
 
( 2 j6) 
 
 Hence let the wind my feign d Petition bear ! 
 'Twzsfear, not/, that form'd the hafty Pray Y. 
 Yet (oh ! ) this melting heat forbids your flay $ 
 Fly, fly, my Love, I burn if you delay. 
 Oh ! letyour hafte outftrip the hunted Hind -, 
 But that's too flow > fly like the nimble Wind ! 
 Fly till thou-leavefl ev'n flagging thought behind ! 
 Yet in thy flighta longing look beftow, 
 A freaking glance, fojhewthee loath to go. 
 But that once cafl, renew jour fpeed away : 
 fflfi fijy nay Love, there's death in your delay ! 
 Behold thofe lofty Sky-faluting Hills, 
 Where rich Perfume from weeping Trees diftills ! 
 Where Lawrels, Cedars, and foft Myrtles grow, 
 And all the Spice Arabia can beftow : 
 To their high tops direft thy nimble flight, 
 till thou, like them, art vanifh'd from my fight! 
 Fly to the heights where the gay Seraphs fing, 
 And the young Cherubs exercife their wing! 
 Fly till the Stars appear as much below 
 Thy Station, as they are above it now ! 
 Thofe places are inur'd to heat and fire, 
 And what / dread, is what they mofi defire. 
 One Spark's fufficient to inflame my Soul $ 
 Oh ! do not then confume me with the whole ! 
 
 Then 
 
(237) 
 
 Then let thy hafte the hunted Hind out-go ! 
 
 And yet, methinks, thou fhoud'ft not leave me fo ! 
 
 Fly where thou often may ft with eafe look back, 
 
 Nor from my fight too far a Journey take : 
 
 But keep fuch diftance as the glorious Sun, 
 
 When with moft light he guildsthe pale-fac d Moon I 
 
 Ah ! this difcov'ry of my Soul forgive ! 
 
 I cannot with thee, nor without thee, live. 
 
 If thou Mnear, I burn \ remote, I freeze; 
 
 And either diftance does alike dijpleafe. 
 
 Then fo approach me, Lord, I thee defire, 
 
 That I may feel thy warmth, but not thy fire. 
 
 Fly then, my Life ! faft as the hunted Deer 5 
 
 But go no more too far, than ftay too near I 
 
 And when tfart gone, on reedy Pipes 111 play, 
 
 And fing thy Praifes in an amorous Lay ; 
 
 And when I've wearied out the tedious night, 
 
 With a new task I will my felf delight. 
 
 01 carve at large on ev ry fpreading Tree 
 
 Our Loves Original and Hi ft or y. 
 
 What time remains 111 dedicate to deep, 
 
 Yet dill my waking thoughts hf4 Objeblk& ? , 
 
 But fee how while I fpeakT melt away I 
 Hafte your ungrateful flight without delay l 
 Tet go 04 tho y yon this departure mourn, 
 And aUyour hafte were for a quick return. 
 
 Amb. 
 
( 23 8) 
 
 Amb* de bono Mortis, cap. 5. 
 
 The Soul de fires that her Beloved 
 would be gone, becaufe now fhe is 
 able to follow him in his flight. 
 
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