Skip to main content

Full text of "Pia desideria: or, divine addresses : in three books. Illustrated with XLVII. copper-plates"

See other formats 


L  I  B  RAFLY 

OF  THE 

U  N  IVER5ITY 

or    ILLINOIS 


'  '  A     ^, 


;^  y^^i.,    *^  ji   />C.-4£ri»-/^-^  A-KCe^|/ 


p 


PIA  DESIDERIA: 

O  R, 

Divine  AddreiTes^ 

In  Three  BOOKS. 
Illuftrated  with  XLVII.  Copper-Plates. 

1 ' 

Written  in  Latine  by  Herm.  Hugo. 


Engli[hed  hj 

EDM.   ARWAKER,  M.^ 


The  Second  Edition^  with  Alter  at  iGns  and  Additions, 


LONDON, 

Printed  by  J.L.  for  Hexry  Bonrvicke,  at 
the  Red-Lioft  in  St.  PaitPs  Church- 
Yard,   MDCXC. 


^^tUr^S  II  THE 

PREFACE. 

FROM  my  fir fi  acquaintance  with  thisjiuthor^ 
which  was  as  early  as  I  was  able  to  underhand 
him^  J  found  him  fo  pleafing  and  agreeable^ 
that  I  wifi'Pd  he  were  taught  to  fpeah^  Englifh,  that 
thofe  who  could  not  under fi and  him  in  his  own  language 
might  by  that  means  partake  of  the  [atisfa^ion  and 
^advantage  /,  at  leafi^  received  in  my  converfation  with 
^him.  And  finding  that  not  any  Ten  had  been  employ'* d 
^^ about  the  IVork^  (for  Mr,  Quarks  only  borronPd  his  ' 
'  Emblems,  to  prefix  them  to  much  inferiour  fenfe)  \ 
'^rather  than  it  fhould  remain  undone^  and  Juch  an  ex^ 
^celtent  piece  of  Devotion  be  lofl  to  thofe  who  wou^d 
yprifeitmof}^  the  Religious  Ladies  of  our  Age:  / 
^refblv*dto  engage  in  the  attempt  \  and  the  rather^  be^ 
■iicaufe  the  Subjed  was  futableto  my  Calling,  as  a 
>Clergyman^a6  the  Senfe  was  to  my  Fancy,  as  an  hum^ 
ile  Admirer  0/ Poetry,  efpecially  fuch  as  is  Divine, 
^  But  on  a  more  confederate  perufal  of  the  Book,  in 
torder  to  a  Tranflation,  /  found  fome  thing  in  it 
fWhich  put  a  ft  op  to  my  proceeding^  that  even  my  zeal 
■^fo  have  done^  cou^d  fcarce  prevail  with  me  to  nnder^ 
^jak§  the  Work.  Por  my  Author^  I  found^  was  a  little 
i^too  much  a  Poet^   and  had  infer  ted  fever  al  fictitious 
-fiories  in  his  Poems ^  which  did  much  Icffen  their  gravis 
"<ty^  and  very  ill  become  their  Devotion  \  and  which^ 
Xindeed^  wou'*d  take  from  them  that  pre^alency  which 
^they  ought  to  have^  as  ferious  AddrelTes  from  the 
Soul  to  God,  over  the  affeUions  of  all  that  ^d 
them.     JSfit  at  lafi  my  inclination  to  the  Wo/k'}  ^^^^ 
A  2  m 


The  Preface, 

Vie  rcfolve  rather  wholly  to  omit  thofe  Ficlions  whtr-e  I 
rnet  them^  than  recede  from  my  defign.    And  accor- 
dingly I  have  made  it  my  hupnefs  to  leave  them  always 
OHt,  only  where  1  copPd  think  of  an  afpfite  example 
out  of  the  Scriptures^  I  have  iifed  it  injteadofthefiiii' 
tious  one  omitted.  As  in  thefirfi  Poem  of  the  ftcond 
Book^  where  the  Author  brings  in  Phaeton  as  an  ex- 
ample  of  Mens  dt firing  Liberty  in  choofing^  tho"*  their 
choice  proves  oftentimes  their  ridne  ^  /  have  nfed  the 
Prodigal  Son^  as  more  f nit  able  in  that  defign^  and  I 
am  fure  to  the  gravity  of  the  Poem,  Andfuch  another 
alteration  I  have  made  in  the  fecond  Poem  of  the  third 
Booky  where^  inflead  of  Cydippc'j  being  deceiv'^d  by 
Acontius  with  an  Apple ^l  have  mentioned  EveV  being 
fa  deluded  by  the  Serpent.  And  inftveral  other  places 
J  have  done  the  llke^  where  thofe  fabulons  fiories  came 
in  my  way^  04  whoever  has  the  curio fity  to  enquire^ 
may  find^  by  comparing  the  Englifh  and  the  Latine. 
And  in  all  this ^  I  think^^  I  have  rather  done  my  Au- 
thor a  kindnefs  than  an  injury.  Bnt  there  is  another 
thing  for  which  fome  of  the  Author's  Friends  m^y 
perhaps  call  me  to  an  account  •,  that  is,  for  omitting 
feveral  hiflorical  pajfages  taken  from  the  Legends  of 
Saints  and  Martyrologies :  And  for  this  I  muft  re^ 
turn  in  my  own  behalf^  that  it  was  not  oat  of  any  dif- 
regard  to^  or  prejudice  againfi  the  Saints  and  holy 
Perfons  of  whom  the  account  is  given ^  nor  that  I  fu- 
perfiitfoujly  disbelieve  their  ft  ories^  however  fomt  per- 
haps may  wit  ^4  too  much  fnperftition  credit  them  ^  but 
the  true  reajuns  of  fny  leaving  out  the  mention  of  them 
were  thefe :  Firfl,  becaufe  I  knew  that  great  part  of 
the  Readers  would  be  ft  rangers  to  their  Hiftories^  and 

tnuft 


UIUC 
■'-         ^ 


The  Preface. 

snufi  confequemly  he  at  a  bfs  in  under  ft  anding  the 
Poems.  Secondly,  hccaufe  the  trnth  of  the  reUtms 
is  not  [o  evident  as  to  render  them  unqueftionable^  I 
thought  them  better  left  om^  efpec tally  fince  they  areon^ 
/y  bare  recitals  offuch  f^^ffagesy  withont  any  improve- 
ment  of  Fancy,  or  hickinejs  of  Thought  upon  them^ 
which  conld  not  injure  the  Book,  h  being  omitted^ 
whereod  the  inferting  that  part  might  prtjudice  fome 
nice  judgments  again fi  the  whole  ^nd^  which  was 
my  third  reafon ./night  he  a  hindrance  to  the  Jmprejfion, 
Bnt  however  they  j'nay  cenfitre  me  for  this,  /  hope 
they  will  not  take  it  ill  that  J  have  left  out  the  Satyri- 
cal  part  of  the  fecond  Poem  of  thefirft  Booky  wherein 
the  jinthor  reflects  on  the  Monks  and  Friars  in  their 
variety  of  Hubits^  and  contefts  about  them  ^  for  in- 
deed I  thought  it  fomething  too  nncharit^ihle  to  have 
any  room  in  fo  divine  a  Poem,  And  now  I  am  apolo- 
gizing for  omilTions,  let  me  -not  forget  to  acqnair.t  the 
Reader  that  I  have  left  out  fome  of  the  Author*  s  fen  fe^ 
particidarly  in  the  eighth  Poem  of  the  fecond  Book., 
and  in  the  ftcond  Poem  of  the  third  Book-  In  tijefirft 
of  which  he  recounts  all  the  fever al  forts  of  Perfumes 
he  can  think^of^  and  in  the  Ir.tter  makes  along  recital 
of  the  various  ki'.ds  of  Flowers^  both  which  rather 
tire  than  ddight  the  Reader ^  and  he  mnft  be  unkind 
if  he  does  not  thanh^me  for  omitting  them.  But  f^ill 
it  may  be  objected  agai?ift  me^  that  I  have  made  bold 
with  my  At'.thor^  in  varying  from  him,  and  fome- 
times  adding  to  him  ••  "^Tis  true^  I  have  done  both  j 
as  in  thethiid  Poem  of  the  fir  ft  Book^for  inftance, 
where,  infteadofmer:tioning  Podalirius  and  Melam- 
pus,  and  the  other  Phxficians^  I  have  ftfed  ten  lines 
B  3  of 


The  Preface. 

of  my  own  ^  and  in' the  fifth  Poem  of  the  fame  Eooh^ 
J  have  given  an  account  of  MarPs  Creation  fomething 
different  from  that  in  my  Author  (both  which^  oi  all 
the  other  variations  and  additions  may  be  known  to 
the  Englijh  Reader  by  their  being  printed  in  the  Italick 
Charader.J  But  whether  J  have  impair'^d  the  fen fe^ 
whether  done  for  the  better  or  the  worfe^  I  miifhjub' 
mit  my  felf  to  the  judgment  of  the  Learned^  whofe 
far  don  I  mufl  beg  for  whatever  is  amifs^  and  parti- 
cularly if  in  any  thing  1  have  injured  the  worthy  An* 
thor^  to  whom  I  am  willing  to  make  all  the  reparation 
J  am  able,  And^ifl  have  injur'^d  him  in  other  addi- 
tions^ J  have  done  him  a  kindnefs  in  that  ef  the  tenth 
Poem  of  the  third  Book,  where  he  feems  to  apologize 
for  Self-murther ;  for  what  I  have  there  added  takes 
away  all  pojfibility  of  mi  flaking  him^  who  I  am  confi- 
dent was  too  good  a  Chriflian  to  deftgn  any  thing  of 
that  kind^  and  we  find  he  fufficientlj  condemn  d  all 
fnch  attempts  by  this  Vtrfe  : 

Oquoties  qusefita  fugce  fuit  anfa  pudenda ! 
which  I  have  rendred^ 

How  oft  woulM  1  attempt  a  fhameful  flight ! 
where  the  Epithet  he  gives  to  ^[ght^proves  that  he  had 
no  good  opinion  of  it.  And  this  gives  me  the  hint  to 
fay  fomething  of  his  wijhing  for  death  in  the  eighth 
Poem  of  the  fame  Book^  which  is  not  any  way  meant 
in  favour  of  Self -murther^  but  a  pious  defire  of  the 
Soul  to  be  freed  from  the  captivity  of  the  Body^  that 
it  might  enjoy  its  Saviour  ^  which  is  no  more  than 
what  St.  Paul  tells  us  of  him  felf ^  that  he  had  a  de- 
fire  to  be  dilToked,  and  to  be  with  Chrift.  More 
might  be  y.r£d  in  behalf  of  my  Author  on  this  acconnty 

but 


The  Preface. 

ha  that  he  needs  no  apology^  and  I  have  enough  to  do 
to  excufe  myfelf^  for  '*tis  not  improbable  I  flja/l  be'ac^ 
CHs^d  of  an  indecorum  as  to  Chronology^  in  the  fourth 
Foem  of  the  jirft  Booh^  in  bringing  in  the  glorious 
Saint  and  Martyr  King  Charles  /.  with  mr  late 
Monarchy  for  examples  of  the  misfortune  that  often- 
times attends  the  greateft  and  befl-  of  men ^  infiead  of 
Menelaus  and  Dionyfius :  bnt  I  defre  the  Reader  to 
give  me  leave  to  inform  him^  that  I  defign  my  Tran- 
flation  to  reprefent  the  Book^ai  if  now  but  fir  ft  written^ 
and  where  then  could  I  produce  7nore  apt  examples  of 
the  infiahility  of  Fortune^  and  the  fnjferings  of  good 
men^  than  thofe  Princes  were^  xohofe  Vnhappinefsj 
like  their  -Excellencies^  had  no  parallel  ^  I  am  fure 
Th^Y  mnfi  be  more  f hit  able  than  Dionyfius,  whofe 
tyranny  made  him  unpitied  in  his  mifery.  And  having 
told  my  Reader  my  defign^  1  hope  he  will  not  blame  me 
for  changing  the  7  th.  of  May  (which  I  fuppofe  xx>as 
my  Author"* s  Birth-da'^)  to  the  27th.  of  July  (which 
woi  my  own^  and  applying  to  myfelf  all  that  part  of 
the  eighth  Toem  in  the  third  Book'-,  and  theft  I  am 
confident  I  fjjall  not  be  condemn  d  on  any  hand  for  that 
digre(fion  in  the  fourteenth  Boim  of  the  fame  Beo'i^ 
wherein  I  conceive  the  joyful  reception  of  his  facred 
Majefly  King  Charles  the  Firf^s  Soul  into  Hraveit^ 
and  the  great  fatisfaslion  which  his  Son'^s  Succtffion 
to  the  Crown  brought  to  thofc  Coskflid  Spirits^  who 
beirg  lovers  of  Right  and  Equity^  mnfl-  be  exceedingly 
pleased  to  have  his  undoubted  Title  take  place^  for 
that  they  are  affecied  with  feme  tranfaEiions  here  be^ 
low^  is  evident  from  our  Saviour'^s  wordsy  That  there 
is  joy  in  Heaven  among  the  Angels  over  fmners 

that 


The  Preface. 

that  repent  •,  and  why  not  then  over  the  JhJI  that 
are  rewarded  ? 

I  would  not  willingly  tire  my  Reader  with  a  long 
Preface^  and  therefore  flnll  only  add  a  word  or  two  in 
behalf  both  of  my  Author  avdmy  felf,  ^Tis  true  the 
Title-page  in  the  Latin  e  declares  him  of  the  Society 
of  Jefus,  but  his  Bookjhews  nothing'either  of  his  Or- 
der, or  particular  Opinion  in  Religion^  but  that  he 
is  an  excellent  Chrifiian  in  the  main :  and  indeed  he 
feems  tome  to  have  defignedly  avoided  all  occa/ion  of 
offence  to  his  Readers  of  a  different  judgment  -^  for 
iho^  tn  the  fourteenth  Poem  of  the  fir  ft  Book^he  had  a 
fair  opportunity  of  mentioning  Purgatory,  he  wholly 
declines  it,  and  takes  no  not  ice  at  all  of  fach  aplace. 
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  I  thought  neceffary  to  offer ^  left  fome  may 
thinl^Ihave  mif-render^d  him  in  thofe  places^  which ^ 
if  they  confult  himfelf^  they  II  fee  I  have  had  no  occa- 
fion  for  it.  Thus  having  made  my  excufe  for  fome 
things  which  I  fear'^d  might  he  carpt  at,  if  I  have  any 
other  faults^  J  Jhall  detain  the  Reader  no  longer^  but 
let  him  go  on  to  find  them. 


ERRATA. 

Page  3  5-  line  1 1.  read  believed,  p.  39.  /.  6. r. bubbling,  p.  40.  /.  S.fir  uk, 
r.  as.  p.6s.l.6.r.  Circumftances.  f.6S.l.  4./.  in,  r.  is.  p.  96. 1.  3./.  what, 
r.  why.  lb.  /.  s . /.  why,  r.  what.  ;;.  109.  l.i.f.  XV,  r.  VH.  p.iix.  /.  i . 
y.  Fellows,  p.  141.  /.  22.  r.  ftrained.  p.  142.  /.  22.  r.  meat  .p.  178.  /.  4. 
t.  Beafts.  /.  19$.  L  24.  r.  relief,  p.  207.  lin,  7.  r.  Servant. 

T  O 


CO 


(r) 

TO  THE 

DESIRE 

OF   THE 

Eternal  Habitations, 

JESUS  CHRIST, 

Whom  the  Angels  defire  to  pry  into. 


Lordj  thoti  knoivefi  all  my  dejire^  and  m 
groaning  is  not  hid  from  thee^  Plal.  j  ~ 
verf.  9. 

BY  no  difcov'ry  did  I  e'er  impart 
The  fecret  fantings  of  my  love-JickJrLtvct  i 
Whofe  clofe  retejfes  to  no  other  eye 
But  that ^r^^?^  Pow/s  that  fram'd  them,  open  lie: 
He  only  views  my  thoughts  in  their  undrefs, 
And  His  bright  beams  k^xch  thro'  their  nakednefs : 
To  Him  each  (ecret  ligh,  each  filent  groan, 
To  him  the  bottom  of  my  Soul  is  known. 

B  2  Whe 


(4) 

Who  Call  his  fenfet'another's  ears  convey, 
Unlefs  himfelf  his  own  defigns  betray  ?     ' 
Yet,  cou'd  Difcovry  gratifie  my  wifh, 
'Concealment  Ihoyld  not  Icng  defer  the BHfs  .* 
But  no  relation  can  my  wants  relieve, 
Or  limits  to  my  bonndlefs  wiilies  giv^. 

Racioel  ^\s\\\h  did  her  loft  Sons  deplore, 
But  finding  Tears  in  vain,  fhe  w^ept  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  I  beft  receive  the  tears  I  flied. 
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  j 

What  I  deilgn  in  every  filent  VOiV, 

Only   my  [elf,  and  my  Beloved  know  ^ 

And  my  thick  SIGHS  ^  my  ft  ick  Language  prove, 

Unknown  to  all  but  me  and  Him  I  love 

How  oft  have  I,  with  pions  Fraud  and  Art, 
In  a  diflimbled  look  bely'd  my  heart  ? 

rUafftrc 


(5) 

Plenfure  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  ; 

I  Lutgh^  and  they  as  fall:  conclude  me  glad. 

How  little  fhows  my  Face  my  Minds  intent  ? 

I  [mile  when  grievdy  when  p/eas'^d^  I  nioil  Ur/^eyit. 

Not  the  Camelion  changes  more  than  thofe, 

Whofe  every  wifh  new  Mafciuerades  expofe  '-,  • 

None  knows  my  fecret  GROANS,  and  VO IV S, 
and  SIGHS, 

None  but  wtf  7m7<?,  and  only  7w  fuifice. 

Heb.  iv.  13. 

Neither  is  there  any  Creature  that  is  not  ma- 
mfeji  in  his  jigbt^  but  all  things  are  ^iaked 
and  opened  ro  the  eyes  of  him  with  )Vbom 
tve  have  to  do. 


B  3  SIGHS 


(O 


Wil7i  77iy  omil  have.  J^eJv'^e? 
f/zcc-  271  f/i&  711^ hi-.  Jja:  ^^- fj- 


T.^ 


(7) 


SIGHS 

OF   THE 

penitent  ^ouU 

BOOK  theFirfi. 

I. 

fVifh  my  Soul  have  I  defired  thee  in  the  nighty 
Ifa.  xxvi.  9. 

HOW  clo  my  wAndring  thoughts  miftake  their  way, 
And  in  a  Maze  of  darkfom  Err(,r  ftray  ? 
Loft  in  vvhofe  difmal  Lab'rinth^  I  conclude 
Th'  %^gypian  VUgue  is  in  my  Soul  renewed. 
All  cloudy,  fearful,  horrid  3  not  one  (park 
Of  Day  s  a  Night  for  Night  it  felf  too  dark. 
No  ScythUn  or  CimmerUn  Sky  fb  black,  /Cikc* 

Tho'  Heav*ns  bright  Lamps  thofe  gloomy  Shades  for- 
Ev'n  Hell^  where  Night  in  lable  Triumph  dwells. 
Yields  to  the  terror  of  my  darker  OHs : 

B  4  For 


( 8  y 

For  tho'  no  fav'ouring  Star  imparts  its  ligiit. 

To  banifh  thence  the  tlrnkfahftamial  Night  : 

Yet  thereto  much  their  piinifliment  they  fee!/ 

As  will  not  let  them  be  infc/ifible: 

There  the  fad  Shades  bewail  their  want  of  Light  j 

And  ev'n  the  dim  Cimmerians  fee  'tis  Ni^kt, 

And,  when  the  Scjthians  fix  dark  Moons  have  fpent, 

Th'-  expected  Day  returns  fromvBanifliment 

But  I  am  to  eternal  Night  confin'd, 
And  what  fhou'd  guide  me,  is  it  felf  llruck  bhnd. 
There's  not  one  ghmmering  Bear/t  that  dares  invade 
The  fetled  Horror  of  the  gloomy  Shade. 
Nor  can  I  hope  but  that  I  Ml  muft  lliay, 
Since  I  perceive  not  how  I  lofe  my  way  -, 
But  love  th'  unhappy  darknefs  where  I  err. 
And  Nights  foul  Shades,  to  Buys  bright  Lamp  prefer. 
For  Prides  falfe  light  mifguides  my  wandringmind, 
And  vain  Ambition  ftrikes  my  Judgment  blind: 
Loves  foft  Enchantments  my  weak  Heart  entice  j 
His /(^^///^  J/Vff/ delude  my  dazled  Eyes. 
"When  thefe  black  Images  my  thoughts  poffcls. 
The  darknefs  and  the  horror  ftill  increafe. 
My  Eyes  have  their  fuccelTive  Night  and  Day, 
And  Heav'n  allows  Th^m  an  alternate  fway  : 
Oh  \  that  my  SohI  as  happy  were  as  Thej ! 

That 


(9) 

That  ReafG^oiniiy  might  with  TViii  prefide< 
Whofe  office  'tis  the  ftragling  Mi?id  to  guide ! 

They  more  are  grieve'd  wlio  cannot  ufe  their  Sights 
Tlun  they,  who  never  yet  enjoy 'd  the  Light  s 
And  he  that  in  Nights  fhades  has  loft  his  way. 
Salutes  with  greater  joy  th'  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,  like  Perfians^  to  adore  his  Rife  ; 
Thither  cur  early  homage  we  addrefs, 
And.ftrive  whofirft  fhallhis  kind  Influence  blc§. 
Thus  oft,  on  high,  I  Heav'ns  bright  Orb  furvey'd 
From  Pole  to  Pole,  and  thus  as  oft  have  pray'd ; 
Shine,  fhine,  my  Sun^  bright  Object  of  my  Song, 
Thou  that  haft  left  my  watchful  Eyes  too  long : 
Rife,  rife,  or  half  thy  beautious  Face  difplay  ! 
If  that's  too  much,  indulge  me  one  fhort  i?^> 
Yet,  if  that  Blifs  is  too  fublime  foi-  me, 
O  let  it  be  enough  to  've  rvljhid  for  Thee  \ 

Bernard  in  Cant.  Serm.  75. 

The  World  ha.s  its  Nights^  and  thofe  mt  afetv.  Ala^ ! 
why  do  Ifaj  its  Nights  3  Jince  it  felf  is  almoft  one  con- 
tinual Night  J  md  alwajs  ovcrffre^d  with  Darknefs  ? 

11.       OGody 


(lo) 


jihcily  ^  mid  7712^  fciiItJ  /zr^  7iai: 
/iid./ro77t  f/icc  .    TJal:6^q.^. 


(.1) 


11. 

0  God^  thou  knowefi  my  fimplkity ,  and  my 
faults  are  not  hid  from  thee^  Pfal.  Ixix,  5. 

IF  thou  our  childifh  FoUies  canft  not bte. 
Thou,  who  doft  all  things  by  wife  Comfels^ott  i 
Who  can  accepted,  who  can  pardon'd  be. 
Since  none  from  Folly ^  none  from  Faults  arc  free? 
Nor  fcapes,  alas,  the  moft  exalted  mind 
This  Poyfon,  of  fo  fubtil,  ftrange  a  kind : 
All  whirl'd  about  by  the  fame  giddy  wind. 
Tis  vain  to  hide  our  faults,  we've  all  been  fraii  5 
Folly's  our  Birth-Right  by  a  long  Entail, 
Since  our  fii'ft  Parents  went  themfelves  aftray. 
And  taught  hs  too  to  fool  our  Blifs  away : 
They  for  an  Affle  all  Mankind  betray'd  5 
Was  e'er  a  more  imprudent  bargain  made  ? 
Nor  Efan's  Folly  has  its  parallel, 
Who,  Wretch !  devour'd  his  Birth-Right  at  a  Meal. 

Ev'n  He, 

Whom  Sheb/Cs  ^een  for  Wifdom  did  prefer, 
(Strange  weaknefs  / )  afted  Folly  ev'n  with  Her^ 

Which 


ri2) 

Wliich  proves  that  /C/V^'s  Gracious  Sentence  true, 
Who  fays,  that  Foo/s  are  mm'rous^  Wife-men  few. 
Nor  was  the  prudent  Jiiofess  wifh  in  vain, 
When  he  of  Mans  deftru6lion  did  complain : 
''  O  that  unthinkmg  Mortals  wou'd  be  wiie, 
''  And  place  their  End  before  their  heedful  eyes !  > 
"  Then  Sins  fhort  pleafures  they  wou'd  foon  defpife, 
"  Nor  yield,  hke  Wax,  to  ev  ry  Stam^  of  Vice. 

.    Wou'd  any  but  a  ftrange  beibtted  Rout, 

Th'  Rxiftence  of  a  God  deny,  or  doubt  ? 

Tlyefe,  that  in  fin  they  may  uncheck'd  go  on, 

Perfwade  themlelves  to  a  belief  of  iY^?;?^. 

Our  very  Crimes  t'improve  our  Fo/iy  teiad. 

And  we*re  infatuate^  e'er  we  dare  offend ; 

Nor  does  the  growing  frenzy  here  give  o're. 

But  from  this  III  runs  headlong  on  to  more : 

We  Cailles  build  in  this  inferiour  Air, 

As  if  to  have  Eternal  Beings  here: 

But  when  unthought-of-D^^r/?fhall  fnatch  us  hence> 

We  then  iliall  own  the  fond  Improvidence, 

With  endlels  and  unprofitable  toil 

We  ftrive  t'enrich  and  beautifie  the  Soil ; 

This  Soil,  which. we  muft  leave  at  laft  behind 

To  thofe^r  whom  our  pains  were  ne'er  defign'd. 


How  does  our  toil  refemble  Childrens  play, 
When  they  ere  61  an  Edifice  of  Clay  ? 
Hem  idly  bufie  and  imploy'd  they  are  ? 
Here,  fome  bring  Straw  3  there,-  others  Sticks  prepare ; 
This  loads  his  Cart  with  Dirt  5  thnt  in  a  Shell 
Brings  Water,  that  it  may  be  tempered' well ; 
And  in  their  work  themfelves  they  fondly  pride, 
While  Age  the  chlldljh  Fahrich^diOts  deride : 
Soon  our  ^^r^Heav'n  with  contempt  looks  down, 
And  with  a  breath  our  Babel-ToTvYs  o'rethrown. 

What  ftrange  defire  o^Gems^  what  thirft  o^GoId, 
Thofe,  drops  of  Rain  congeal'd  j  that^  ripned  Mold  l 
Yet  fhefe  Co  much  mens  nobler  Souls  debafe. 
That  they  their  blifs  in  fuch  mean  trifles  place. 
Ah !  foolifh  Ign  rants !  can  your  choice  approve. 
No  more  exalted  Objefts  of  your  love. 
That  all  your  time  in  their  purluit  you  fpend. 
As  {{Salvation  did  on  them  depend  ? 
Heav  n  may  be  purchas'd  at  an  eaiie  rate ; 
But,  oh !  how  few  bid  any  thing  for  That ! 
Unthinking  Men  I  who  Earth  to  Heav'n  prefer. 
And  fading  Jeys  to  cndlefs  Glory  there  ! 
The  Crime  of  fuch  an  inconfidVate  choice 
Ought  not  pretend  to  Pardon,  ev'n  in  Boys 5 


For 


For  They  from  Counters  currant  money  knowi 
Almoft  as  fbon  as  they  have  learnt  to  go : 
But^<f»  (ohfhame)  prize  counterfeit  delights 
Before  the  Joys  to  which  kind  Heav'n  invites. 

Oh !  for  fome  Artift  to  retrieve  their  fenle, 
EVemore  degrees  of  Folly  they  commence  \ 

But  by  Heavns  piercing  Eye  we|are  difcry'd. 
Which  does  our  fins  with  Follies  Mantle  hide. 
He's  pleased  to  wink  at  Errors  too  in  me, 
And  feeing  feems  as  tho'  he  did  not  fee. 
He  knows  I've  but  a  flender  flock  of  fVit, 
And  want  a  Guardian  too  to  manage  it. 
Othen,  fbme  kind  Pro/^^<^/c;;,  Lord,  ailign 
This  Ide9t  Soul!  But  'twill  be  beft  in  Thine. 


Chryfoft. 


(IS) 

Chryfoft.  in  Joann.  Horn.  4.^ 

I'hey  art  no  better  than  Fools j  wjjo 
are  e'ver^  as  it  ivercy  dreaming  of 
earthly  things^  and  of  Jbart  conti- 
nuance. 


III.  Hitie 


(14) 


f  7- 7111^  Irc^icS  a7^c  vc^xcP.TJnho.  z 


(I?) 


III. 

Have  mtrcy  upon  mt^  0  Lord,  for  I  am 
fvcAk :  0  Lord  J  heal  we,  for  mj  Bonts 
art  ^vtxedy  Pfal.  vi.  2. 

SHall  my  juft  grief  be  querulous,  or  mute. 
Full  of  Difiafe,  of  Phyfick^  deftitute  ? 
I  thought  thy  Love  fo  conftant  heretofore. 
That  J^oirs  were  needkfs  to  confirm  me  more : 
And  can'ft  thou  now  abfent,  and  (light  my  pain  ? 
What  fault  of  mine  has  caus'd  this  cold  Dlfdain  > 

O  befi:  Phyfttian  cf  my  love-f,ck^  Souly 
Whofe  fight  alone  will  make  thy  Patient  whole  3 
Thou  who  haft  canid,  canft  thou  forget  my  grief, 
\'\  hich  only  from  its  Author  feeks  relief? 

Slooud  they  rehofe  Art  gave  dfing  Tame  nerp  hrenth  • 
And  refcu  d  their  furvlving  Names  fror/i  Death  : 
They  in  -whofe  fight  no  bald  Bifeafe  durfl  flandy 
But  trembling  zaniOod  at  their  leaft  command -^ 
They  who  each  Similes  fo:^' rein  Virtue  k^ewy 
And  to  their  ends  cottd  well  affly  them  tQ9 : 

C  Shoud 


(iS) 

Shond  they  their  skill  In  tedlom  Confult  try, 

All^  all  wond  fail  to  eafe  my  mifery  \ 

All  their  Prefcriptions  -without  Thine  are  vain^ 

Thine  only  f nit  the  nature  of  my  Pain. 

Thou  who  haft  cans' d^  canft  ^o\x  forget  my  griefj 

Which  only  from  its  Author  feeks  relief? 

See !  my  parch'd  Tongue  my  inward  heat  declares, 
And  my  quick  Vulfe  proclaims  inteftine  Wars  3 
While  fo  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  Afar  eh  in  my  deje6led  Arms  : 
2iiy  DoBors figh^  and  fhrugging  take  their  leave. 
And  me  to  Heav'n  and  a  cold  Grave  heqpieath. 
While  more  than  they  the  fatal  (enfe  I  feel 
Of  my  lofi  healthy  and  their  fuccefslefs  skilL 

W'liat  can  the  Patient  hope,  when  ev  n  defpair 
Difcourages  the  loft  Phyjlcians  care  1 
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  betrayed : 
Now  my  laft  breath  is  ready  to  expire, 
And  I  muft  next  to  Death's  dark  Cell  retire. 

Vainly 


('9) 

\'^ainly  I  ftrive  my  other  pains  to  teli, 

Becaufe  their  number  s  unaccountable. 

In  this  forlorn  unpiry'd  ftate  I  lie, 

While  he  who  can  relieve  me,  lets  me  die. 

My  Face  all  changed,  and  out  of  knowledge  grown, 

Ev'n  I  anfi  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  pow'r  cou'd  drive  the  fierce  Difeafe  away, 

Kor  force  th'  infulting  Vi6lor  from  his  prey. 

My  Bed  I  loath  5  nor  can  it  ileep  procure ; 

My  feftring  Womds  no  Surgions  hands  endure* 

(heart, 
My  Womds—  But  oh !   that  word  has  pierc*d  my 

The  very  mention  does  renew  their  fmart; 

My  Wounds  gape  wide,  as  they  wou'd  let  in  Death, 

And  make  quick  paiTage  for  my  flitting  breath : 

Nor  can  they  ev'n  the  lighted  touch  endure. 

But  dread  the  Hand  that  wou  d  attempt  their  Cure, 

For,  Lord,  my  TVouyds  are  from  the  Darts  of  Sin, 

That  rage  and  torture  ray  grievM  Soul  within : 

Here  an  hydropick  third  o{ Riches  reigns, , 

And  their  Prides  fiatuous  humor  fwells  my  Veins ; 

Next  frantick  Fajfioff  plays  th^  Tyrants  part, 

And  Lcz-es  o'er-fpreading  Cancer  gnaws  my  Heart 

C  2  Oft' 


(20) 

Oft'  to  the  leam'd  I  made  my  fuff rings  known, 
Oft'  try'd  their  skill,  but  found  redrefs  from  none: 
Not  all  the  virtue  o^  Bethefdds  Pool, 
Without  thy  help  J  could  ever  make  me  whole. 
Then  to  what  healing  Altar  £hou  d  I  flie. 
But  that  whofe  frofirate  ViUims  never  die  ? 
To  Thee,  Health-giver  to  the  fVorld,  I  kneel, 
Who  moft  canft  pity  what  thy  felf  didft  feel : 
There's  no  found  part  in  all  my  tortur  d  Soul ; 
But,  ifthoH  Tvilt,  Lord,  thou  canfi  wake  me  whoU. 
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 ;  my  Wounds  fome  Balm  ofGilead  give. 
Tijen  take  me  home,  left  if  I  here  remain. 
My  Toes  return,  and  make  thjfuccour  vain,  ■ 


Aug. 


(2l) 


Aug.  dc  Verb.  Dom.Serm.  55.  cap.  55. 

The  rvhole  World,  from  Eafi  to  Weft,  lies 
veryfick  ;  but  to  cure  this  very  (ick  World, 
there  defcends  an  Omnipotent  Phyfttian, 
fpho  humbled  himfdf  even  to  the  A^tm- 
ftion  of  amort  d  Body,  as  if  he  had  gone 
into  the  Bed  of  the  Difeafed. 


C  J  IV.  Look 


(82) 


Sc?^y  Ui?id  fcn^^iirc  f/nc  a/l  7ntr  Sift . 


y.t 


(23) 


IV. 

Look  upon  my  adverfity  and  mijery^  dndfor- 
give  me  aU  my  fin ^  Pfal.  xxv.  17. 

CAN  all  my  Suff'rings  no  compafllon  move, 
And  wou'dil:  thou  yet  perfwadc  me  thou  doft 
Thas  oft  been  faid,  belie\^e  it  he  that  will !       ^^''^ • 
That  thofc  who  Love,  each  orhei's  torment  feel. 
Canft  thou  behold  my  grief,  and  feek  no  way 
For  my  redrefs  ?  True  Love  brooks  no  dda}'. 
See  what  a  fervile  Toak^  my  Neck  fuftains, 
Whofe P?ame  is  more  afflicting  than  its  fains ! 
With  any  task  my  Soul  wcu'd  be  con  rent, 
But  one  whofc  Scandal  is  a  Punlfimerit, 
Had  my  afflictions  any  parallel, 
Taught  by  Exa?KpIe^  I  {hou'd  bear  them  ueK  : 
And  'twou'd,  amidft  my  woes,  bring  ibme  relief. 
To  have  mireficpAciersto  H-ipport  the  grief: 
For  bravell  Heroes  eft'  have  felt  the  weight 
Of  their  injurious  Step-dame  For  nine's  hate. 
Thus  OHT  fam'd  Martyr,  ir,  his  MurdVers/^,?^, 
BcTfPdto  a  Rebel  Ax  Hi^  Sacred  He^  5 

C  4  /r/?/7<? 


(24) 

Tf^hile  His  great  Son,  a  Prince  of  high  Renow/ty 

The  Heir  of  His  bright  Fathers  Name  and  Crown  j 

InanohfcHre^  ignoble  Banifhment, 

T>id  His  own  Fate,  and  Rebels  Guilt  fr event. 

Sad  inftances  of  Man  s  uncertain  ftate ! 

Yet  'tis  no  Crime  to  be  unfortunate : 

But  my  bafe  Slav  ry  is  alone  my  blame. 

And  lefs  to  be  bewail'd  with  tears,  thm/hame  j 

And  to  a  heavier  fum  my  woes  amount, 

Since  I  muft  place  them  to  my  own  account. 

Like  captiv  d  Samffca  I  am  driv'n  about, 

The  drudge  and  fcorn  of  an  infulting  Rout. 

Around  I  draw  the  heavy  reft  lefs  Wheel^ 

And  find  mj  endlefs  task^  beginning  fiill: 

Within  this  Circle  byftrange  Magick^boundy 

Im  flill  in  motion,  yet  I  gain  no  ground. 

O !  that  fome  ufnal  Labor  were  injoyn  d, 
And  not  the  Tyrant  F/V^  enflav'd  my  mind! 
No  weight  of  Chains  cou'd  grieve  ray  captive  hands, 
Like  the  loath'd  Drudg'ry  of  its  bafe  Commands  \ 
By  this  a  double  mifery  I  contrail, 
Ev  n  I  condemn  the  hated  Ills  I  aB, 
Vet  of  my  Chains  Tm  not  fo  weary  grown. 
But  that  I  flill  am  putting  others  on. 
For  Sin  has  always  this  attending  Curfe, 
To  back  the  firfi  TranfgreJJion  with  a  worfe : 

This 


(25) 

This  to  my  ibiTOW,  I  too  often  find ! 
Yet  no  Experience  warns  my  heedlefs  mind. 
Thus  Vice  and  Ftrtue  do  my  Soul  divide, 
Like  a  Ship  toft  between  the  f^tnd  and  TUe. 
Pleafptre^  the  Bawd  to  Vice,  here  draws  me  in, 
There,  Griefs  its  Fallffwr^  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, 
Placd,  like  a  SUve  by  that  great  Conjurors  fide. 
Thus  Vice  and  Virtue  have  alternate  fway, 
While  I,  wdth  endlefs  labour,  Both  obey : 
And  to  increafe  my  pains,  as  if  too  fmall. 
Thy  heavy  hand  com.es  in  the  rear  of  all, 
Aad  with  deep  piercing  ftrokes  correfts  me  more, 
For  what  ivas  puniih'd  in  it  felf  before. 
Thusgmlty  Souls  in  Hell  are  fcourgd  for  Sin  3 
Their  never-ending  Fains  thus  flill  begin. 

Canftthou,  unkind  I  behold  my  wretched  Fate  J> 
Onft  thou  behold,  and  notCommiferate? 
Loo|c  on,  O  fee  if  caullcfs  I  complain ! 

0  hold  thy  Hand,  and  mitigate  my  Pain  \ 

Aug.  in  Pfal.  xxxvi. 

1  ff^ppofe  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" 


(26) 


']^tmml^crIl^Jccc/Li/icc,  t/i.it  l/ani  /laJt 
jitaJc  7m  .2/  -M^  i^'Aii/^  ii/iiJ   7vilt  t/iiTti 

(^/7//.7  771J  7 71  h-^  ^71  St   i7i7ai77C^.I'irl^.  7J.iJ. 

^—  JP.7,S. 

V- ■::p 


(^7) 


V. 

Remember^  I  hefeecb  thee,  that  thou  hafi 
made  me  as  the  CUy,  and  wilt  thoH  hrtTJg 
me  into  Dtiji  again  ?  Job  x.  9. 

HA  S  Providence  regard  to  things  below  ? 
Or  does  it  (light  what  its  not  fleas"  d  to  know  ? 
That  the  great  Author  of  this  brittle  Frame 
Forgets  from  what  Original  it  came? 

Ages,  to  Thee  are  hm  as  yefterday : 
And  canfl  thoff.  Lord,  forget  thy  humble  Clay  ? 
Formd  with  a  touch,  and  quickened  with  a  breath  5 
In  o»e  Jhort  moment  made,  <i;?^  doom'd  to  death. 
Jf  thou  h^fl  this  forgot^  receive  hem  me 
The  firange  relation  of  the  Hiftory. 
fVhen  this  great  Fahick^of  the  World  was  reared, 
A}idits  Or/gV^/ Nothing  di faff  ear  d. 
Then,  in  the  clofe  of  the  Sixth  hufie  day. 
Thou  with  a  glance  didfi  the  whole  Werkfurvey^ 
And  f  leased  with  that  fair  frodu5l  of  thy  PowV, 
JVou'dfi:  cofy^t  o'>er  again  in  Miniature  5 

ThcR 


(28) 

Then  was  with  all  the  Art  of  Heav'n  defign*d, 
The  mortal  Image  oi^  immoptal  Mind. 
Bleft:  Bden  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  iilver  Stream  ^6.  gently  paft. 
Stealing  its  fecret  Path  along  the  Grafs  s 
But  foon  its  head-ftrong  Waves  more  fiercely  hurl'd. 
To  view  the  New-born  Mafter  of  the  World : 
Thence  in  four  ftrcams  to  diflant  Regions  ftray. 
And  bear  the  wondrous  Tidings  wide  away. 
Herefrom  a  Lump  of  deff {cable  Earthy 
Had  Man  (the  lefs,  hnt  Nobler  World)  his  Btrth^ 
The  Nobler,  fince  in  his  fmall  Frame  fve  vierp 
At  once  the  World  and  its  Creator  too. 

But  things  of  fine  ft  texture  fir ^  dec  ay  ^ 
And  Heavnf  great  Mafter- fiece  is  brittle  Clay  ^ 
Riiind  by  that  ivhich  does  its  wortb  advance. 
And  daflid  to  fiece  s  by  the  leaft  mifchance. 

This  frail ^  this  tranfitory  thing  am  /, 
JVho  only  live,  to  learn  the  -way  to  die : 
So  foon  fhall  Tate  to  its  fir  ft  Matter  turrty  ' 

The  curious  Stru^ure  of  this  living  Vrn. 
Thus  China- Veflels,  ror ought  with  Art  and  Pain^ 
Are,  mthout  either,  turnd  to  Dufl  again. 

Such 


(29) 

Such  Is  tJo  mcertalnty  of  humane  fiate, 
Sfich  the  deflruEihe  hafte  of  necefarj  Fate  I 

Why  then,  my  God,  does  {\vift-pac  d  Time  betray, 
What  of  it  felf  s  fo  fubjeft  to  decay  ? 
All  to  the  Grave^  their  Centre^  freely  bend, 
And  thither^  preft  with  their  own  weight,  defcend; 
Fate  neseds  not  any  hafty  vi'Ience  ufe, 
To  force  a  motion,  which  unurg'd  they  chufe. 

Did  I  the  Stars  more  temper'd  matter  fhare^ 
Till  they  firft  fell,  I  no  decay  fhou'd  fear : 
Or  cou'd  I  like  th'unbody  d  Arjgels  be, 
Like  them,  I'd  triumph  o'er  Mortality. 
But  /,  like  Infers ^  f^'^^f  derive  my  Birth 
Trom  fame  Plebeian,  futrifying  Earth. 
Why  did  not  Heav'n  an  Iron  temper  grant, 
Dr  hew  me  from  a  Rock  of  Adamant  ? 

But  how  dare  I  with  Heav'n  cxpoftulate, 
Dr  blame  t4ie  frailty  of  my  mortal  ftate? 
N^or  ought  proud  Clay  its  Potter  eer  upbraid, 
>Jor  fcorns  he  that  weak  Veflel  which  he  has  made. 

Rupert,  in  Jerem.  lib.  i .  cap.  4. 

Dares  the  iwhapjy  Clay  hlafpheme  the  fingers  of  its 
Potter  f  How  fo  !  hecattfe  the  Potter  contracltTig 
his  fingers.,  and  firikjf^g  the  Vcffel  with  his  whole 
hofjd^  it  is  violmlf  daf,?d  to  peceu 

VI.  I  have 


(?o) 


I /mvjiJm?ic7,iv/iatshalllJc^  unlcr 
haStfhcni  Jet  me  aS{n  mai'^a^dmMcc 


ZV'. 


'.  7. 1>C. 


JP.  3<i- 


(30 


Vf. 

/  have  finmd^  xvhut  {hall  I  do  unto  thee^  0 
thou  Preferver  of  M^n  f  Why  hafi  thou 
fet  me  as  a  Mark  againfi  thet  ?  Job  vij.20. 

''T^I  S  juft,  nor  will  I  longer  hide  my  jfhame, 

A     But  own  my  felf  egregioufly  to  blame : 
My  Sins  to  flich  a  mighty  fumm  amount, 
That  hope  of  Pardon  wou  d  inaeafe  tli' account  j 
And  the  black  Cat'logue  of  their  uhwip'd  fcore, 
Calls  for  more  Plagues  than  Vengeance  has  in  ftorc, 

I  own  it,  Lord,  nor  juil  Dijhonour  fear  \ 
Since  piblic\  Pumfhrn^m  I  ought  to  bear. 
Here,  at  thy  Feet,  I  humbly  proftrate  bow, 
And  beg  my  Sentence  from  thy  Mouth  to  know. 
Shall  my  own  Hand  thy  dread  Revenge  fr event. 
And  make  my  felf  my  own  fad  Monfim€r.t  H 
Shall  I  with  Gifts  thy  leaden  Altar  crown, 
Or  facrifice  the  Beaft,  my  felf,  thereon? 
(  Tho^  fare  my  Blood  rvond  that  bleft  fUce  frofhane, 
Jftdgiv^  what  it  fh<iHd  clemfe  n  fofiler  fiaw. ) 

All 


(30 

Ail  this,  and  more,  ifpoflfibleto  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  conciuerd  Foe  has  often  fpar'd. 
And  thence  the  bell,  the  nobleft  Trophies  reared. 
No  tyrant  PafTion  rages  in  thy  Breaft, 
But  the  meek  Dove  builds  there  her  peaceful  Neft  5 
Kind  Guardian  of  the  Woirld !  our  Help,  our  Aid, 
To  whom  the  \''ows  of  all  mankind  are  made : 
Who  when  thou  wou'dfl:  thy  height  of  anger  £how, 
A  fudden  Calm  unbends  thy  threatning  brow  j 
How  kindly  dod  tiiou  raife  the  proftrate  Foe, 
With  the  fame  hand  that  fhou'd  have  ftruck  the  blow  ? 

Wou  dft  thou  permit—  But  oh !  what  Eloquence 
Can  with  fuccefs  appear  in  my  defence  ? 
Yet  let  mc.  Lord,  plead  for  myfelf^  and  Thee^ 
Left  ev'n  thy  Caufe^  as  mine^  may  injur'd  be. 
Lord,  I  qonfefs  Fve  finnd^  but  not  dlone ; 
Wilt  thou  impute  a  common  Guilt  to  One  ? 
Thy  bare-fac  d  Rebels  ftill  iinpunifh'd  go, 
As  if  thoH  mindedft  nothing  here  below. 
Unplagu'd,  /Ik^  other  Men^  the  brutiih  Srp'ine^ 
iVallorv  i'th'  fowl  excefs  of  Luft  and  Wine : 


Yet 


(??) 

Vet  doft  thou  flop  thy  Arrores  on  the  firing, 

Arrefl  thy  brandi/h^d  Thnnder  on  the  Wing  5 

Sheath  thy  r^^  Sword,  jufl  lifted  for  the  blow, 

And  in  its  room  mild  Olive-branches  (how. 

But  evry  [li^^  each  inadvertencie. 

Is  magnify  d  to'injpfffrabte  in  me. 

I  am  the  Mark  of  evry  wounding  flroke. 

As  if  I  only  did  thy  wrath  provoke. 

This  I confefs^  All  I,  alas!  can  do: 

O  hear  my  Pray  V,  with  my  Confeffion  too  ! 

Accept  the  good  Effeds  of  an  ill  Caufc, 

And  Pardon  Sin,  that  gains  thee  mo  ft-  apflaufe, 

"  Forgive  me,  ConquVor  !  fince  thou  mud  confefs, 

**  Had  I  noc  Err'd,  thy  Glory  had  been  Icfs. 

'  Greg,  in  7  cap.  Job,  lib.  8.  cap.  23. 

Then  God  fets  Man  ^  a  mark^  agalnfi  him,  when 
Man  by  finning  has  forfaken  God :  But  cur  jufi 
Creator  fet  him  as  a  mar\  againfi  him  ^  becauff 
he  thought  him  his  Enemy  by  hvs  naughtinefs. 


D  vn.  Whm- 


(34) 


^/icrcfcn-c  /n^cSt  i/wn  (^  /"^^^ 


(35) 


VII. 

Wherefdre  hidejl  thou  thy  face^  a.rd  holdtfi 
me  for  thine  emmy  t  Job  xiij.  24. 

IS't  mji  great  Error,  or  thj  fmall  Refpecl, 
That  I  am  treated  with  this  cold  >iegieB  ? 
I  thought  thy  frowns  were  but  di^embled  heat. 
And  all  thy  threatijing  looks  an  amorom  cheat, 
As4:ender  Mothers  draw  the  Bread  away. 
To  urge  their  pretcy  Innocents  to  play  5 
Or  as  the  Nurfe  feems  to  de-fjy  a  Kifs, 
To  make  the  fonda- 1  lij^liant  fte4  the  Blifs  5 . 
So  I  beheve  thou  didft  abfcond,  and  nee 
Only  to  make  me  taller  follow  thee. 
But  now,  (alas  I )  tis  cMicefldW,  I  had. 
And  not  pretended  Au'^^v,  hut  dejign'd: 
My  kind  Embrace  you  coldly  entertain . 
As  if  we  never  fhou'd  be  Friends  again  : 
And  w  ith  fuch  eagei-  hafte  my  prefence  fhun, 
As  Men  from  A<fonfters  or  InfeUlon  run  \ 
As  if  ray  looks  wou'd  turn  you  into  Stone : 
But  fear  mt  that,  the  TvorJ(s  alreadj  done  ^ 


So  cold  you  dre\  fo  fenfelcfs  of  my  fmartj 
Some  Magick^ftire  has  petriffd  your  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  poylbn  in  my  breath> 
Or  that  my  Eyes  dart  unavoided  Death. 
Prevent  the  danger  with  thy  conqu  nng  Eye^ 
Vnfheath  its  Rays,  and  let  th^  Offender  die : 
Or  elfe  difcharge  a  frown,  and  flrike  me  dead. 
Tor  more  than  Death  lyour  Dilpleaflire  dread. 
Your  Eyes  are  all  I  wiih,  let  them  be  mine. 
The  Sun,  unmift  by  me,  may  ceafe  to  fhine  : 
Fair  Cynthia^  beautious  Eyes,  I  can  contemn, 
Tho'  all  the  Lamps  of  Night  fetch  Beams  from  them : 
But  if,  my  Life,  my  Soul,  thou  Thine  deny, 
Heart-broke,  in  darlmels  and  dcfpair  I  dye. 
And  if  thy  very  Ah  fence  caufe  fuch  pain, 
Gueis  what  my  Torment  is  to  Lrve^  but  lAfve  in  vain  t 


Amh. 


(?7) 

Amb.  Apolog.  pro  David. 

Jf  any  of  our  Servants  offend  u$^  we  art 
wont  not  to  look  u^on  thtm  :  If  this  he 
thought  a  funifhment  among  Men,  how 
much  more  with  God  ?  for  you  fee  that 
God  turned  away  his  face  from  the  Off^er- 
ingofQdin. 


P  5  VIII.  0 


(5S) 


^fiiohir  7i'cev  day(a7id  7Ui./Al:J^7^.t7.^ 


(?9) 


VIII. 

0  that  my  Head  were  Waters ,  and  mine 

Eyes  a  fountain  of  TearSy  pfut  I  might 
mep  Day  and  Night  !  Jer.  ix.  i . 

OH !  tbat  my  Head  were  one  vaft  fource  of  tear  s^ 
With  dubling/r^^w/as  num'roiisas  my  hdirs  \ 
My  Face  a  Plain,  which  briny  Floods  Ihould  drown. 
And  fcorning  banks,  come  proudly  rolling  down. 
That  grief  with  inexhanfiible  faff  lies  ^ 
JVoudfill  the  aft  ems  of  my  flowing  Byes  i 
Till  the  fierce  torrents  tvhich  thofe  fprings  imj^art    . 
FUwdown  myBreafi^  and  ft  agnate  round  my  Heart, 

Not  all  the  tears  the  Royal  Pfalmift  fhed. 
With  which  his  Couch  was  w/(/Z?W,  himfelfwas/i?^? 
Nor  thofe  which  once  the  weeping  Alary  pour'd. 
On  the  dear  Feet  of  her  forgiving  Lord-, 
Nor  thofe  which  drown  d  the  great  Jpeftles  Bread, 
Whofe  boafted  Zeal  fhrunk  at  th'  affrighting  Teft  3 
iVbrthefe,  nor  more  than  thefe,  can  eerfffffice. 
To  cleanfe  the  ftains  of  my  Impieties, 

D  4  Give 


(4°) 

Give  me  the  undifcover  d  fource  of  Nile, 

That  with  fevn  Streams  o'erflows  th*  tAigyftlan  Spilj 

Ory  Noah  /  let  thj  Deluge  be  renew  d. 

Till  I  am  drown  din  the  impetuous  Flood; 

TillTow'rSy  and  Trees,  and  Hills  appear  no  more  j 

All  one  vafi  Defert  Sea,  without  a  Shore. 

O  that  tbefe  Fountains  woud  their  courfe  begin, 
And  flow  usfafi  as  I  made  haflt  to  Sin  I 
The  weeping  Limbecks  never  fhou'd  give  o^er. 
Till  their  laft  drop  had  empty  d  all  their  ftore, 
H^tppjf  yc  Fountains  which  for  ever  flow, 
JVhofe  endlefs  Streams  no  Drouth  or  Summer  kyfow, 
O  that  my  Eyes  had  all  the  Drops  which  fell 
From  this  fair  Spring,  or  that  eternal  fVe  III 
How  do  I  grudge  the  Clouds  their  envyd  Rain  \ 
Mffw  wifh  the  boundlefs  Treafures  of  the  Main  \ 
Then  Jhou'd  my  Tears,  like  that,  jufl  motion  keep. 
And  Ifhou'd  takeaflrange  delight  to  weep : 
Nor  the  fwift  current  of  my  grief  forbid. 
Till  in  the  Waves  this  Jittle  World  were  hid-. 
Hid,  as  the  neighboring  Valleys  are  o'erfpread, 
When  the  warm  Sun  melts  Pindus  fnowy  head. 
'The  great  Aflyrian,  found  in  JordanV  Seas, 
A  happy  MecC cine  for  his  foul  Difeale  5 


Bui 


(  40 

Bnt  what  kind  Torrent  mil  my  Cure  hegut^ 
And  cleanfe  my  filthier  Leprofic  of  Sin  ? 

See  !  from  my  Saviour V  fide  ci  flream  of  Blood : 
///  bath  myfelf  in  that  Redeeming  Flood  ; 
That  healing  Torrent  tpoa  oh  fur^ofe  ffilt^ 
To  ypajlo  my  flidns^  and  expiate  all  my  guilt. 
That  ever-flowing  Ocean  yolll  ftiffice 
For  the  defeB  of  my  exhaufted  Eyes. 

Hieron.  in  Jerem.  cap.  9. 

Jfltvere  all  dijfolv*d  to  Tears  ^  and  thofe  not 
only  fbme  few  drops,  hut  an  Ocean  or  a 
Deluge,  /  IbouU  never  rveep  enough. 


IX,  Tk 


(42) 


mc.,  fhc  S?urcS  of  J^catfi  cn-a^tacrJc 


T.^4.- 


(43) 


IX. 


The  pains  of  Hell  came  about  me :  the  flares 
of  Death  overtook  me^  P(al.  xviij.  4. 

WHile  ill  this  (ad  diftrels  my  fclf  I  view, 
Methinks  I  make  that  Heathen  Fable  ti-ue^ 
Of  him  whole  bleeding  mangled  Carcafs  lay. 
To  his  own  Hounds  exposed  a  helplds  prey. 
Long  I  the  pleafures  of  the  f^bod  purCu'd, 
Till,  like  its  Beails,  my  felf  grew  wild  and  rude ; 
I  hop'd  with  Hunting  to  divert  my  care, 
But  almoft  fell  my  felf  into  the  fiiaie. 

Yet  CO  ihofe  Woods  (  alas '.  )  I  did  not  go, 
Whofe  inn'cent  Sports  give  health  ^nd  pleafure  too. 
I  fpread  no  Toils  to  take  the  tim'rous  Deer^ 
Nor  aim'd  my  Javlin  at  the  rugged  Bear. 
Happy,  had  I  my  tim.e  fo  well  imploy'd, 
Nor  had  I  been  by  my  own  Game  deitroy  d  : 
I  had  not  then  mif-fpent  my  youthful  days, 
Nor  torn  my  flefh  among  fliarp  thorny  ways. 


But 


(44) 

But  I  (alas ! )  ftill  ply'd  the  fparkling  nine, 
Tbat  poys'nous  Juice  of  the  pernicious  Vine  -, 
And  this  exposed  me  to  Loves  fatal  Dart, 
The  fal(e  betray'r  of  my  unguarded  heart : 
Thou  Love^  haft  thy  fly  Nets,  and  fubtle  charms  s 
Nor  are  thy  Bow  and  Dart  thy  only  Arms. 
And  treacherous  fVine  does  fatal  weapons  bear ; 
The  Giafs  is  more  deftru6live  than  the  S^ear. 
Thus  SatKffon^  by  his  Dali/a  betray  d, 
Was  Hers,  and  then  his  Enmies  Captive  made : 
Thus^  -when  too  freely  Noah  had  usd  the  Vine^ 
He  ypho  efcafd  the  Flood,  lay  drown  d  in  Wine. 

Thus  Loye^  by  me  purfli'd  (alas ! )  too  faft. 
Seized  my  loft  Soul,  and  prey'd  on  me  at  laft  , 
Within  whofe  clofeincircling  Toils  befet, 
I  feem'd  a  Beaft  juft  falln  into  the  Net : 
Dcftroy  d  by  what  my  inclination  fought. 
As  Birds  by  their  frequented  Lime-trpigs  caught  s 
For  Death  around,  its  fubtle  Nets  does  fpread, 
Fine  as  the  texture  of  the  Spiders  Web : 
And  as  ferdne  that  watchful  Robber  lies. 
His  buzzing  prey  the  better  to  furprize  5 
But,  taught  by  motion  when  the  booty's  nigh, 
Leaps  out,  and  feizes  the  entangled  Fly : 


Or 


(45) 

Or  as  a  Fowler,  with  his  hidden  Snare, 
Contrives  t  entrap  the  Racers  of  the  Air ; 
While  to  conceal  and  further  the  deceit, 
He  ftrows  the  ground  with  his  deftruftive  meat  s 
And  faftens  Birds  of  tiie  fame  kind,  to  (ing. 
And  weakly  flutter  on  their  captive  wing : 
So  Peath  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  th'  infernal  Lake. 


Amb.  lib.  4.  in  cap.  4.  Lucse. 

The  reward  of  Honours^  the  height  of  Power ^  the  delU 
cacy  of  Diet,  and  the  beauty  ${  an  Harlot^  are  the 
fnAres  fifthe  Devil, 

Idem,  de  bono  mortis. 

If^llfi  thoufeekefi  Pleafures,  thou runnefi  tntoSnzres ; 
for  the  Eye  of  the  Harlot  is  the  Snare  of  the  A- 
dulterer. 


X,  Enter 


(40 


thy  6erranr^{J.7:,ori.  TSal:i4^y2,. 


(47) 


Ertter  not  into  Judgment  with  thy  Servanty 
0  Lordy  Pfal.  cxliij.  2. 

TH  E  Mafiers  gains  to  a  (mall  fum  amount. 
That  calls  his  Servant  to  a  ftri6l  account  s 
And  tho'  the  Servant  has  not  wrong'd  his  truft. 
Where  s  the  applaufe  of  being  only  Juft  f 
Vainly  the  Mafter  does  a  Suit  begin, 
Tc  gain  a  Vi6lVy  he  muft  bluili  to  win  .• 
Andiflm  over  guilty  made,  no  doubt 
I  muft^o  feek^Jome  other  Mafler  out. 
Believe  me,  Lord^  to  be  fevere  mth  me. 
Will  wrong  thee  more  than  mj  offending  thee. 
I  am  fo  much  too  mean  for  thy  regard. 
Twill  leflen  thee  to  mind  how  I  have  err  d. 
What!  muft  thy  Regi (tries  ih^fleadingsihoyiy 
Swoln  with  the  HilVry  of  my  overthrow  ? 
Or  can  I  hope  my  Caufe  fhou'^d  Thine  out- do. 
Where, Thou  fit'ft  Jttdge,  that  art  the  Plant  iff  too  t 
What  Eloquence  can  plead  with  fach  fuccefs, 
To  free  the  wretch  that  does  his  debt  confefs  ? 

Alas  J 


(48) 

Alas !  what  Advocate  beft  read  in  Laws, 

Can  weakett  Thine,  or  re-  inforce  my  Canfe  r 

Ah !  not  too  ftriftly  my  Accounts  furvey, 

Nor  for  Abatements  let  me  vainly  pray. 

Both  Heav'n  and  Earth  thy  boundlefs  Mercy  know, 

To  Pardon,  eafie  \  and  to  Punijh^  Jlotv: 

£v^n  when  our  Crimes  pull  thj  juft  Vengeance  down^ 

'Tls  rather  grief,  than  anger,  makes  thee  frown  : 

And  when  thou  doft  our  Punifhment  decree. 

Thou  feeil  our  ftripes  with  more  concern  than  wei 

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  Sin. 

But  tho'  this  CharaBer  is  All  thy  due. 

Let  me  thy  lightefi  Cenfures  undergo  -, 

For  tho'  thy  Mercy  does  no  hmits  know. 

Thy  Juj^iee  muft  have  fatisfaBion  too. 

Thefe  Attributes  in  equal  ballancc  lye, 

And  neither  muft  the  others  Right  deny. 

No  melting  PalTion  can  afted  thy  breaft, 

Nor  foft  intreaties  charm  thy  hand  to  reft :  * 

Nor  baffled  Eloquence  dares  here  engage. 

But  wants  it  felf  fbme  happier  Patronage. 

No  J>^,  no  Bribe,  no  Trlckjn  all  the  Laws, 

Can  e  er  prevail  to  carry  fuch  «  Caufe. 

'TIs 


(49) 

*Tis  vain  with  Thee^  Lord,  to  commence  ^  Suit, 
Whofe  awful  prefence  ftrikes  all  Pleaders  mute. 
No  other  Judge  lb  terrible  can  bcj 
To  make  me  fear  his  fin'^eft  fcrutinie  ; 
But  Thy  Tribunal^  Lord,  with  dread  I  view, 
Where  thou  art  P/aintijf,  Judge,  and  TVitjiefstoo  : 
Where,  when  my  Sentence  from  Thy  mouth  is  come. 
No  Plea  can  urge  Thee  to  reverfe  the  Doom. 
How  this  dread  place  augments  the  Guilty  s  fear, 
Where  fo  much  awe  and  gravity  appear ! 
Ev  n  He  whofe  Reasoning  did  this  Truth  aflert, 
And  {hot  a  trembling^  into  Felix  Hearty 
Who  did  not  his  cw/i  judgment  Seat  decline, 
Cou'd  without  trembling  never  think  q{ Thine. 
And  Wtfdoms  famous  Oracle  denies 
The  pureft  Souhinbl?mifh'd  in  Thy  Eyes  3 
Whofe  pious  Father  (  after  thine  own  heart ) 
Declares  Thy  Wra\h  the  bed:  of  Man's  defert. 
And  7^/5' affures  us,  that  the  ^r^^r/,  whofe  Light 
Chears  with  kind  infi'ence  our  admiring  fight , 
Tho' glorious  all  in  our  dim  Eyes  they  fhine. 
Are  only  fmall  O^acous  Orbs  in  thine. 
How  then  can  weaker  Beams  fupport  that  weight, 
Wliich  fhoOkk  thefe  Pillars  with  fuch  flrange  affriglit  ? 
Or  how  can  humble  Hyffof  keep  its  Wall, 
When  Lihms's  ilatelieft  Cedars  fall  ?. 

E  Wheii 


when  I  behold  my  large  unblotted  (core, 
And  think  what  Plagues  thy  Vengeance  has  in  (lore  3 
An  icy  horror  chills  my  freezing  blood, 
And  ilops  the  aclive  motion  of  its  flood. 

Asfomefale  Captive,  when  condemn  d  to  death. 
Loath  to  refign,  evn  his  la jt  gaff  of  breathy 
Beholds,  with  an  intent  and  f  eddy  eye. 
The  dreadful  Inftrument  of  Fate  raisd  high  : 
Tet  fill  unvffilling  from  this  World  to  go. 
Shuns  -with  a  jlart  the  difappointed  blow  : 
So,  when  I  fee  thy  Book,  in  which  are  writ 
All  the  blackCrimes  L  r^ly  did  commit^ 

Amaz'd,  I  fly  thy  Bar  3  -^^ 

For  how  can  Sinners  that  ftri^  place  abide, 
Whece  ev'n  the  Right  com  fcarce  are  juftify'd  ? 


Bernard. ; 

^  1 


(50 

Bernard.  Serm.  6.  fuper,  Bean  qui ^  Sec. 

What  can  be  thouglS^fo  fearful^  what  fo  full 
of  trotihk  and  anxitty^  as  to  ft  and  to 
he  judged  at  [uch  a  Tribunal^  and  to  ex- 
fe6i  an  uncertain  Sentence  from  [uch  a 
Judg..^ 


^^R>- 


# 


'W*- 


0-  ^•■ 


E  2  IX.  Let 


(50 


(s?) 


XI. 

Let  not  the  water-flood  drown  me  :  neither  let 
the  deep  [wallow  me  «/>,  Pfal.  Ixix,  i6. 

UUconftant  morion  of  the  reftlefs  Se<^^       /^ j.^y  | 
Whofe  treaclfrous  Waves  the  Sailors  hopes  be- 
So  calm  fometimes,  fo  fhining  they  appear, 
No  poliih'dChryftal  is  more  fmooth  or  clear. 
Sometimes  they  fcera  ftill  as  a  {landing  Lake, 
Whole  modeft  Pools  no  ftir,  or  motion  make. 
Sometimes  the  Waves,  rais'd  by  a  gentle  breeze. 
Curl  their  green  heads,  the  wandVmg  (ight  to  pleafes 
Then,  in  foft  meaiurcs,  round  the  V^eflels  dance. 
And  to  the  Mufick  of  their  Shrouds  advance. 
While  thou,  kind  Sea,  their  burthen  doft  fuftain, 
Ev  n  while  their  beaks  plough  furrows  on  the  Main  ? 
Safe  on  thy  yielding  back  each  \'e{lcl  rides, 
Tho'  its  rude  Oars  lafh  to  a  foam  thy  (ides. 
The  groaning  Earth  fcarce  weightier  burthens  feels 
From  heavy  loaden  Carts  with  i'rn- bound  wheels : 
And  that  none  may  fufpedl  thou  wilt  betray, 
Thy  chr>'ftal  Waves  their  rocky  breaftsdifplay, 

E  3  A^ 


(54) 

As  if  no  treac h'yy  cou'd  be  harbour'd  ifhere, 
Where  fuch  fak/hows  of  hone  ft j  appear. 

But  when  the  Anchors,  weigh'd,  the  Salts  atripj 
And  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  ihoar, 
Then  the  rough  Winds  their  boift'rous  giifts  difchargc, 
And  fill  at  once  affa  ult  the  helplefs  Barge. 
Juft  as  the  furious  Ljbim  Lions  rave, 
When  eager  to  devour  a  Sehtenc'd  Slave  ; 
Or  as  a  crew  of  fturdy  Thieves  prepvire 
To  feize  and  plunder  fome  lone  Traveller  j 
Then  theinfulting  Billows  proudly  rife, 
And  menace,  with  their  lofty  tops,  the  Skies  • 
WhilH:  the  difcolour'd  Waters  hide  their  head, 
So  much  th'  approaching  Tempeft's  rage  they  dread. 
And  when  each  jarring  Wind  infults  and  raves, 
And  altogether  hover  o'er  the  Waves ; 
Short  broken  Seas  ev'n  from  themielves  are  torn, 
And  different  ways  each  crowding  Billow  born. 
\_All  black^heloWy  above  all  foamy -white  \ 
A  horrid  darknefs  mixt  svith  dreadful  Light  3 
Here  long^  long  HiHs^  roll  far  ^  and  tvide  aicp-ay ; 
There  abrtt^t  Vales  fright  backjh"^  intruding  Day.'] 

Her« 


(55) 

Here  a  vafl  Gulph  of  Ruin  opens  wide. 
And  the  Ship's  fwallowed  in  the  rapid  Tide  : 
Or  if  bom  on  a  Tenth  unlutky  TVave^ 
The  breaking  bubble  proves  its  watry  Grave. 
Thus  the  falfe  Ocean  treach'roufly  beguiles. 
And  thus  m  frowns  end  its  deceitful  fm'des. 

But  I  fufpefted  not  th'  unfaithful  Main, 
Nor  did  of  its  inconftancy  complain  \ 
I  ne'er  the  fury  of  the  HlyJs  did  blame, 
Nor  on  the  Tempefts  boiil:erous  rage  exclaim  5 
(  Which  twifts  the  furly  Billows,  till  they  rile. 
And  foaming-mad,  attack  the  lo wring  Skit's  ; ) 
Nor  curft  the  hardy  wretch  that  led  the  way. 
And  taught  the  World  to  perifh  in  the  Sea. 
My  \''eirel  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  foon  thefe  Artifts  of  their  Skill  repent. 
And  peri/h  by  tlie  i^rrs  they  did  invent. 
My  Life's  the  Sea,  whofe  treachVy  I  declare, 
My  fe/f  the  Vefel  tofs'd  and  Shipwrack  d  ther^  : 
All  the  loud  Storms  of  the  infulting  W^W, 
Arereftlefs  P^j^o^z/of  my  troubled  Aifnd. 


Thus 


(50 

Thus  harraft  in  this  flu6luating  State, 
I  pafs  tbm  ftrange  Vicljfitudes  of  Fate, 

Deceitful  Life !  whole  filfe  ferenity 
Changed  iii  a  moment,  ends  in  mifery ! 
Thou  want'ft  nofvpeet  allurements  to  betray  ; 
Thy  Beauty  ever  charming,  ever  gay  j 
While  Love  and  Luft  wrack  the  diftra6led  mind, 
No  dangVous  Sands,  no  Rocks,  or  Shores  we  find : 
But  when  a  Tide  of  Crimes  breaks  firecely  in. 
And  beats  the  Soul  on  fatal  Shelves  of  Sin  3 
Then,  ah  too  late !  the  difmal  Gulph  it  fpies, 
In  which  'tis  plung'd,  and  funk  by  treachVous  Vice. 

Oh!  that,  at  leaft  like  wretched  drowning  Men, 
ThQ^Q  Jinking  Souls  \\o\xA  rife  and  float  agen  ! 
That,  while  their  grofler  parts  do  downward  move. 
Their  pure  Devotion  wou'd  remain  above  ! 
But,  [uft  as  men  to  whom  the  Earths  gaping  Womb 
Becomes  at  once  theit  A-furtlirer  and  their  Tomb  \ 
Or  as  the  wretch,  beneath  fome  falling  Roch^ 
At  once  is  kUfd  and  bury  d  with  the  firoke : 
Or  thofe  to  whom  deceitful  Ice  ^ives  way. 
In  vain  wou'd  rife  agen  to  diftant  day  : 
So  fare  the  men  by  Sins  fwift  current  bom, 
Thoughtlels  of  Heav'n,  by  Heav  n  th'  are  left  forlorn. 


(?7) 

See,  Lord,  how  I  with  JVmd  and  Tide  engage. 
While  on  each  hand  uneqij;^  Wai*  they.vvage! 
5eehow  ray  head  is  bo w'd  unto  the  Cfeve, 
While  I  am  forc'd  to  court  the  drowning  Wave  ? 
^eeft  thou  fny  Soul  lofl  in  a  double  Death,  . 
And  wilt  thou  not  reprive  my  flitting  br^th? 
Behold  J  O  Lord  !  behold,  and  pity  me. 
And  leave  me  not  to  perifh  in  the  Sea : 
O  hold  me  up  by  thy  Almighty  hani- 
And  I  fhall  quickly  reach  the  wifh'd  for  Land. 
Be  thou  my  Pjiot,  and  my  Morion  guide. 
Then  iSi^fwim  m  fpight  ofJVl^dajrATtdk 

Ambrc^  Apolog.  "p^JDavie^^.  5.  . 

...      ■  ■■■-^-      '^  ^ 

Thernfiltitudeof^oHr  Lufis  ratfe  a  mighty  Itempell, 
Tvhich  fo:  tolles  them  that  fail  i'/t  the  Qce^n  of  the 
Badf^  that  the  Mind  canmt  be  its  own  1?ykJt. 


XII.  Oh! 


rfO 


(59) 


XIL 

^h^  that  thou  would' fi  hide  me  in  the  Grave  ! 
that  thou  would'' fi  keep  mefecret^  until  thy 
wrath  be  faji !  Job  xiv.- 1  j. 

W^  H  O,  who  will  grant  me  a  (ecure  retreat, 
Where  I  may  fhun  thy  furies  fcorching  heat  ? 
^hofe  piercing  flames  whene'er  I  call  to  mind, 
[  fear  I  can  no  fafe  concealment  find : 
rhen  I  defire  the  covert  of  the  iVood  /  p^^^ . 

And  Caves,  whence  Beafts  are  rang'd  to  feek  their 
rhen  in  Earth's  Womb  woii'd  hide  my  fearful  head^ 
Dr  in  (bmc  Sea- worn  Rock  compofe  my  Bed : 
In  hilly  Caverns  then  my  felf  I'd  fave, 
Or  fly  for  refuge  to  the  filent  Grave : 
Or  far  remote  from  the  fair  Orbs  of  Light, 
Wou'd  in  thick  Barknefs  dwell,  and  endlefs  Night. 

When  the  loud  Thunder  rouls  along  the  Sky, 
Vlen  to  the  Lawrels  fhelter  trembling  fly : 
n  vain  (alas !  )  they  hope  ProteEiion  thence^ 
The  helpleis  Tree  proves  not  its  own  Dejence  5 

Much 


(go) 

j\ltich  lefs  can  that  apUce  of  Refuge  ^^ 
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  wouM  hide  his  fhame  from  Tljee' 
For  while  to  fhun  thy  prefence  he  aflay'd, 
Ev  n  his  ahfcondlng  his  ofence  beti'ay'd. 
In  vam  ( alas ! )  to  Caves  and  Dens  vv'e  run, 
We  carry  mith  us  what  we  cannot  fhun. 
The  Den  that  did  the  Hebrew  Captive  fave, 
When  He  was  freed,  prov'd  his  Accufers  Grave: 
Nor  was  Lot\  Inceft  liidden  in  liis  Cave. 
As  much  in  vain  we  court  the  Earths  dark  Womb, 
And  fly  for  flicker  to  the  filent  Tomb : 
Vengeance,  (vn  thither^  will  our  flight  fur fue^ 
And  rife  to  funifh  thofe  black  ills  we  doe. 
Thus  vainly  Cain  ftopt  righteous  y^^^/'s  Breath, 
*The  mouth  of  blood  wa6  opened  by  his  Death. 
As  vainly  Jona^  in  the  Sea  concealed 
'B^Ysfaithlefs  flighty  ev'n  by  the  Sea  revealed  : 
His  living  Tomb  obey'd  Heavns  great  command, 
And  caft  him  back  to  the  foriaken  Land. 
A  brittle  Faith  is  all  the  glaiTy  Sea  can  boaft     (moft. 
Tranfparent  Waves  betray  what  they  fhou'd  cover- 

Nor 


(6t) 

Nor  can  we  hope  concealment  in  a  Tomb, 
That^  cafts  our  bones  from  itso'er-burthen  d  Womb. 
In  Rocks  and  Caves  we  muft  no  truft  repofe, 
For  their  own  found  the  feaet  will  difclofe. 
And  leaves,  and  Trees  themfelves,  alike  will  fade, 
And  then  ex^ofe  what  they  were  meant  to7^/^^<?. 
Nor  Sea^  nor  Land,  not  Cave,  not  Den,  nor  ^W, 
Nor  Stars,  nor  Heavn  it  [elf  can  do  me  good: 
ThoH,  Lord,  alone  can  ft  hide  my  fearful  headj:- 
Where  I  no  Vengance,  nor  ev  n  Thine,  can  dread. 
Whilft  Thy  kind  Ha-nd  alide  thy  Thunder  lays, 
\StretchdoHt^  diiarm'd,  a  fu^pliant  Wretch  toraife, 

Amb.  in  Jerem.  cap.  9. 

Iftirher,  O  Adam  !  have  thj  Tranfgreffions  led  thee^ 
that  thott  (hunnft  thy  God,  Tohom  before  thou 
foughfft  t  That  Feoi*  ktrayj  r/^  CrimCj  fto-Flight 
thy  Prevarication. 


XIII.  Jre 


(62) 


^7-c  ?ici-7ny  .^ays  fcJV,  ccaSc  i/ic?i^^^ 


(63) 


XIII. 

Are  not  my  days  few  ?  Ceafe  then^  and  let  me 
alone  y  that  I  may  hew  ail  my  [elf  a,  little. 
Job.  X.  20. 

MUST  a/^w  minpttes  added  to  my  days 
Be  thought  a  favour  pafTmg  thmks  or  i^redfe  ? 
Ages^  indeed,  might  well  deferve  that  namcy 
And  render  my  Ingratitude  to  blame  : 
But,  the  increale  of  a  fsw  days  to  come. 
How  little  adds  it  to  the  flender  [urn  ? 
As  well  the  hfant  that  but  treads  the  Stage, 
Is  faid  to  leave  it  in  a  good  old  Age. 
As  well  poor  hfeBs  may  be  (aid  to  live, 
To  whom  their  Binh-daj  does  their  Twiral  give. 

So  fading  TloroWs  their  hafty  minutes  count, 
AVhofc  longejh  Life  fcarce  to  one  day  amount. 
FlowVsj  in  the  morning  Boys^  at  noon-tide  Men^ 
At  night,  with  age,  feeble  as  Boys  agen. 
Thus  in  one  {hort-hv'd  day  they  hloom  and  dify 
And  aJJ  the  diflVence  of  pht  Ages  try. 

Wou'd 


('54) 

Wou'd  Times o'er-hafty  Wheels  their  Motion  (lay, 

And  the  fwifc  hours  not  poft  fo  fwift  away, 

The  InfeEis  then  might  lengthen  too  their  Song^ 

And  the  Flow'rs  boaft  their  day  had  been  fo  long. 

But  Time  iseverhaftning  to  be  gone, 

Andj  like  a  Stream^  the  Tear  ghdesfwiftly  oh. 

Succeflive  A'fcnths  clofely  each  orher  trace, 

And  meet  the  Sun  along  his  anmtal  race^       (pace.i 

While  fhort-liv'd  Days,  then  either,  marchafwifcer. 

The  harnefl  hours  are  preffing  forward  ftill,- 

And,  mcegonehy^  dxt irretrievable,^ . 

"  Thus  envious  Time  loves  on  it  fe if  to  pvey, 

"  And  ftill  thro  its  own  Entrails  eats  its  way* 

Its  felf  purfues,  it  fclf  it  ever  flies, 

^nd  on  it  felf  it  ever  lives  and  dies. 

So  wafting  Lamps  by  their  own  flames  expii'e, 

And  kindle  at  themfelves  their  Fmral  pre. 

Thus  its  own  courfe  the  circling  Tear  puriues, 

Till  like  the  Wheels  on  which  'tis  mov'd  it  grows. 

This  Truth  the  Ancients  weightily  expreft, 
Who  made  the  lather  on  his  Off-lpring  feaft : 
For  Time  on  Months  and  Tears.,  its  Children,  feeds, 
And  hills  with  motion^  what  its  motion  breeds. 
Hours  wafte  their  i?^j,the  T>ays  their  Months  confume. 
And  the  rapacious  yT/i?;^/-^^  their  Tf^rj-  entomb. 

Thus 


(<55) 

Thus  Tears,Months,  Days^  and  Hours^  ftill  keep  their 
77//  allin  vafl  Eternity  'are  drown'd.  iSomiA, 

Then,  Lord,  allow  my^r/V/fome  httle  fpace, 
To  mourn  xh^  Jhortnefs  of  my  hafty  race : 
I  wifh  not  time  for  laughter  j  if  I  did, 
My  circumfianoes  and  t\iQf  lace  forbid. 
AH  I  defire,  is  time  for  ^riV/and/^^^r/, 
Let  that  be  all  th'  addition  to  my  years : 
Whtch^  tho  but  jkort^yet  hmje  been  full  of  fin  ^ 
More  than  my  time  was  to  repent  it  in. 
Yet  if  thou  grant'fl:  me  {bmc  few  minutes  more. 
They'll  make  amends  for  myjhort  days  before. 
Come  then,  My  cruel  Hands,  and  without  reft 
Or  pity,  beat  my  hard,  my  fencelefs  Breaft ! 
Drop  then,  my  eyes,  you  cannot  flow  too  faft , 
While  you  delay,  what  precious  time  is  paft  ? 
Tis  done '  my  tears  have  a  prevailing  force, 
And  Heav'n  appeas'd,  now  ftop  their  eager  courfe, 

Hieron.  ad  Paulam,  Epift.  12. 

when  man  firfifinn'^djhe  changd  Eternity  for  Mor^ 
talitj^  Nine  hundredyears^  er  thereabouts :  Bnt  fin 
increafingby  deguees,  Afuns  life  was  contra^fdto  4 
very/ /%ort  fpace, 

F  xiy.ok! 


(60 


'fcs?. 


(67) 


XIV. 

Oh !  that  thty  were  xvife^  that  they  under- 
fiood  thisy  that  they  would  cofffider  their 
Utter  endy  Deut.  xxxij.  29. 

SHame  on  befotted  man,  whofe  baffled  mind 
Is  to  all  dangers,  but  the^efent^  blind ! 
Whofe  thoughts  are  all  imploy'd  on  mifchiefs  near^ 
But  i/is  TcnrMe^  ntwtx  fore-fee^  ox  fear. 
The  Soldier  is  prepar  d  before  th'  alarm, 
The  Signal  giv  n  'twou  d  be  too  late  to  arm. 
The  Pjhts  fore-fight  waits  each  diftant  blaft, 
And  lofes  no  advantage  in  his  hade. 
Th'  induftrious  Hind  manures  and  fows  the  Field, 
Which  he  expefts  a  plenteous  Crop  fhould  yield : 
The  lab'ring  Ant  in  Summer  (lores  at  home 
Provifion  e're  old  Age  2ir\dtVwter  come. 
But, oh!  what  means  Mans  ftupid negligence, 
That  ofthefature  has  no  care  or  fence? 
Does  he  expeft  Eternity  below, 
A  life  that  fhall  no  alteration  know  ? 
He's  much  abus'd  5  inevitable  DeAth, 
Tho'  it  delays^  will  one  day  flop  his  breath  \ 

F2  Sno, 


(68) 

Vdln  are  the  hopes  the  firmefl:  Leagues  produce. 

That  Tyrant  keeps  no  Faith,  regards  no  Trnce: 

He  does  not  to  the  Peace  he  makes  indine, 

To  ta^,^  advAntAge  in  his  whole  defign : 

To  him  Alluiyice  is  an  empty  name,  1 

He  does  all  vnfrefts.  But  his  orpyi,  difdaim.  > 

Sooner  the  Ice  or  Snow  fhall  mix  with  Flame )        j 

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  Iiis  infatiate  Jaws  toofmall : 

He  tears  ev'n  ten^r  Infants  from  the  bread. 

And  wraps  them  in  a  Shrewd,  ere  for  the  Cradle  drefi. 

Nor  Sex  nor  Jge  the  grim  Deftroyer  fpares, 

Unmov'd  ahke  by  Innocence  zndTears. 

Here  fprightly  Youth,  there  hoary  bending  Age 

Sweet  Boys,  and  blooming  Virgins  glutt  his  Rage. 

Like  common  Soldier s,  chief  Commanders  d^^. 

And  like  Commanders^  common  Soldiers  lie. 

No  fliining  Duft  appears  in  Crafu's  Urn, 

Tho'  all  he  touch'd  he  feem'd  to  Gold  to  turn. 

Nor  boafts  fair  Rachels  face  that  Beauty  here, 

For  which  the  Patriarch  ferv'd  his  twice-fev  n  year,] 

And:  never  thought  the  pleafing  Purchafe  dear. 

Evn 


Evn  Dives  here  fr cm  Laz'rus  //  not  knmn^ 

lor  now  Ones  Purple,  th'  Others  Rags  are  gone. 

Each  has  no  Manfion  but  his  narrow  Cell, 

E<[Hal  in  colour  and  alihe  in  fmelL 

Why  then  fhou'd  man  of  fuch  vain  Treafure  boaft, 

So  difficultly  ^^/»'^  fo  quickly  loft  ? 

For,  late  or  ^4r/r,  all  refign  their  breath, 

And  bend,  fale  Viclims  to  their  Conqttror  Death: 

Each  ^^.v,  each  Age^  Profejfion^  and  Degree, 

Moves  tow'rds  this  Centre  oti  Humanity. 

But  did  they  not  a  farther  Journey  go, 
And  that  to  die  were  all  they  had  to  d»  3 
Cou'd  but  their  Souls  dillolve  as  faft  away, 
As  their  corrupting  Carcases  decay  j 
They  a  covet  Death  to  <f«^  their  frefent  cares ^ 
And  for  prevention  of  their  future  fears : 
They  d  to  the  Grave,  as  an  Afylum  run, 
And  fo;^r^  the  ftroke  which  now  they  wilh  to  fhtm  i 
But  Death  (alas !)  ends  not  their  mifcries, 
The  SouFs  immortal^  tho'  the  Body  dies. 
Which,  foon  as  from  its  Pris  n  of  Clay  enlarg'd, 
At  Heav ns Tribunarsy^-^f^^/rV  or  difchargd. 
Before  an  awful  Pow'r,;/(/?  znd  fevere. 
Round  whofe  bright  head  confuming  flames  appear  5 


The 


(7o) 

The  fhackled  Captive,  dazled  at  his  fight, 
Dejefted  ftands,  and  fhakes  with  wild  afflright. 
While,  withftri(^  fcrutiny,  the  Judge  furveys 
Its  heart,  and  clofe  impieties  difplays. 
The  wretch  conviEled^  does  its  guilt  confefs. 
Nor  hopes  for  mercy ^  for  concealment  lels  j 
While  //<?,  th*  Accufer^  Jt^^ge^  and  IVitnefs  too, 
Damns  it  to  an  Eternity  of  woe  j 
Where,  fince  no  hope  of  an  Appeal  appears, 

Twou'dfain  diflblve  and  drown  it  felfin  tears. 

f 

What  terrors  then  feize  the  forfaken  Soul, 
That  finds  no  Patron  for  a  Caufe  fo  foul  ? 
Then  it  implores  fome  Mountain  to  prevent, 
By  a  kind  cruih,  ixsjhame  Siudpmijhment. 

O  wretched  Soul,  juft  fuilge,  hard  Sentence  too ! 
What  hardened  wretch  dares  fin,  that  thinks  on  Ton  ? 
Vat  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  H^// of  Torments  fhall  in  This  be  found  ? 
With  what  a  Heavn  of  Joys  fhall  That  abound  > 
Here  rich  caeleftialNe6lar  treats  the  Soul ; 
There  Fire  and  Brimftone  crowns  the  flaming  Borvl: 


That^  fiird  with  Mufick  of  th'  Angelick  Quire, 
Shall  each  bleft  Soul  with  Extafies  infpirei 
While  T/^Af  difturb'd,  at  ev'rj'  hideous  yell, 
Shall  in  the  Damn'd  raife  a  new  dread  of  Hell : 
That  knows  noiliarp  excefs  o^cola  or  heat^ 
In  7^^  the  wretches  alwzysfreefe  or  fwe at. 
There  reign  Eternal  Refl,  and  foft  Refofe  j 
Here^  gainful  toil  r\o  end  ot  meafure  knows. 
That^  void  of  grief,  does  nought  affiiclive  fee  \ 
This^  ftill  difturb'd,  from  troubles  never  free, 
O  happy  Ufe !  O  vaft  unequaird  B/ifs ! 
O  Death  SiCcnvs'dl  O  cndlds  Miferies ! 
For  that  or  thh  muft  be  the  doubtfuU  cajl. 
Nor  may  we  throw  agen  when  once  'tis  pall. 
Be  wife  then,  Man,  nor  will  thy  care  be  vain,        ^ 
To  fhun  the  Misery ^  and  the  BHfs  obtain  j     (gain.  ( 
Give  Heav'n  thy  Hearty  if  thou  its  Crown  wou  dll  j 

Aug.  Soliloq.  cap.  3 

what  more  lamentable  and  more  dreadful  c*n  be 
thought  of ^  than  that  terrible  Sentence^  Go?  What 
mere  delightful^  than  that  fleajing  Invitation^ 
Come  ?  They  are  two  words ^  of  which  nothing  can 
be  heard  more  affrighting  xhan  the  One,  nothing 
more  rejoycing  than  the  Other. 


F  4  XV.  My 


<70 


\vid  viy y^cars  fiut/i  mmrmfuj.TJaJ.jin 


(7?) 


XV. 

My  life  is  WAxm  old  with  heavinefs,  and  my 
years  with  mournings  Pfal.  ji.  ii. 

W^'Usxlowring  Star  rul'd  my  unhappy  Birth, 
And  banifh'd  thence  all  days  oieafe  &  mirth  ? 
While  expectation  ftiJl  deludes  my  mind, 
Pleas'd  with  vain  hope  ^om^fmiling  hour  to  find : 
But  ftill  that  fmiling  hour  forbears  to  come, 
ind  fends  a  row  of  Mourners  in  its  room. 
I  hop'd  alternate  courfes  in  each  day. 
And  that  the/o/s^/ tp/rr/V^r  woud  give  way: 
And  as  the  Sun  difpels  the  Clouds  of  Night, 
When  he  to  Heav'n  rell:ores  his  welcom  Lights 
Or  as  the  Moons  kind  infl  ence  brings  again 
The  riling  motion  of  the  low-ebb'd  Main: 
So  I,  with  unfuccesful  Augytrj^ 
Prefag'd  things  yo  04 1  woud  h^ve  them  he  : 
But,  oh !  my  grief  exc^ds  in  length  and  [urn 
The  Widows  Tribute  at  her  HushixncSs Tomb: 
She  J  when  the  Author  cfher  Joy  is  gone . 
[s  twice- fix  months  confin'd  to  mourn  alone  5 

Yet 


(74) 

Yet  the  laft  half  fhe  docs  not,  as  before. 
Hide  her  fmooth  Fore-head  in  a  clofe  Bendore, 
But  all  my  years  are  in  dee^  mourmng  fpent, 
There's  not  a  months  not  onejhort  day  exempt. 
No  rules  give  hounds  or  meafHre  to  my  woes, 
But  their  increafe,  like  the  feign'd  Hydras  grows. 
My  life  fo  much  in  (ighs  and  tears  is  fpent, 
It  minds  that  leafi,  for  which  'twas  chiefly  meant, 

Tis  true,  Storms  often  make  the  Ocean  fwell  5 
But  the  moft  violent  are  Jhortefi  ftill  ^ 
For  when  with  eager  jury  they  engage^ 
*They  lofe  themfelves  in  their  exeefs  of  rage. 
And  when  their  Winter-blafls  difrobe  the  Wood, 
Their  Summer-airs  make  all  the  trefpafs  good : 
Ifthe  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  Parenthefis  of  Joy. 
My  Mufick  is  mfighs  ^n^  groans  expred. 
With  my  own  hands  extorted  from  my  bread  • 
This  fad  diverfion  is  my  (bl^^,  delight, 
My  Mufick  this  by  Day,  my  Song  by  Night. 
How  oft'  have  fighs,  while  I  my  words  confined, 
Broke  Prifon,  and  betray'd  my  troubled  mind  ? 


How^ 


(75) 

How  oft*  have  I  In  tears  confum'd  the  day, 
And  in  complaints  pafs'd  the  long  night  away  ? 
Oft'  you,  my  Friends,  did  my  wild  Griefs  condemn* 
And  I  as  oft'  aflay'd  to  ftiffle  them : 
Let  loofe  the  reins  to  mirth,  you  always  cry'd  j 
To  lofe  the  reins,  (  alas ! )  in  vain  I  try'd : 
For  when  with  laughter  I  a  figh  fuppreft, 
It  rais'd  a  fatal  confli^l  in  my  breaft  j 
And  if  I  wifh  for  fleep  to  ciofe  my  eyes. 
Still  a  frefh  fhowV  that  envy'd  blifs  denies ; 
Then  if  I  ftop  its  courfe,  impetuous  grown, 
'Twill  force  its  way,  and  bear  the  Sluces  down. 
Each  Brook,  whole  ftream  my  tears  have  made  to  rifcj 
Each  fhady  Grove,  fiU'd  with  my  mournful  cries  5 
Each  lonely  Vale,  and  ev  ry  confcious  Hill, 
The  kind  repeaters  of  my  forrows  ftill  i 
Thefe  loiovvthe  troubles  which  I  wifh'd  conceal'd 
Were  by  loud  throbbings  of  my  heart  reveal'd  5 
From  fencelefs  Woods  my  Sorrows  pitty  found. 
The  Ecchoes  oft'  repeat  tho  mournfull  found. 
My  fecret  moans  they  vented  o're  again ; 

Bv  turns  we  wept,  and  did  by  turns  complain. 

4-; 

So,  mov'd  by  'her  Sifter's  lamentable  Note, 
Sad  Philomel  unlocks  her  mournful  throat, 


f^ 


(70 

As  if  the  'enifous  Rivals  were  at  ftrife 

Whofe  tongiie  fliou  d  beft  cxprefe  the  height  of  griefl 

The  widoypd  Turtle  fo  bewails  her  Mate, 

V/ith.  grief  unalterahle^  as  his  Fate, 

And  fo  the  Stars  have  my  fad  life  defign'd. 

That  not  one  minute  fliou'd  be/<?;V  or  kind. 

And  that  my  fbrrows  may  not  find  relief, 
By  wanting  new  occafions  for  my  grief, 
Tis  their  decree,  That,^/  7ny  Infant-breath 
Began  whhjtghsyfo  IJhotidftghto  death. 


Chryfbft, 


(77) 

Chryfoft.  in  Pfal.  115. 

Ought  tPe  not  worthily  to  lament^  who 
are  in  a  jira?ige  Country^  and  ha- 
nifh'd  to  a  Climate  remote  from  our 
Native  Soil? 


DESIRES 


rjS) 


fervent  acJirc  ihatiirTiaih  aUnrayS 


(79) 

DESIRES 

OF    THE 

RELIGIOUS   SOUL. 

BOOK  the  Second. 

L 

M]/  foulbreflkah  oat  for  the, 'Very  fervent  de- 
fire  that  It  hath  always  unto  thy  Jf*^g' 
ments^  Ffal.  cxix.  20. 

W^Hile  Heavn  and  Earth  foliciteme  to  love. 
My  doubtful  choice  is  puzzel'd  vv^^^  t'approve: 
Heav  n  cries,  obey^  while  Earth  proclaims,  he  free : 
Heav'n  urges  dutj^  Earth  pleads  liberty, 
Call'd  hence  by  Heaven,  by  Earth  I'm  call'd  again. 
Toft,  like  a  VefTelon  the  reftlefs  Main  : 
Thefe  diiTrent  L  oves  a  doubtful  Combat  wage, 
And  thus  obftniEi  the  choice  they  wou'd  engage. 
Ah !  tis  enough  5  let  my  long-harraft  mind 
In  the  befi  choice  a  quiet  Haven  find ! 
O  my  dear  God !  Let  not  my  Soul  incline 
To  any  Love,  or  let  that  Love  be  thine  / 


(  8o  ). 

*Tis  true,  'tis  pleafant  to  hsfree  to  chufe, 

And  when  we  wiil^  accept ;  when  not,  refufe. 

Freedom  of  choice  endures  reftralnt  but  ill  5 

'Tis  ufurfatlon  on  th'  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, 

Thii  fcorns  his  Harnefs,  That  ^efies  the  Toak. 

l^ox freedom  in  our  choice  we  count  a  bliis  j 

Eager  to  chnfe,  tho'  oft  we  chufe  amifs. 

So  thejoung  Prodigal,  impatient  grown 

To  manage  his  entire  Eftate  alone. 

Takes  from  his  prudent  Father's  frugal  care 

His  Stocky,  bj  that  improvd  and  thriving  there: 

But  his  own  Steward  made,  with  eager  hafte 

He  does  the  flow-gain' d  Patrimony  wdfle, 

Tillfiarv'd  by  Riot,  and  with  Want  opprefst. 

He  feeds  with  Swine,  himfelf  the  greater  Bead. 

Thus  in  Deftru5lion  often  we  rejoice. 

Pleased  with  our  ruin,  fince  it  was  our  choice. 

How  do  we  weary  Heav  n  with  different  Pray'rsI 

Themedly,  fure,  ridiculous  appears. 

This  begs  a  ^ife,  nor  thinks  a  greater  blilsj 

And  that's  as  earneft  to  be  rid  of  his : 

This 


This  prays  for  Children  3  That  o'er-ftock'd,  repines 
At  the  too  fruitful  Jjfue  of  his  Loins. 
This  asks  his  Father's  days  may  be  frolon^d  3 
That^  if  his  Father  Uves^  complains  hes  wrong'd  : 
Youth  prays  {or good  old  Age^  and  aged  Men      ' 
Wou'd  caft  their  Skins,  and  fain  grow  young  agen. 
Scarce  in  Ten  thoufand  any  Tvpo  agree  3 
Nay,  fbme  difihe  what  they  juft  v;ijh'd  to  he. 
None  know  s  this  minute  what  lie  ought  require. 
Since  evn  the  next  begets  i.ncw  defire. 
So  Women  pine  with  various  Longing-fits, 
When  breeding  l^s  deprav'd  their  Appetites  3 
The  humorfom  impertinent  Difeafe 
Makes  that  which  fleas' d  them  moft,  as  much  diffleafe. 
Oh !  why,  like  them,  grown  reftlefs  with  defire. 
Do  my  vain  thoughts  to  boundlefs  hopes  afpire  ? 
Be  gone  falfe  hopes,  vain  wifhes,  anxious  fears  ! 
Hence,  you  difturbers  of  my  peaceful  years ! 
O  my  dear  God !  let  not  my  Soul  incline 
To  any  Love,  or  let  that  Love  be  thine ! 

Aug.  Sohloq.  cap.  12. 

Allure.  O  Lord^  my  de fires  ixith  that  fweetnefs  which 
thou  hafi  laid  up  for  them  that  fear  thee^  that  I 
may  defire  thee  with  eternal  longi/igs  3  lefi  the  in- 
ward relifihy  being  deceived^  may  mi  flake  bitter  j^' 
fiveetj  andfrveet  for  bitter. 

G  IL  Q  that 


<82> 


r.Sz. 


(S?) 


II. 

0  that  my  ways  tvere  made  fo  direct ^  that  I 
might  keep  thy  Statutes!  Pfal. cxix.  5, 

IN  what  a  maze  of  Erroiir  do  I  ftray, 
M'here  various  paths  confound  my  doubtful  way! 
Tliis^  to  the  right  j  That  to  the  left-hand  lies : 
Here,  Vales  defcend  5  there  fwelling  Mountains  rife  : 
This  has  an  eafie^  That  a  rugged  way  j 
The  treachVy  This  conceals.  That  does  betray. 
But  whither  thefe  fo  diff 'rent  courfes  go, 
Their  wandring  paths  forbid,  tilltry'd,  to  know*. 
AUanders  ftream  a  ftreighter  motion  (leers, 
Tho'  with  himfelf  the -wand  rer  interferes. 
Not  the  ficlitious  Labyrinth    of  old 
Did  in  more  dubious  paths  its  guefts  infold  5 
Here  greater  difBcuIties  ftay  my  feet, 
And  on  each  road  I  thwarting  dangers  meet, 
Nor  I  the  diffVent  windings  only  fear, 
( In  which  the  Artift's  skill  did  mofl  appear : ) 
But,  more  to  heighten  and  increafe  my  dread, 
Darknels  involves  each  doubtful  ftep  I  tread. 

G  2  No 


(§4). 

No  friendly  tracks  my  wandring  foot-iieps  guide. 
Nor  other  feet  th'unirodden  ground  have  try'd. 
And,  tho\  left  on  fome  fatal  Rock  I  run. 
With  out-ftretcht  Arms  I  grope  my  paflage  on  s 
Yet  dare  I  not  through  Night  and  danger  ftray, 
They'  arreft  my  cautious  fteps,  and  ftop  my  way. 
Like  a  ftrange  Traveller  by  the  Sun  forfook, 
And  in  a  road  unknown  by  Night  o'er-took, 
In  vN'hofe  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,  andhishoarfe  voice  does  ftrain," 
In  hope  of  anfwer  from  fome  neighbVing  Swain  3 
While  nought  but  cheating  Eccho  calls  again. 

Oh !  who  will  help  a  wretch  thus  gone  aftray ! 
What  friendly  Star  direft  niy  dubious  way  ? 
A  glorious  Cloud  conducted  IfraeFs  flight, 
By  day  their  cov'rlngy  as  their  guide  by  night. 
The  Eaflern-Kings  found  Bethlem  too  from  hx, 
Led  by  the  fhining  condu8:  of  a  Star  j 
Nor  coud  they  in  their  tedlotu  ]ourney  erry 
fVho  hadfo  bright  a  fellow-traveller » 

Be 


(85) 

Be  thou  m  tefs  propitious.  Lord,  to  me. 
Since  all  my  bus'nefs  is  to  wor/hip  Thee. 
See  how  the  wandring  Croud  miftake  their  way, 
And,  toft  about  by  their  own  error,  ftray  ! 
This  tumbles  head-long  from  an  unfeen  Hill ; 
That  lights  on  a  blind  path,  and  wanders  ftilf. 
With  Hafi,  but  not  Good  fpeed^  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,  w  hofe  boafted  skill, 
Invites  another  to  attend  him  ftill  3 
Till  among  Thorns  or  miry  Pools  they  tread  j 
This  by  his  guide.  That  by  himfelf  m\\kdi. 
Here  one  in  a  perpetual  Circle  moves, 
Another^  there,  in  endlefs  mazes  roves  3 
And  w  hen  he  thinks  his  weary  ramble  done. 
He  finds  (alas !)  he  has  but  ]ujl  begun. 
Thus  ftill,  in  Droves,  the  blinded  Rabble  ftray. 
Scarce  cne  of  thoufands  heeps  or  finds  the  way. 

O  that  my  ways  direfled  were  by  Thee, 
From  the  deceits  of  baneful  Error  free  f 
Till  all  my  motion,  like  a  Darfs,  became 
Swift  as  its  fi^ht,  unerring  as  its  aim, 

G  3  Thit 


(85) 

Tliat  where  thy  Laws  require  me  to  obey, 

I  may  not  loiter^  nor  tniftake  the  way. 

Then  be  Thou,  Lord,  the  Bow^  thy  Law  the  Hloite^ 

And  /  the  Arrow  deftin  d  for  the  flight: 

And  when  thou'rt  pleas'd  to  fhew  thy  greateft  skill. 

Make  me  t\\QpHJh'd  Shaft  t  obey  thy  Will. 


Aug, 


(87) 

Aug.  Soliloq.  cap.  4* 

0  Lord^  who  arP  the  Light,  the  Wny,  the 
Tfufhj  and  the  Life ;  in  whom  there  is 
no  Darkne/^  Error,  Vanity,  or  Deaths 
Say  the  word,  0  Lord,  let  there  he  Lights 
that  I  may  fee  the  Light,  and  fhtin  the 
Darkneji ;  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. 


III.  0  hol^ 


(88) 


(7.  /lO^/d.    l/t^t  ^J     771V    iieifl^J  27t  l/ll' 


(89) 


III. 


0  hold  thou  uf  my  going  in  thy  pathsy  that 
my  footfiefs  pf  not^  Pfal.xvij.  5. 


s 


O  oft  will  me  my  faithlefs  Feet  betray. 
So  often  {tumble  in  fo  plain  a  way  ? 
O  thou,  who  all  our  fteps  from  Heav  n  doft  fee, 
O  hold  me  up,  dear  Lord,  who  lean  on  Thee ! 


The  Stork  inftru6ls  her  timorous  young  to  ftray, 
In  hidden  tracks  through  Hca\''n^  wide  pathleli  way : 
Till  the  apt  Brood,  by  bold  Example  led. 
Perform  the  daring  Flight  they  us'dto  dread. 

Tlie  Eagles  teadi  their  unfledgd  young  to  fly, 
Around  th'  untroden  Regions  of  the  Sky. 
Till  for  their  Aid  they  now  no  longer  care ; 
Butfeailels  row,  with  feather'd  Fins,  thro'  Seas  of  Air. 
Thus  Boys,  w^hen  firfl  they  venture  Streams  unknown, 
On  fpungy  Cork's  light  weight,  fupport  their  ow^n : 
Till  more  improved,  tliey  thtitfirfi  help  throw  by. 
Ambitious  now  alone  the  FKoods  to  try. 

And 


(90 

And  tho'  awliile,  e'er  they  have  pra^lls'd  been, 
Too  often  they'll  imwelcoiTie  draughts  fuck  in  5 
Yet  they,  at  length  by  ufe,  perfection  gain, 
And  fport  and  play,  wide-wandring  in  the  Main. 

Thou,  who  from  Heav'n  obferv'fl  our  fteps  bdoyvy 
See  by  what  arts  thy  Servant  learns  to  go ! 
While  all  my  weight  on  this  ^Ight  Engines  laid, 
I  move  the  wheels  that  do  my  motion  aid. 
Thus  fc^ebk  age,  fupported  bj^a  Cane^ 
Is  tWd  with  that  on  which  'tis  fore  d  to  lean. 
But  tho',  dear  Lord !  ambiguous  terms  I  u(e, 
I  of  no  fiilure  can  my  feet  accufe: 
I  can  perceive  no  imperfe6lion  there^ 
No  rocky  ways,  or  thorny  roads  theyfc^n 
The  weaknefs  of  my  7»/Wdifturbs  me  mod, 
Whofe  languid  jeet  have  all  their  motion  loft : 
All  its  affections  lame  and  hd-ridsn'Cy 
(Thofe  feet,  alas !  wliich  fliou'd  its  mbtion  fteer  j 
When  it  fhou  d  move  in  \'irtues  eafie  road, 
Alas  I  'tis  tir'd  as  foon  as  got  abroad. 
My  frail,  my  bending  Knees  alTiftance  need, 
Weaker  than  Ruflies,  or  the  bruifed  Reed. 
Sometimes,  but  rarelj,  it  renews  the  race, 
j^d eagerly  moves  o??,  a  JeluiV  ^ace : 


But 


(9i) 

Bat,  weary  of  its  jouraey,  fcarce  begun, 
Its  boafted  tkme  is  all  extincl,  as  fcxni 
As  fmoaking  Flax  by  rugged  Whirlwinds  blown. 
Yet,  left  I  ihou  d  too  much  my  Qoth  betray, 
I  force  my  fteps  and  make  feme  little  way  j 
But  then  am  cautious  how  my  Feet  I  guide 
Leaft  they  (hould  chance  to  trip,  or  rove  afide: 
And  the  uncharitable  world  incline 
To  place  it  not  on  Weaknels,  but  on  WJnr. 
My  reehng  fteps  move  an  indented  pace, 
As  'twere  a  Cripple  halting  o'er  a  Race. 
/  w/7/,  /  wont  '^  I  burn,  all  in  a  breath  ; 
And  that's  Icarce  out,  e'er  Im  as  cold  as  death : 
And  then,  impatient  at  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Tir'd  in  the  mid-way,  I  return  again: 
Vet  cannot  then  recover  my  firft  place. 
The  pleaUnt  feat  whence  I  began  my  race. 
Toft,  Hke  a  Ship  on  the  tempeftuous  wave. 
Which  neither  help  of  Sails  nor  Oars  can  lave: 
While  with  new  vain  attempts  I  try  again. 
And  would  repair  the  lo6 1  did  fuftain, 
'The  fmall  fuccefs  too  manifeftly  proves 
My  fruitlefs  labor  in  a  circle  moves. 
Thus  Slaves,  condemned  to  ply  a  toilfom  Mill, 
Repeat  the  fjme  reuiming  motion  ftill: 


Tho' 


(92) 

Tho' ilill  the  refllefs  Engines hurry'd  round, 
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  helow^       ') 
None  but  the  fwlft  and  firong  can  thither  go  5         > 
What  then  fhall  this  my  heavj  Chariot , do  >  j 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  o'ercbme  the  rougheft  way  i 
A  Gyant  s  Feet  move  not  lb  fwift  as  they. 
Thou  with  a  ftep  doft  Eafi  and  fVefi  divide, 
And  oer  the  world,  like  a  Colojf^ts,  ftride. 

But  like  the  Tortoife,  my  dull  Foot's  delay'd. 
Or  rather,  like  the  Crab,  moves  retrogade. 
How  can  I  then  hope  to  that  Co^/  to  run, 
I  make  the  bus'uefs  of  my  life  to  fliun  ? 
But  do  thou,  Lord,  my  trembhng  feet  fuftain, 
Then  I  the  Race  and  the  Reward  fhall  gain. 


AmK 


(9?) 

Amh.  de  fuga  ficuli,  cap.  i. 

Who  amo7ig  fo  many  troubles  of  the 
bodj/y  amofig  fo  vtany  allurements 
of  the  Worldy  can  h^ep  a  fafe  and 
nnerring  conrfe  ? 


IV.  My 


(90 


44^]flcS/i  f7^^77il?let/i  ^^7^  fiar  /cf' 
^/2ec.^a7^dIa^7v  afj^aill  affhv^7id£j: 
77ienls.jE'6alf.iia.  i2c . 


(9S) 


I  V. 

Myfleflj  tremhkth  for  fear  of  thee  y  and  I  am 
afraid  of  thy  Judgments^  Plal.  cxix.  120. 

A  Dread  of  Heavn  was  by  the  Ancients  taught. 
As  the  firft  imprels  on  Man's  infant  thought. 
And  he  who  underftood  it  beft,  has  laid, 
Tis  the  prime  ftep  that  does  to  Wifdom  lead. 
Informed  by  tliis  my  early  childhood  grew. 
And  to  fear  Heavn  was  the  firft  thing  I  knew : 
But  ftill fuch  dark  Oblivion dull'd  my  mind, 
I  could  not  the  repeated  Alfha  find. 
No  ftripes  can  puniih  my  neglectful  aimc. 
Thus  unimprov'd  t*  have  triffled  out  my  time. 
Dull  Boys  by  ftripes  with  Learning  are  infpir'd. 
By  little  fains  ^  with  Indnfiry  acquired: 
When  twice  or  thrice  they  read  their  Letters  o'er. 
They're  as  familiar  as  if  known  before «: 
And  tho'  in  colotir  all  alike  appear. 
Each  is  diftinguiih'd  by  its  CharaBer. 
May  I  not  hope  Age  will  compleat  in  me 
The  eafie  task  of  tender  Infancy  ? 

In 


(9^) 

In  many  things  I  no  In^rnUer  fought, 
Too  apt,  (alas!)  to  pra6lile  them  untaught. 
What  is  not  Tear  as  fbon  imbib'd,  a  B.ule 
So  oft  explain  d  in  Arts  Improving  School  f 
Why  I  fhoud  flighty  ftill  (to  my  fhame)  I>^r, 
And  flight  that  mofi,  which  I  fhoii'd  moft  revere. 
I  fear  Mans  Eye  when  I  wou'd  a(5l  a  Sin, 
But  dread  not  Heav'n^  nor  the^r^^f  Judge  within  : 
For  my  gr of s  Body  I  am  ftill  in  fear. 
But  my  fure  Soul  partakes  iM^f  my  care. 
Thus  filly  Birds  a  harmlels  Siare-croKv  fhun  j 
Yet  boldly  to  the  fatal  Lime-tmgs  run. 
The  Royal  Stag  thus  Feathers  frighten  more, 
Than  the  full  cry  of  Plounds,  that's  juft  before. 
Thus  the  fierce  Lion,  of  falfe  fires  afraid, 
Flies  to  the  To///,  in  which  he  is  betrayed. 
Such  vanity  has  mens  dark  minds  o'erfpread. 
That  lefs  the  Thunder  than  the  Clap  tliey  dread , 
Think  Hell  a  Fable,  an  invented  name, 
And  count  its  Fire  a  harmeiefs  lamher>t  flame. 
^^'ith  brutifh  rage  to  blackeft  ills  they  run, 
And  never  fear  the  wickednefs,  till  done : 
But  tho'  this  fear  did  not  their  Crimes  prevent^ 
Twill  come,  too  fure,  to  be  their  punlfhment. 
*Then  with  llrange  frights,  from  their  loftfenfesdxWny 
Their  reftlels  thoughts  run  on  offended  Heav'n : 

Then 


(97) 

Then  fudden  fears  their  watchful  Thoughts  allarni;^ 
And  call  them  from  their  lonely  beds  to  arm ,         f 
While  their  own  fhadows  only  do  them  harm.       v 
Each  httle  thing  s  fo  magnify'd  by  fear, 
They  dread  a  Lion,  when  a  Moufe  they  hear. 
If  in  the  night  they  hear  a  gentle  breeze 
Begin  to  whifper  in  the  murmuring  Trees, 
With  hair  ereft,  and  cold  unnatural  fweat, 
They  fhrink  beneath  the  confcious  Coverlet. 
What  do  they  then,  when  glaring  Light nl/igs  fly. 
And  hdlowmg'Thfin^ers  roll  along  the  Sky  ? 
They  think  each  flafli  a  Meifenger  of  death. 
And  at  each  cracky  defpair  of  longer  breath  5 
At  every  noife  they  in  new  fears  engage, 
And  ruine  from  each  accident  prefage. 
Nay,  e'en  of  Silence,  and  its  felf  afraid. 
-The  troubled  minds  eternally  difmay^d  ;- 
Such  puniihments  att'end  afflicting  guilt. 
Which  nevei-  pain  like  its  own  torments  felt. 
*ThM.<  tYcmhling  Cain  dreads  from  each  hand  he  fees 
The  fate  his  injur  d  Brother  had  from  his. 
His  crimfon  Soul,  with  AbelV  A^arther  fiaind^ 
Sri  11  with  the  bloody  Scene  is  entertain  d. 
No  more  fevere  corredion  waits  on  lin, 
Than  its  unbrib'd  upbraider  ftill\vicbin= 

H  Then 


(82) 

Then  with  thy  Darts,  Lord,  frighteft  me  from  ill, 
My  Fury  wants  this  kind  reftri£lion  ftill. 
Fear  timely  comes  i^efore  a  fault's  begun^ 
He  fears  too  late,  ^^t  fears  not  till  'tis  done. 


Bernard 


(8j) 


Bernard.  Serm,  26. 


The  holy  Pfalmift  defives  wifely  to  be 
fmitten^  and  healthfully  to  be  woun- 
ded^ when  he  frays  to  be  transfix  d 
with  the  fear  of  God  i  for  that  fear 
is  an  excellent  Dart^  that  wounds 
and  dejiroys  the  lujis  of  th»  Flejh^ 
that  the  Spirit  ntay  be  fafe. 


H2  V.  Otur;^ 


(  i°o  ) 


O  hwrv  (^wo}^  7/117 ic.  eycS     Ica^l 


T.  i0o 


(lOl) 


0  turn  away  mint  eyes,  iefi  they  khold  vA'- 
mtjf  Pfal.  cxix.  37. 

IN  my  high  Capitof  two  Gentries  ftill 
Keepconftant  wicfit  to  guard  the  Citadel: 
l^fixdox  Tvandring  Stars ^  I  do  not  know, 
Tho'  either  epithet  becomes  them  too  y 
Each  from  its  Duty  is  in  ftraggling  loft, 
Yet  each  maintains  immovaiflji  its  Poft  5 
Both fwift  of  motion^  yet  bothj^.vV  remains 
Whsit  Sampfin  this  dark  Riddle  can  explain > 

Ev'n  Toffi  my  £jesy  are  thefe  mj/fterioHS  Stars, 
Fix'd  in  my  head,  yet  daily  -tvanderers : 
Who  plac'd  in  that  exalted  Tovp'r  of  mine, 
Like  Torches  in  fome  lofty  Pharos  fhine  3 
Or  hke  two  Watch-men  on  fome  riling  place. 
View  every  near,  and  every  diftant  pais. 
Vet  yoq  to  me  lefs  gonftant  prove  by  far. 
Than  thofe  kind  Guides  to  their  Obfervcrs  arc  \ 

H3  Their 


(86) 

Their  favours  only  with  themfelves  expire, 
Unlefs  the  hand  that  gave,  recalls  their  fire. 
You,  like  mad  Steeds,  too  headftrong  for  the  Reiii, 
Will  let  no  pow'r  your  wandring  courfe  reftrain ; 
ToH^  by  whofe  guidance  we  Ihou'd  danger  fhun, 
Betray  us  to  the  Rocks  on  which  we  run. 
Thus  wandring  Bina^  led  hyyonrfalfe  light ^ 
Expos'* d  her  Honour,  to  oblige  her  Sight, 
Thus,  while  Jeffides  view'dtiie.bathingDamc, 
What  ceold  her  heat,  k^ttdledin  him  aflame. 
Thus  gazing  on  the  Hebrew  Matrons  eyes, 
Made  the  Affyrian's  head  her  eafie  prize. 
Thus  the  fond  Elders,  by  thftvc  fight  milled, 
Purfu'd  the  joys  of  a  forbidden  Bed  ; 
Nor  ootid  their  luflfnl  flame  he  difpojfefi. 
Till  with  ajhow'r  of  weighty  ft  ones  fuppreft. 

More  ruin'd  Souls  by  thefe  falfe  guides  are  loll:. 
Then  fhipwreck'd  Veffels  on  the  rockieft  Coafl. 

Then  happy  he,  happy  alike  and  wife. 
Who  made  a  timely  covnant  with  his  eyes? 
And  happier  he  who  did  his  guards  disband. 
Torn  from  their  Polls  by  his  wife  fearlefs  hand  / 


So 


(87) 

So  ill,  f^lfe  CentrUs,  you  your  charge  perform, 
You  favour  thefurfriz^^  that  fliou*d  the  Cdmf  Allarm. 
Did  you  for  this  the  Cafitol  obtain  ? 
For  this  the  charge  of  the  chief  C aft le  gain  ? 
That  you  have  thus  t  inferior  Earth  betray  d, 
Man^s  lofty  Soul,  for  nobler  Objecls  made  ? 
And  do  not  rather  raife  his  thoughts  on  high. 
Above  the  ftarry  Arches  of  the  Sky  ? 
That  Theatre  will  entertain  his  hght 
With  various  Scenes  of  fuitable  dehght  .* 
But  you  are  more  on  Earth  than  Heavn  intent. 
And  your  induftrious  fearch  is  downward  bent. 

What  fhall  I  doe,  (mcejiou  unruly  grow, 
And  will  no  limits,  no  confinement  know  ? 
Oh  !  fhut  the  wandrer's  up  in  endlefs  night, 
Or  with  thy  hand,  dear  God,  contrail  their  fight. 


Aug.  Soliloq.  cap.  4^ 

^oe  to  the  blind  eyes  that  fee  not  Thee,  the  Sun  that 
enlighteyfi  both  Heaven  and  Earth !  woe  to  the  dim 
eyes  that  can-not  fee  Thee  /  tvoe  to  them  that  turn 
away  their  eyes  from  beholding  Truth  !  woe  to  them 
that  turn  not  away  their  eyes  from  beholdingYzxnty ! 


H  4  VI.  0  Let 


(1^4) 


OiUhnyheartheSmLnCini  tky 
\Statwtej,  thatlbenota^tiwneiL 


(»oO 


vr. 

0  let  my  heart  be  found  in  thy  Statutes ^  that 
I  he  not  ajhamedy  Pfal.  cxix.  8  9. 

COu'd  I  but  hope  my  Face  wou'd  pleafe  my  T^ear^ 
Thatfkoxidht  all  my  huinefs^dXl  my  care  : 
My  firft  concern  fhou*d  for  Comflexien  be. 
The  next^  to  keep  my  Skin  from /r^r^fj  free: 
No  help  of  y^r^,  or  Induftry  Td  want, 
No  Beautj-water^  or  improving  P^/wf. 
My  Drejfwg-hoxes  fhou'd  with  Charms  dhound^ 
To  make  decay  d  oldflejh  ktmyoung  and  found : 
With  Si^aniflj-ypQol^  red  as  the  blooming  i?<?y?. 
And  Cerfijje,  w^hiter  than  the  Mountain  Snows  : 
With  all  the  Arts  thsit  ft^diom  Virgins  know. 
Who  on  their  Beauty  too  much  pains  beftoWo 
Then  I'd  corre6l  each  error  by  my  Glafs, 
Till  not  one  fault  were  found  in  all  my  face. 
If  on  my  brow  one  hair  amifs  I  fpy'd, 
That  YcryHair  fhou'd  foon  be  rectify 'd. 
l{df^/l  my  Ejes,  how  loudly  Td  complain 
Till  they  their  wonted  Lf^ftre  wore  again 

Should 


(90) 

Should  but  one  wrinkle  in  my  Face  appear, 
I'd  cry,  What  means  this  favvcy  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  fmalleft  ff^^rt  thereon  flioud  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  %  you. 
Thus  every  Grace  which  Nature  has  deny'd, 
By  Arfs  kind  help  ihou*d  amply  be  fupply'd : 
With  Curls  and  Locks  I  wou'd  adorn  my  head, 
And  thick  with  Jewels  my  gay  TrefTes  fpread  : 
With  double  Pearls  Td  hang  my  loaded  ears, 
Whilft  my  white  neck  vaft  Chains  of  Rubles  wears. 
Thus  I  among  the  falrefl  wou'd  be  feen. 
And  dare  vie  Beauty^  ev  n  with  Sheba's  ^een. 

But  oh  '  no  fuch  vain  toys  affeft  your  mlndy 
Thefe  meet  with  no  admirers^  but  the  bllnd^ 
Who  imDrefs  feek  Obje6ls  of  their  love. 
Which  cnceput  off,  the  Beauties  too  remove, 
■  Thus  the  fond  Crowd's  caught  by  digay  attire-) 
The  only  thing  indeed  they  find  t'admire. 


But  Toti^  my  Love,  no  borrorvd  Beauties  prize. 
No  artificial  Charms  attra6l  your  eyes. 


Dear 


(90 

Dearas  jo/zr  ow/t,  you  X2Xq  2i  jpotlefs  hearty 
And  for  its  fake  accept  each  other  fart. 

Oh  that  my  heart  unfpotted  were,  and  free 
From  every  tindure  of  impurity  ! 
Then  in  your  favour  I  fhou'd  make  my  boaft, 
And  hate  each  ftain  by  rvhlch  it  might  he  lofl, 

Hugo  de  S.  ViS^  in  Arrha  animse. 

O  bafe  and  filthy  ffots^  ivhy  doe  jfOH  flicks  fo  long  i? 
Begone^  depart^  and  frefume  no  more  to  offend  my 
Beloveasjtght, 


Chryfoft. 


(io8) 


CaniC'  niyr£clav-edj  let  uJ  go 
J?rtftiritxT  the  JField^rict 
*r^v<  ^Mrdt/e  in  tlieO^iUaoeJ 


(top) 


XV. 

Come  fHy  Beloved  J  let  tis  go  forth  into  the 
Fields^  kt  m  lodge  in  the  FillagtSj  Cant, 
vij.  II. 

COme,come,  my  Zot^^^t's  leave  the  bufic  throng, 
Wc  trifle  here  our  precious  time  too  long. 
Come,  let  ushaften  to  fome  Fie  Id  or  Grove^ 
The  fittefi  Theatres  for  Scenes  of  Love. 
Strong  Walls  and  Gates  the  City  guard,  'tis  true, 
Bnt  tvhat  fecures  it  thut,  confines  fV  too. 
We'll  reap  the  pleafures  of  the  oj^en  Fields 
Which  doQsfecurity  with  freedom  yield. 
For  there's  /  know  not  what,  fo  fafe,  fo  dear 
I'th'  Country,  as  we  ne'er  fhou'd  light  on  here 
What  tho'  the  City-Toiv'rs  the  Clouds  invade, 
Andoer  the  Fields  proie6i:  their  lofty  Ihade? 
Yet  thence  Content  has  made  a  fir  retreat. 
And  chofe  the  humble  Cottages  its  feat  5 
(  Where  fomething  more  divinely  fw^eet  they  breath, 
Altho'all  Thatch  above,  all  Earth  beneath.) 

There 


^94) 

There  the  remoteft  Solitudf  cn]oys 
Thebleffmg  of  n^ore  quiet,  and  iefs  nolfe, 
Ck)methen,  nr/Love,  and  let's  retire  from  hence^ 
And  leave  this  hujte  fond  impertinence. 
Sec  I  ev  n  the  Cities  cHeft  Son  and  Heir, 
Who  gets  his  Gold,  his  dear-lpv'd  Idol,  there ; 
Yet  in  the  Country  Ipends  his  Citj-gains, 
And  makes  itspleafure  recompenee  his  fains : 
And  tho'  the  City  h^shis  fMc\voice, 
The  Country  ever  is  his  frppate  choice. 
Here  ftill  the  Eich,  the  M'/e,  and  the  Great^ 
Unbend  their  minds  in  a  iecure  retreat  5 
And  Heavens  free  Canopy  yields  more  dehght 
Th2LVi  guilded  Roofs  and  Fret-workjto  the  fight. 
Nor  cm  fenced  Cities  keep  the  mind  in  peace, 
So  well  as  open  guar  diefs  Villages. 
Come  then,  my  Love,  let's  from  the  City  haft, 
Each  minute  we  fpend  there,  is  (b  much  vvalle. 

I  have  a  Country-Farm,  whofe  fertile  ground 
Soft  murmuring  Brooks  and  chry ftal  Streams  furroundj 
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  thouglits  as  quickly  <^s  thy  fight. 

Here 


(9-5) 

Here  in  the  fliades  I  will  my  Bear  cards. 
At  leifure  to  receive  my  kind  Addrefs. 
Here,  from  the  City  and  its  Tumults  free, 
I  fhall  enjoy  more  than  my  felf,  in  Thee, 
As  o'er  our  Heads,  drels'd  in  tbeir  leavy  State, 
The  amorous  Turtle  wooes  his  faithful  Mate. 
No  bus'nefs  fhall  invade  our  pleafure  here. 
No  rude  difhirber  of  our  Joys  appear.     . 
Here  thou  thyfecret  fajftons  fhalt  reveal. 
And  whilper  in  my  ear. the  pleafing  tale  s 
While  in  requital  I  dilclofe  my  flame. 
And  in  the  favVing  Shades  conceal  my  fhame. 
Oh !  cou'd  I  fee  that  happy  happy  day ! 
I  know  no  blils  beyond,  for  which  to  pray. 
Then  to  the  Country  let  us,  Dear,  repair. 
For  love  thrives  be  ft  in  the  clear  opert  air. 

Hieron.  Ep.  ad  Hefiod.  i. 

PFkit  iloft-  thou  ?  how  long  doe  the  (hadows  of  the  hufes 
confine  thee  ?  how  long  does  the  Prifon  of  the  fmoal^y 
City  Jhut  thee  ;//?  f  Believe  me,  I  fee  fome  greater 
Light,  and  am  refolvd  to  throw  off  the  Burthen  of 
'he  Flefk,  and  fly  to  the  jplendor  of  the  purer  air. 


Vin.  Draw 


(112) 


^Dranr  mcj  rv^e  wHi  riin^tcr 


.bficc  f^/^  t/icSaimiLr^  (rf  tliy^ 


Cant  I 'J' 


PudA^l 


(II?) 


vni. 

Draw  me^  we  mil  run  After  thee^  (Jn  the  fit- 
vour  of  thy  Oyntments^  Cant.  i.  J^ 

SEE  how  my  feeble  Limbs,  now  giv'n  in  vain, 
Increafe  the  burthen  which  they  (houdfi^fiatfit 
While,  M^eary  of  my  hated  Hfe,  I  lie, 
A  faint  refemtlaiice  of  .what  once  was  I. 
My  head,  depVeft  with  its  own  weight,  hangs  fow^ 
And  to  themfelves  my  Limbs  a  burthen  grow. 
In  various  pofiures  ftill  I  feek  for  cafe, 
But  find  at  laft  not  any  one  to  pleale. 
Now.  I  wou'd  rlfi^  no<v  wifh  my  k\£  in  hedy 
'Now  with  my  hands  fupport  my  drooling  he  ad: 
Now  on  my  back^^  now  on  my  face  I  he, 
And  now  for  reft  on  either  fide  I  try  : 
And  when  my  bed  I've  tumbled  reftlcfs  o  ef. 
I'm  ftill  th'  fineafte  wretch  I  was  before. 
Thus  hindered  by  my  ojvn  Infirn^itj^ 
Tho'  fain  I  tvou/d,  I  cannot  follorv  thee. 
Then  wilt  thou  go,  and  leave  me  dying  here  ? 
Is  this  thy  kindnefs,  this  thy  love,  my  Dear  ? 
r  And  do  I  then  (o  gi'eat  a  burthen  grovr. 
Thou  wilt  not  ftay  till  I  can  with  thee  go  ? 

j  Thv^ 


("4) 

Thus  Soldiers  from  their  mounded  Comrades  fly 

At  an  allarm  of  any  danger  nigh. 

Vnnatrd  Mothers  thus  their  Bahes  difclaim, 

Urg'd  CO  the  fin  by  Poverty  or  Shame. 

Stretch,  Lord,  thy  hand,  and  thy  iveakjollower  meet, 

Or  if  not  reach  thy  hand,  yQt  fiay  thy  feet. 

The  grateful  Storks  bears  o'er  the  fpacious  Flood 
listed  Dam,  and  triumphs  in  the  load  : 
The  Doe  flipports  her  tender  fwlmmerswei^t y 
And  minds  /?<?;^yf/f"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  rd  not  hinder  or  retard  your  hafte, 
But  gently  draw,  and  I  {hall  follow  faft : 
Tho'  falln , and  fainting  now,  a  little fpace 
Shall  make  me  out-ftrip  the  Winds  impetuous  race. 
Nor  fliall  you  Violence  need  to  force  me  on, 
Free  and  unurgd.  Til  clofe  behind  you  run. 
As,  -when  at  your  command  the  Net  levas  cafi^ 
The  willing  Fijh  lea^t  in  mth  eager  hafte  ; 
And,  unconcerned,  their  own  deflruEtion  fought^ 
So  much,  'twas  their  amkition  to  be  caught. 

Pleafure  and  Senfe  do  all  Mankind  mifguide, 
Some  by  their  Byes,  fome  by  their  Ears  are  ty'd. 

Ifeek 


("5) 

1  feek  not,  Lord^  my  Eyes  or  Ears  to  pleafe, 
111  Arabian  Sweets  fute  beft  with  my  DIfiafe, 
Thy  Trejfes  of  the  balmy  S^iknard  fmell. 
And  from  thy  Head  the  richeft  Ojls  diftiJl. 
Choice'/r^^J^^^f  iVf ;?? j  from  thy  lov'd  Temples  floW, 
And  on  thy  Lij^s  eternal  Rofes  grow. 
Thou  breath  ft  the  Odors  of  the  fficy  Eaft, 
In  Mjrrhy  Dew  thy  fragrant  ^^r^j  aredreft. 
Thy  IvVy  Neck^  fweats  richeft  Frankincenfe, 
And  evrj  part  does  foine  r^r^  /r^«/^  difpence. 
Whatever  Perfumes  in  the  vaft  ^or/^  are  found, 
In  a  rich  Compound  mix'd,  in  Thee  abound. 
Juft  fuch  a  noble  fmell,  and  rich  Perfume  ^ 

Was  ^t  of  old  fiird  the  blefi  Virgins  Room^  V 

When  Thou,  the  Flowr  <?f  Jefle,  begah'ft  to  blootti.  3 

Oh !  might  this  Odor  blefs  my  longing  Senfe, 
How  wou'd  it  cure  my  feeble  Impotence  ! 
1  foon  fliou'd  conquer  all  my  languifhment, 
And  iwiftly  follow  the  attraSlivefcent^ 
And  my Companionsi^t lamecourfe won d move, 
A  s  the  whole  floe k^w aits  on  tWanointed  Dove,    ■ 

Gilbert,  in  Cant.  Hom  .18. 

Love  //  a  Cord  that  holds  f  aft,  and  draws  affe^imate-^ 
ly,  Tvhofe  words  arefo  many  allurements.  Nething 
holds  f after  than  the  band  of  LoY^;  nothing  attra^s 
more  power  fully, 

I  2  IX.  0  thiit 


(ii6) 


Suchd  t^c  hTaSbctfmv7fia/icrw/icn  I 

ydlshcni/driei-h ciesjiiscd.  Cant. S.i.   ' 
^ _^       p.itf. 


(ii7) 


IX. 


0  that  thou  wert  ^  my  Brother^  that  fucked, 
the  breajls  of  my  Mother  ;  when  I  Jhould 
find  thee  without ^  I  would  kifs  thee,  yet  I 
jhould  9i0t  be  defpifedy  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  Ohfcurity. 
Vet,  tho'  my  Blood  wou  d  be  a  (lain  to  Thlne^ 
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  Breaft, 
The  fame  which  I  before  have  often,  preft : 
A  Brother  fuch  wou'd  my  Ambition  chufe, 
l{ Elder,  I  thy  converfe  mufl  refufe. 
My  Life  I  be  bom  again,  and  let  me  lee. 
Dear  Child,  thofe  happy  Cradles,  bleft  by  Thee. 
Children  have  pretty,  pleafant,  charming  Arts, 
Above  the  flder  firt^  to  win  our  Hearts » 

I  3  An4 


(ii8) 

And  tho'  each  Age  wou'd  its  own  merit  prove, 
C hi Mhood IS  {{ill  moll:  prevalent  in  Love: 
Ev  n  he  who  tames  the  world,  tho'  cahn  and  mild 
His  Face  appear — ev'n  Love  himfelf's  a  chl/d. 
Wer't  thou  a  Boy,  dreft  in  thy  infant  charms 
Unblam'd,  I'd  clalp  theeclofely  in  my  Arms. 
My  Life !  be  born  again,  and  let  me  fee, 
Dear  Child,  Thofe  happy  Cradles,  bled  by  Thee: 
Then  I  fhou'd  have  Thee  to  my  felf  alone, 
Norblam'd,  norcenfur'd  if  1113^  Love  were  known. 
My  Arms  all  day  ihoiiM  bear  thy  grateful  weight, 
And  be  thy  fafe  enclofure  all  the  night. 
When  thy  foft  Cheeks  or  ruddy  Lips  I'd  kifs, 
Ko  fear  or /hame  fliou'd  interrupt  the  Wifs  i 
For  none  a  Sifters  kindjiefs  can  upbraid. 
At  leaft  when  to  an  Infant-Brother  paid : 
And  tho'  on  thy  foft  Lips  long  time  Td  dwell, 
Sure  a  chafte  kifs  can  never  be  but  rvelL 
O  that  you  d  hear,  ye  gentle  Pow'rs  above. 
And  to  my  Brother  thus  transform  my  Love ! 
That  thou,  myDe^,  my  Brother  woud'll:  become. 
Dear  as  the  OfF-fpring  of  my  Parents  JVomb. 
Then  all  my  Vows,  then  all  my  Thanks  Td  pay, 
Blefs  the  glad  change,  and  hail  the  welcom  Bay. 
What  wou  d  I  do  to  make  my  tranfport  known  ? 
What  wou'd, I  do  i  vA\^i\NO\idil  leave undortef 

How 


("9) 

How  oft  wou'd  I,  byftealth,  ev'n  rohen  forbid^ 
Sund  all  night  Gentry  by  the  Cradl^^Ade  ? 
How  num'rous  fhou'd  my  fervices  become  ? 
Ev'n  till,  perhaps  you  thought  em  troublefbm : 
For  when  my  Mother  took  thee  from  the  breail, 
Aiy  arms  fhou'd  with  the  next  remove  be  bleft  : 
Or  if  fhee  d  have  thee  bom  to  take  the  Air, 
I'd  dill  my  felf  the  grateful  burthen  bear. 
Or  wou  d  fhe  have  thee  in  the  Cradle  lie, 
Sing  thee  to  fleep,  arid'then  fit  watching  by : 
If  fhe  to  take  the  lavd  employment  went 
My  eager  hafie  fhou  d  her  dejtgn  prevent : 
But  when  fhe  fhou  d  intruft  thee  to  my  care, 
And  going  forth,  leave  me  to  tend  mj  Dear  ; 
How  great  wou  d  be  the  pleafure  of  my  charge  ? 
How  wou  d  I  then  indulge  ray  felf  at  large  ? 
Thy  Mantle  foon  I  foftly  wou'd  remove. 
Eager  t'enjoy  the  obje6l  of  my  Love  5 
And,  favoured  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  brcafl  5 
And  then  fo  lightly  I  w^ou'd  fteal  a  kifs^ 
It  fhoud  not  interrupt  thy  Jleepng  blifs. 
Then,  Dear^  bepleas'd  sifecond  Birth  t'allow. 
That  on  thy  Chffkj  my  lips  may  pay  their  vow,^ 

1 4  fitii 


<I2o) 

^^d  as  thy  growth  renders  thy  Organs  ftrong. 
And  thou  beginn'ft  to  ufe  thy  loofiied  tongue  j 
Then  thou,  rny  Love^  fhalt  my  fmall  Pupil  be, 
And.  as  Ifpeal^  fhalt  ftammer  after  me : 
And  when  thou  doft  the  help  of  Arms  refufe, 
And  dar'fl  attempt  th'  alTifting  JVand  to  ufe, 
ni  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  ftumbliftg  Charge  fhall  meet  $ 
Pl eas'd  with  ^fie^uent  Opj^ort unity 
Of  thus  receiving  and  embracing  Thee : 
Nor  fhall  I  any  Recommence  regard, 
Thepleafing  Service  is  its  own  ReTvard, 


Bonavent. 


Bonavent.  Soliloq.  cap.  i. 

I  was  ignorant^  0  fweet  Jefu^  that  thy 
Embraces  were  fa  pleafait^  thy 
Touch  fa  delightful^  thy  Ctn^erfa^ 
tion  fo  dwerting ,  for  when  I  touch 
Thee,  lamch^Ln  j  whenI:cccivQ 
Thee,  I  am  dWivgin, 


X.  By 


fl52) 


^^y^^hlm  77iy  l^cdjs^tt^ht  /iwi  7irhcm 
^jr  SiTjil /^'k'fAl^t^/it  hwt^  hut  £ 
fr^ifid  him  nh^.tanh.^.t. 


(I2J) 


X. 

By  night  on  my  Bedy  I  fought  him  whom  my 
Soul  lovethy  I  fought  htm^  but  I  found 
him  not^  Cant.  iij.  i. 

I  Treat  not  of  inferior'  mortal  fires. 
But  chafiefi  Jtghs,  and  more  fMme  dejlres  j 
As  Bodies,  fo  the  Minds  their  flames  receive. 
But  ftill  the  groffer  for  the  Bodies  leave. 
The  generous  Fire  that  warms  the  Soul,  does  prove 
And  that  alone,  the  pleaiing  Charms  of  Love. 
What  nobler  flames  the  lofty  Minds  infpire  \ 
Hovvr  are  they  rais  d  to  more  reiin'd  defire ! 
In  what  Divine  Embraces  do  they  join ! 
What  holy  Hands  their  mutual  Contra6h  fign  \ 
How  dear  the  Joys  of  that  chad  Genial  Bed  ! 
With  what  tinfpeakable  Delights  'tis  fpread ! 
Where  the  pleas'd  Soul  m  her  Beloveds  Arms, 
And  he  in  hers,  gaze  on  each  others  Charms. 
The  Bed  on  which  fuch  happy  lovers  reft, 
Is  dofwny  peace  in  its  orvn  quiet  blefi. 


(  1 24  ) 

Here  I  was  wont,  when  care  drove  deep  away; 
Pregnant  with  thought,  to  watch  the  dawning  day] 
Here  the  dear  He  that  ftole  my  Virgin-heart 
Did  oft  to  me  his  Bofom-cures  impart. 
Then,  then  a  Sacred  flame  my  Soul  pofleft. 
And  no  leis  heat  reign  d  in  his  amorous  bread : 
Then  filent  Love  did  all  our  Thoughts  imploy 
Tho*  dumb,  our  Eyes  difcours'd  in  Tears  of  Joy. 
But  novp^  nor  know  I  why,  my  Love's  eilrang'd, 
I  fear  fbme  fault  of  mine  his  Mind  has  chang'd  : 
For,  a  whole  day  he  has  not  blell  my  fight, 
Nor  (  Tvhlch  he  ever  us'd)  retufn'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  griev  d  abfence  fpent  i 
Twas  now  the  dead  low  ebb  of  deepeft  Night, 
And  gentle  fleep  had  lock'd  my  drowfy  Sight. 
When  a  loud^^oicefurpriz'd  my  tremWing  Ear, 
And  caird,  Rife-,flfiggard^  fee  your  Love's  not  here. 
Straight  I  awake,  and  rub  my  fleepy  eyes, 
Then  the  forfaken  Houfe  I  fill  with  aies : 
Sleep'fl  thou,  mj  Love  ?  but  anfwer  I  had  nonq, 
For  He^  (alas ! )  to  whom  I  fpoke,  vjzsgone. 
Soon  with  a  lighted  Torch  his  fteps  I  trace. 
And  wifh  I  ne'er  had  feen  them  nor  his  Face. 

Ther> 


(I20 

Then  on  the  guiltlefs  Bed  begin  t'exclaini, 

Ask  where  my  Love  is,  and  it's  filence  blame, 

Diflrafted  then  I  fearch  the  Chamber  round. 

But  what  I  fought  was  no  where  to  be  found. 

What  Tumults  then  were  rais'd  within  my  bread. 

Who  once  on  Peaces  downy  Bed  did  reft  ? 

What  raging  ftorms  then  toft  my  troubled  mind, 

Unus'd  to  Tempefts  of  fo  fieixe  a  kind  '. 

With  pain  my  heavy  Eyes  to  Heav  n  I  raile. 

And  fcarce  my  Lips  can  open  in  its  praife  5 

My  former  ftrength  in  (acred  Conflifts  fails. 

And  what  was  once  rnj  /portj  my  Soul  bewails: 

For  while  fuccels  aow  n'd  my  untroubled  head. 

On  Goldea  Peace  I  made  my  eafie  Bed  : 

Then,  like  a  hoafting  Soldier,  raw  and  ypung. 

Who  always  is  viftorious  with  his  tongue, 

I  wiih'd  to  exercife  ibme  Tyrants  rage. 

Or  in  fome glorious  hazard  I'd  engage. 

So  warm  a  heat  within  my  blood  did  play. 

While  on  the  eafie  Bed  of  Peace  I  lay : 

But  when  this  hat  forfook  me  with  my  Loz'e, 

Colder  than  Scythian  Frofis  my  Blood  did  prove. 

So  FioTp'rs,  which  gentle  Zephyrs  kindly  rear. 

Nipt  by  cold  Frofis,  decay  and  dilappear  : 

So  Lamps  bum  bright,  while  Oyl  maintains  their  fire. 

But  as  rW  ceafe?,  languifh  and  expire. 

Absl 


(I26) 

Alas !  my  Love^  I  fought  thee  in  my  Bed, 
Who  on  the  Crofs  hadft  laid  thy  weary  head  : 
Feace  was  my  Bed,  while  the  curft  Crofs  was  7%he, 
I  fliou*dhave  fbnght  Thee  by  that  fatal  fign. 
Much  time  I  loft  in  feeking  thee  around, 
But  fought  thee  where  thou  wert  not  to  be  found. 


Greg, 


(l27) 

Greg,  in  Ezek.  Horn.  19. 

Then  rve  may  be  faid  to  fee\oHr  Be- 
lo'z/ed  in  Bed^  when  being  amnfed 
with  any  little  fort  of  a  Rejiin  this 
prefent  Life^  Tve  yet  ftgh  after  our 
Redeemer.  We  feel{him  in  the  Nighty 
becanfetho  then  the  Soul  is  wahjng^ 
yet  the  Eye  is  fiill  in  darhpefs. 


XL  IrviU 


(128) 


Jrm//  rue  arid  ^a  oL-oiit  i/ic^  City  tn  i/ic 
Si^cclS ^  and  ifi  f/m  Ir^c^ad  7i\iyj^  T  7vill 
Sl'cL  hini  7i'/ic77t  77iy  Send  lcn:ct/i;Tj(nt^^t 
him  I'utJfcriind  /lim  Ticrt.  C^ant.  ?  .  z-. 


(  »29) 


XI. 

/  Will  rife^  andgo  about  the  Citj  in  theJIreetSy 
and  in  the  hroad  ways  Imllftekhim  rvhom 
my  Soulloveth  :  I  fought  him^  but  I  found 
him  not y  Cant.  iij.  2. 

AT  laft,  tho'  Ute^  my  Error  does  appear, 
Had  Ifearch'd  roe II I  fure  hzA  found  my  Dear, 
I  thought  him  wrapt  in  fofc  repofe,  in  Bed^ 
Ealing  \i\s  troubled  breafl^  and  weary  He  ad -^ 
But  there  (alas  I )  my  Love  I  cou'd  not  find, 
A  harder  Lodging  was  for  him  deiign'd. 

Alas  1  my  Life,  alas !  what  fliall  I  do  ? 
How  can  I  reft  or  fleep  depriv'd  oCToh  ? 
No,  tho' a  thoufand  Rivers  murmVing  noiie 
Shou'd  court  me  to  it  with  one  lulling  voice  \ 
Nor  tho'  as  many  whifpVing  Gro-ues  confpire, 
And  join  the  Mufick  of  their  feather  d  ^ire, " 
Scarce  clofe  my  weary  Eyes,  with  Cares  oppr6ft> 
When  Sorrow  ruflies  in,  and  breaks  my  reft,     ^ 
My  Eyes,  my  Thoughts  no  Night  admit,  but  when 
I  tolTing  lie,  -each  tedigus  hour  feems  ten 

•       K  *f 


(IJO) 

If  ever  flecp  indulge  my  mifery,' 
My  (leffing  thoughts  2LKt  all  imploy'd  on  Theei 
Why  then  fhou  d  wretched  I  feek  reft  in  vain, 
Since  deep  (b  oft  denies  to  eaie  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  dearefi  OhjeFl  of  my  Eyes  and  Mittd : 
No  place  efcapes  me,  none  fo  private  lies, 
To  cheat  th'enquiry  of  my  cttriom  Eyes. 
The  eager  Hound  thuscloic  his  Game  purfucs  j 
While  the  rvarmfcent  dire6ls  his  ready  Nofe : 
Thro'  Woods  and  Thickets,Bri'rs  and  Thorns  he  runs, 
No  danger  dreads,  or  inconvenience  fliuns. 
Thus  once  the  weeping  Afagdalen  did  roam 
To  find  her  Lordy  vA^n  mifling  in  his  Toml?. 
What  that  denies,  fhe  hopes  tlie  City  yields  s 
But  there  not  found,  {lie  feeks  him  in  the  Fields ^ 
No  MantinAsl(dy  no  VI ace  unfe arched,  remained. 
Till  the  dear  Treasure  which  Qxtfiagk  wsiSgairPd: 
Thus  the  griev*d  Dam  for  her  robb'd  Nefi  complains. 
And  fills  the  Foreft  with  her  mournful  ftrains ; 
About  the  Tree  enrag'd  fhe  flies,  and  now 
Lights  on  the  top,  thenonfomeunda-boiigh. 

And 


And  to  her  Fellow  fadly  does  relate 

Th'  injurious  fieairh,  and  her  fofi  Off -firings  T»ite. 

Thus  have  I  fearch'd  thro'  ev'ry  iVdp^  and  Street^ 

But  what  \  fought  (alas  ')  I  cou'd  not  meet. 

Bale  '^alhs !  and  hateful  Streets  !  whole  ev'ry  Road 

My  weary  feet  fo  oft  in  vain  liave  trod  ! 

I  mill  mj  Love  in  Bed,  and  fought  him  he-re  y 

But  fought  amifs^  and  ftill  muft  want  my  Bear. 

Amb.  deVirg.  lib.  3. 

Chrlfi  is  not  found  in  the  Courts  nor  in  the  Streets  I 

Chrift-  is  no  freciuenter  of  the  Courts,  Chrifl  is  Peace, 
in  the  Courts  are  Contentions  :  Chrlfi  is  Juftice, 
in  the  Courts  is  Iniquity,  &c.  Let  us  jhun  the 
Courts,  let  hs  avouLthe  Streets. 


K   2  XII.    Srfr, 


(I32) 


n^as  hutliltic  that {jmsi frwifhc7ii^  hull 
p7iind  hiin  irhcnii  7ny  /crid  Icfclh;! held 
/am  and  ii'^c^dd  nctlcldiwi  nc.  /faiihj.  j.^ 


(tsO 


XIL 

Sai9 )Oii  l.im  rv'hom  my  Soul  loveth  ?  It  tvof, 
hut  a  little  that  I  paji  from  thtm^  hut  I 
found  him  whom  my  Soul  hvtth  :  I  held 
him^and  woiid  not  kt  him' ^^^Cant.iij .3,4, 

IS  there  a  Comer  left  in  all  the  Town, 
Which  in  my  weary  fearch  I  have  not  known  ? 
With  flaming  Torches  every  Street  was  Light, 
Kor  did  I  ev'n  the  meanefi  Allies  flight. 
ALis !  what  ground  did  I  not  travel  o'er. 
Till  e'ven  the  City  had  not  any  more  ? 
But  why  fhou'd  I  thisfruitlefs  ro// approve. 
Since  all  my  fee  king  does  net  find  my  Loz'e  /* 
Then,  hopehfs,  back  my  pendve  courfe  I  fteer'd, 
Kut  flill  no  tidings  of  my  Lo.ver  heard  3 
WhjSnIatlaft  approached  the  City- gate, 
Where  a  (b:cngGffard'm  conftant  Watch  did  wait: 
Said  I,  PerJjjps  my   Lvue  is  hidden  here : 
And  then  I  ask'd  them  if  they  [nw  my  Dear  ? 
Tljey  laugh'd,  and  my  enquiry  did  deride, 
Afid  -ppysyctir  Love  f  one  of  the  Gentries  cry'd '- 

K  3  ^-i* 


(i?4) 

Has  he  no  name  hy  vphich  he  may  be  hnoren  ? 
How  can  we  tell^  fince  yon  havegivn  us  none  f 
Exciife,  faid  /,  my  rude  fimplicity, 
I  thought  him  known  to  all  the  Worlds  as  me : 
And  that  our  Love,  fo  much  the  talk  of  Fame, 
Had  made  it  needlefs  to  declare  his  Name  5 
And  tho'  you  woir'd  pretend  this  ign'rance  now, 
Vm  confident  you  cannot  chufe  but  know : 
Then  pray  be  pleas'd  in  earneft  to  declare 
If  you  have  feen  him  lately  pafTmg  here : 
Him,  whom  above  my  Life  I  dearly  prize, 
And  him  who  loves  me  more  than  his  own  Eyes  ? 
Say,  when  he  went^  what  ^ ay  he  made  with  yoUy 
And  whether  he  pretended  he  wou'dgo  ? 
Unto  the  Right  or  Left-hand  is  he  gone  ? 
Or  had  he  Company,  of  was  K  alone  f 
The  fportful  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  overwhelmed  my  finking  mind. 
But  while  my.Soul  fuch  painful  Thoughts  imploy, 
(  Nor  dar'd  I  let  it  hope  fo  vaft  a  Joy :  ) 
Aly  Love,  the  fame  I  fought  the  C/r;  round. 
Now,  unexfeBedsLTidunfoughti  was  found, 

Lofc 


Loft  between  '^oy  and  Tear  in  the  furprize, 
I  durft  not  well  give  credit  to  my  Eyes. 
And  have  I  thee  again  ?  I  tvoudhdiNQ  cry'd, 
Butas  Iftrove,  my  faultring  tongue  deny'd. 
As  when  fome  mournful  Wife  fees  by  her  bed 
Her  Husband  long  by  fame  reported  dead  j 
Amaz  d  to  meet  what  fhe  had  giv  n  for  loft. 
She  flies  his  Arms,  and  takes  him  for  a  Ghoft : 
Nor  dares,  till  his  kytotvn  voice  the  Truth  affure, 
The  fight  of  what  fhe  moft  defires,  endure : 
And  ftill  fhe  fears  leaft  fhe  too  eajte  prove, 
Betray  d  to  this  credtdity  by  Lcrue. 
Thus  while  I  trembhng  ftand,  again  I  try  ; 
Again  my  Life  filutes  my  joyful  Eye. 
TofsM  between  Doubt ^^vA  Hope.znd  Zot'^,and  Fear.- 
Are  you  my  Love,  I  ay,  or  in  his  Shape  appear  ? 
Afy  Dear  I — ah  no !  alas  !  you  are  not  He ; 
Yet  fureyouare — Yes,  yes,  youai'e,  I  fee. 
My  Love,  my  Life,  I  fee  and  know  you  now, 
My  fecret  Ecftacy  diicovers  you. 
Pleas'd  with  your  voice,  and  ravifh'd  with  your  Face. 
I  fly  uncaird  to  your  bclov'd  Embrace. 
Thus,  thus  1 11  bind  you  to  me,  and  prevent 
hfecond  fearch,  the  Soldiers  A^erriment. 
O  that  my  Arms  were  Chains,  and  each  part  elfe. 
Feet,  Hands  and  all,  wQre  Gives  mdMma^les! 

K  4  Then 


Then  with  a  triple  band  my  Love  Fd  bind, 
Clofe  as  the  Elm  is  by  the  Vine  entwined ; 
The  fhaky  Ivy  fhoud  not  clofer  crawl 
About  the  Ruines  of  its  dear-lov'd  fTor//. 
And  while  my  bufie  hands  your  neck  enclofe, 
Think  that  no  burthen  which  their  \(ind,ne[s  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  eer  my  Joys^(?g/Ai,  ^xtgone  again. 
But  ftay !  ah  too  unkind,  ungrateful !  ftay  ! 
Nor  fliall  you  fly,  unlefs  you  force  your  way. 


la 
Bed* 


('37) 


Beda  in  Cant.  cap.  j. 

When  I  had  found  him^  I  held  him  fo 
much  the  f after ^  by  haw  nntch  the 
longer  I  xpas  in  jinding  him. 


XIIL  But 


ri38) 


3z/?-  ilr^j^ecdrh^  mc   fc  held  771c 


J^i^i 


(M9) 


XII  I. 

3ut  it  u  good  for  me  to  hold  tr^tfaji  by  God^  to 
pit  my  trtijl  in  the  Lord  Godj  PIal.7  J. 27. 

rHro'  what  ftrange  turns  of  Fortune  have  I  gone, 
Jufc  as  a  BaU  from  hand  to  hand  is  thrown  ? 
i^4rs  loud  allarms  were  firft  my  fole  delight, 
Vnd  hope  ofG/orj  led  me  out  to  fight: 
IrrKs  raised  my  courage,  y^rrfts  were  all  my  care, 
Vs  if  I  had  no  other  bus  nefs  here. 
3ft  with  a  SoKg  I  paft  my  tedious  hour, 
Vhile  I  ftood  Centrj  on  fome  lofty  TowV  : 
3ft  I  the  Enemies  intent  betray 'd, 
\nd  fhew  d  their  motions  by  }htjigns  I  made. 

learnt  ^intrench  a  Camf^  and  Bnlwarks  rear, 
Vith  all  the  cunning  of  an  Engi^ieer, 

e\'er  forwaid  was,  and  bold  in  fight, 

\nd  did  to  Aftion  the  faint  Troops  excite. 

*v'one  better  underftood  the  Art  of  iVar, 

s^one  more  the  Soldiers  or  Commanders  care  : 

)ft  in  the  Lybian  Defart  did  I  fweat, 

fir  d  with  the  Sand,  and  melted  w  ith  the  heat  -. 

Choali'd 


(i4^) 

Choak'd  with  the  Duft,  yet  no  kind  Fountain  nigh. 
The  place  as  little  tnoifture  had  as  I. 

How  oft  have  I  fwam  mighty  Rivers  o  er. 
With  heavy  Armour  loaden,  tir'd,  and  fore  ? 
Andftill  my  Sword  acrofs  my  mouth  have  laid: 
Whene  er  I  did  the  adverfe  dream  invade. 
Thus  long  the  Camp  has  had  my  Company, 
A  Foot*man  firft,  then  of  the  Cavalry, 
My  Br e aft -^l ate  has  ten  jfhots  of  Arrows  born, 
Nor  fewer  Stroaks  my  batter'd  Helmet  torn. 
Thrice  was  my  Horfe  fhot  under  me,  my  Creft 
Four  times  ftruck  olf,  and  I  as  oft  diftreft. 
Yet  boldly  I  expos'd  my  felf  to  harm, 
And  in  my  Enmies  hlood  my  hand  was  warm. 
But  on  my  backj.  didn©  w^ounds  receive, 
My  ready  breaft  met  all  my  Foes  durft  give  : 
For  boldly  againft  Fire  and  Svpord  I  ftood, 
And  flights  of  Arrows  which  the  Sky  did  cloud  : 
On  heads  of  Men,  flain  by  mj  Sword,  I  trod, 
And  as  I  mov'd,  my  ways  with  Corps  I  ftrow'd 
But  yet  the  Man  that  did  thefe  Conquefts  gain, 
Cou*dnot,  mtha/lhupow'r,  his  w//^  obtain  3 
With  all  his  Lawrels  won,  and  Foes  c'er-comcy 
E^s  Crowns  defcrvd,  and  Trofhics  too' brought  hor^e', 


One 


0?ie  f4ult6\d  all  his  former  Triffwphshhd, 
And  blotted  out  their  memory  at  lad. 
The  General  cafhier'd  me  with  a  Word, 
And  o'er  my  head  broke  mj  once  ufefnl  Swora, 
And  thus  in  fublicl^Scorn  my  Fame  expired. 
With  the  dear  purchafe  o{ my  ^/Wacquir'd, 
O  my  dear  God !  had  I  born  Arms  for  Theey 
Thy  favour  liad  not  thus  deferted  me. 
What  Hopes  are  plac'd  on  Thee  can  never  fail, 
IFirm  as  an  Anchor  fix'd  within  the  ValL 
iBehind  ihy  Altar  then  TU  lay  my  Armsy 
And  bid  a  long  adieu  to  JVars  allarms. 
But  foon  my  mind  oi)  Gain  was  all  intent, 
Gain  to  my  thoughts  fuch  fweetsdid  reprefenc. 
A  Ship  I  bought,  wliich  when  I  fraighted  well. 
Abroad  I  ileer  d,  to  pnr chafe  and  lofeU, 
In  both  the  Indies  I  expos'd  my  Ware, 
No  Tort  wasknow^n  but  I  had  Trafick  there  2 
For  ^owifmall  Ventures^  la  'ze  Acqulfis  to  gain> 
Was  all  the  bufie  Study  of  my  brain. 
JVealth  now  came  flowing  in  with  fuch  a  Tide, 
tt  wou'd  not  in  my  flralnd  Che  ft  s  abide. 
My  Ships  came  loaden  from  the  Indlan-^o^x ; 
But  next  return  they  perlfh'd  at  my  door. 
My  Books  with  Debtors  names  ftill  larger  grew  ; 
But  they  for frvore^  and  {o  I  loft  my  due. 

Thus' 


Thus  Sxk^  made  in  the  i>«<,  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  allnre  ? 
No  more  {liall  Gain  my  cheated  fancy  pleale, 
Thsit  cinnot  purchafe  one  Jhort  mlrtHtes  eafe. 
What  fhall  I  do,  iince  my  attempts  are  vain? 
In  IVar^  no  Fame-y  in  Trade,  no  Wealth  \  gam. 
Then  to  the  Court  I  haftily  repair. 
My  Fame  as  (bon  finds  kind  reception  there. 
I'm  brought  before  the  Khg^  and  kils  his  Hand, 
He  likes  my  Perfon,  gives  me  a  Command, 
Now  grow^n  his  Favrlte,  I  have  all  his  Ear  3 
Whate'er  I  ^ea\^  he  eagerly  does  hear  : 
And  to  '/lew  Honours  does  me  dill  advance. 
Not  the  effe6l  o^ merit,  but  of  chance. 
But,  whether  his  mifiake,  or  my  defert, 
I'm  now  indeared,  and  wound  into  his  heart. 
Oft  in  dilcourfc  we  fpent  the  bufie  day, 
And  ne'er  regarded  how  it  pail  away. 
Nay,  without  me,  he  wou'd  not  play  nor  e^t^ 
My  frefence  gave  a  relijh  to  his  meet : ' 
No  Favrite  e^'er  was  dearer  to  his  Prince ; 
No  Prince  fuch  Favours  ever  did  diipenfe. 

Se]anm 


(14?) 

Scjarjpu  rul'd  not  thus  his  Mailer's  Heart  5 
His  wary  Lord  allowed  him  but  a  part : 
Nor  Ci^tu's  felf  coud^r^^r^r  Honours  have, 
Tho*  thQ  fVorld's  Conqfiror  vvasalmoft  his  Slave, 
This  nevp  advancement  pleas'd  my  thoughts,  'tis  true, 
(  For  there  are  fecret  Charms  in  all  things  new. ) 
The  Courtiers  envy^  and  the  Crowds  admire 
To  fee  the  Kin^  w>  Company  defire. 
But,  oh !  on  Kings  'tis  Folly  to  depend, 
Whofe  FctpV,  much  more  their  Favours^  quickly  end^ 
The  King  to  Tr ovens  does  all  his  Smiles  convert, 
And  as  he /^I'V,  {o^hates^  tvithoHt  defer t. 
His  Favour  fow'rs  to  Rage,  and  I  am  lent 
Far  flrom  my  Native  Soil  to  Banijhment, 
My  fall  to  Hift'ry  adds  one  Story  more, 
A  Story  I  for  ever  mud  deplore. 
.  Sejanus  had  not  a  feverer  fate, 
Nor  CAf/^'shappinels  a  fhorter  date. 
O  God  !  how  great  is  their  fecurity, 
Whofe  hopes  and  wiihes  all  are  fix'd  on  thee  <* 

Aug.  in  PiaL  36. 

For  fake  all  other  toves ;  he  is  fairer  who  created 
He  ana?  and  Earth, 

XIV.  I/ate 


(»44) 


I  sate  J^rn  inn^c?^  /lU  shadaiv^v/icin  I 


T.i^ 


(h?) 


XIV. 

Ifatt  down  under  hisfhadow  (jvhom  I  lovt£) 
mth  great  delight ^  Cant.  iij.  j. 

IN  a  long  journey  to  an  unknown  Clime, 
Much  ground  I  travetd^  and  confuryi'd  much  time  ^ 
Tin  weary  grown,  computing  in  my  mind, 
I  thought  the  lliorteft  of  my  way  behind. 
But  when  I  better  had  furvey'd  the  race, 
I  found  there  ftill  remained  the  greater  fpacc. 
Then  my  faint  Limbs  grew  feeble  with  defpair, 
Difcourag'd  at  a  journey  falevere: 
With  hands  and  eyes  ere6l,  I  vent  my  grief 
To  Heav  n,  in  hope  from  thence  to  find  relief. 

Oh  !  who  will  fhade  me  from  \}^fcorchmg  he^it  f[ 
See  on  my  head  how  the  fierce  Sun-beams  beat  i 
While  by  their  fervor  parch'd,  the  burning  Sand 
Torments  my  Feet,  and  fcarce  will  let  me  ftand. 
Thin  you  I  praife,  dear  Groves,  and  fhady  Bowers. 
Bleft  with  cool  Springs,  and  fweetrefrefliing  Flow'rs. 

L  Th€W 


(146) 

Then  wifii  th  expanded  Poplar  wou'd  o'erfpread, 
Or  leavy  j^pple  {hade  my  weary  head. 

The  God  whole  aid  I  oft  had  fought  before, 
As  often  found,  now  adds  this  favour  more. 
Whither  your  haft  defigns,  fajs  he^  I  know  5 
Know  Tvhat  you  want,  and  how  you  want  it  too. 
I  know  you  feek  Jerufalem  above, 
Thither  your  Hfe  and  your  endeavours  move : 
But  with  the  tedious  Filgrimage  difmay  d. 
Implore  refrefhment  from  the  Affle's  fhade. 
See,  fee,  I  come  to  bring  your  pains  relief  I 
'B&ci'^xhmy  Jhadow  eafe  your  weary  grief. 
Behold  my  Arms  ftretch'd  on  the  fatal  Tree ! 
With  thefe  extci\ded  boughs  Til  cover  thee : 
Behold  my  hleedi?tgfeet^  tny  gaping  fide! 
In  thefe  free  Coverts  thou  thy  felf  maift  hide. 
This  fhade  will  grant  thee  thy  defir'd  repole, 
*Thi6  Tree  alone  for  that  kind  parpofe  grows. 

Thus  fpoke  the  God,  whofe  favour  thus  expreft, 
Withflrength  infpir'd  my  hmbs,  with  hope  my  breaft- 
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. 

What 


(147) 

What  cdmfort  can  it  yield  to  wretched  mc^ 

While  TlooH  art  hung  on  this  accurfed  Tree  ? 

Cnrs'dTr^^  /  and  more  curs'd  handhy  which 'twas fet  1 

The  bloody  ftains  are  reeking  on  it  yet! 

Yet  this  fair  Tree  proje6ls  its  fpreading  Boughs, 

And  with  kind  cooHng  Shades  invites  repofe : 

But  what  it  offers  ftill  it  felf  denies, 

And  more  to  tears  thsjifleef  inclines  my  Eyes. 

Blefi  free !  and  ha^^y  hand  that  fix'd  thee  here ! 
That  hand  deferves  the  Honour  of  a  Star ! 
Now,  now,  ncy  Love,  I  thy  refemblance  know. 
My  cool,  kind,  ihady  reddence  below. 
As  the  large  Apple  fpreads  its  loaden  Boughs, 
From  whole  rare  Fruit  a  pleafing  Liquor  flows ; 
And,  more  than  all  its  fellows  of  the  Wood, 
Allows  the  weary  refi^  the  hungry  food: 
Thus  thou  art.  Lord,  my  Covert  in  the  heat  > 
My  Brinkyihtn  thirfty,  and  when  hungry.  Meat, 
How  ofc,  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  lad  Turtle  widow'd  of  her  Mate  \ 
ril  bath  thy  pale  dead  Lips  in  a  warm  flood. 
And  from  thy  Locb  TU  wafh  the  clotted  Blood : 


Thy 


(  148  ) 

Thy  hanging  head  my  hands  fhall  gently  rai{e, 
And  to  my  cheek  I'll  lay  thy  gory  face ; 
Thy  wounded  fide  with  watry  eyes  Til  view. 
And  as  thy  bloody  my  tears  fhall  ever  flow  : 
Flow  till  my  fight,  by  their  kind  flood  relieved, 
With  the  fad  Objeft  be  no  longer  griev'd. 

Yet  this  one  ivomd  in  me  will  many  make, 
Till  proftrate  at  thy  feet  my  place  I  take : 
Then  I'll  embrace  again  the  fatal  Tree^ 
And  write  this  fad  Infcriftlon  under  thee: 
Tivo  Lovers  fee,  nrho  their  own  Deaths  confplre  ! 
She  drowns  in  Tears,  yphile  He  confumes  in  Fire. 


Honoiius 


(M9) 


Honorius  in  cap.  i.  Cant,  apud  Delr. 

Jjbadow  is  m.tde  of  a  body  and  light ^  and  ii 
the  Travellers  covert  from  the  heat^  his 
froteBion  from  the  Jtorw.  The  Tree  of 
Life;  to  wity  the  Appk'TrQQy  is  the  holy 
Crots ;  its  Fruit  is  Chrift,  its  fliadow  the 
refrefhment  ^W  defence  of  Mankind, 


L  J  XV.  How 


(i5o) 


a  shmnae  LattcL.  T^al.  ??^-^  • 


{VI 


(x50 


XV. 

Hoivjha/ltve  fing  the  Lords  Song  in  afirange 
Land  ?  Pfal.  cxxxvij.  4. 

OH  !  why,  my  Friends,  am  I  dedr'd  to  fing  ? 
How  can  I  raife  a  mte^  or  touch  a  firing  f 
MufickjQc^vcQs  a  Soul  to  mirth  inclin'd. 
And  fympathizes  with  the  troubled  mind. 

But  you  reply,  Such  feafons  mofl  require 
The  kind  diverlion  of  the  warbling  Lyre  3 
When^r/V/  wou'd  ftrikc  you  dumb,  'tis  time  to  Jtng^ 
Then  drain  the  voice^  and  ftrike  the  tremblingy?r/;;g3 
Leaft  then  the  mind  o'erwhelm'd  in  forrow  lie. 
Too  much  intent  on  it  own  mifery. 

You  urge,  thi?  remedy  will  grief  affwage. 
And  with  examples  frove  what  you  alledge. 
You  fay,  This  tunes  the  weary  Sailors  note. 
While  o'er  long  Seas  their  nimble  Veffels  ffoat : 
You  fay,  This  makes  the  artflil  Shepherd  play, 
Whofe  tuneful  Pipes  the  tedious  hours  betray, 

L  4  And 


And  that  the  Traveler's  journey  eafi'ft  proves, 
li^jen  to  the  mf^fick^  of  his  voice  he  moves. 
And  Soldiers  when  with  Night  or  Labour  tir'd 
By  finging,  with  new  vigour  are  infpir'd. 
Ill  not  perverfly  blame  this  art  in  them^ 
Nor  th*  inoffenfive  policy  condemn  ; 
But  know  my  tongue,  long  pra6lisd  in  complaint, 
Is  skill'd  in  grief,  in  lamentations  quaint. 
Scarce  my  loft  skill  cou'd  I  to  pra6lice  bring. 
And  MfiJtck^ktXfx'A  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  (peaking  Chords  appear  to  live  3 
When  I  wou'd  raife  the  murmuring  Viols  voice, 
Or  make  the  Lute  in  brisker  founds  rejoice  3 
When  on  my  Tii^e  attempt  a  fliriller  note, 
Or  join  my  H^r/?  in  confbrt  with  my  Throat  i  . 
My  Voice  (alas!  )  in  floods  of  tears  is  drown  d. 
And  boiftrous  fighs  difperfe  the  fainting  found. 
Again  X-ofing^  again  X.oflay  I  try'd  3 
Again  my  voice^  again  my  hAnd  deny'd : 
Slow  and  unaftive  by  difufe  fo  long, 
Their  Art's  forgot  both  by  my  Hand  and  Tongue : 
^nd  now  with  thefe  allays  I  try  too  late 
To  mollifie  my  hard,  my  rigid  Fate. 

Grant 


(i?0 

Grant  I  excelTd  in  Mujlck^^  and  in  Song^ 
And  warbled  fwift  Divifion  with  my  Tongues 
Cou'd  I  with  Ifraets  fweeteft  Singer  vie, 
Or  touch  the  Harp  with  move  fuccefs  than  He  z 
Will  Mujick^or  Complaint  beft  fuit  my  woe. 
Who  never  had  more  caufe  to  weep,  than  norv  ?  ^ 
But  fbrrow  has  my  tuneful  Harp  unftrung, 
And  grief's  become  habitual  to  my  Toi^ue : 
Nor  do  the  place  or  time  fuch  mirth  allow  5 
But  grant  thej  did,  my  firrows  anfwer  no,  . 
For  wou'd  you  have  an  exitd  Stranger  fing 
His  CoHdtry  Songs  under  a  Foreign  King  ? 
Forbear ;  my  Fare  and  this  loath' d  place  confpire 
To  filence  me^  and  hinder  your  dejire. 
Tears  drown  my  Eyes,  exhaufted  by  my  wrongs, 
Then,  ah  !  how  am  I  fit  for  jocund  Songs  ? 
Harih  Fortune's  wounded  Captive  kindly  fparcl 
My  voice  has  loft  its  pleafing  accents  here. 
Sorrow  dilbrders  and  diftorts  my  face, 
I  canwot  give  my  Songs  their  former  grace. 
Should  I  begin  to  fing  or  play,  'twou'd  be 
Some  doleful  Emblem  of  my  mifery. 
My  thoughts  are  all  on  my  loft  State  intent, 
And  clpfe  Companions  of  my  Banifhment. 
Then  why  am  I  defir'd  to  play  or  fing,  (ftring? 

Now  grief  has  broke  my  voice,  and  (kckned  evry 

Ohi 


Oh!  my  lov'd  Country,  when  I  think  on ^^^f,' 
My  Lute,  my  Voice,  my  Mind,  all  lole  their  harmony: 
But  if  to  Thee  I  happily  return,  {mourn. 

Then  they  fhall  all  rejoice,   as  much  as  now  they 


Aug. 


Aug.  Medit.  cap.  j  5. 

0  that  I  could  fay  fnch  things  as  tlje 
Hywn-fingwg  Choire  of  Angels ! 
How  willingly  would  I  four  forth 
my  felf  in  thy  praifes  ! 


'A\ 


ECSTACIES 


(i?0 


Z  chmy€jrciL  O  I)auah1xnfofj&ridalpri 
i/jZ-imJ-inA  nvyliuoj^d,  that  you  tell 
hinh  tha,tTarrv  Jich  cfZov^.  Caiit^.S 


ECSTACIES 

OF    THE 

ENAMOUR^D  SOUL. 

. £1^ 

BOOK  the  Third. 

I. 

I  charge  yoH^  0  Djtughtcrs  (j/Jerufakm,  if 
yo!^  find  my  Etloz'td^  tfjAtyou  ttll  him  th:it 
I  am  fick  of  Loue^  Cant,  v.-  8; 

BLeft  Repaints  in  thofe  bright  Comts  above 
Thofc Starry  Temples  ivherejca  Sing  <.^rA  Lczc: 
Ey  faaed  Verfe  I  you  adjure  and  bind, 
If  by  a  happy  chance  my  Love  you  find ; 
To  him  my  Itrong,  my  reitlefs  Pa'Tion  bea'. 
And  gently  whiiper't  in  his  facred  Ear  s 
Kow  I  each  moment  in  foft  Sighs  expire^ 
And  languifn  in  the  FUmes  of  my  Defire. 
How  I  am  fccrch'd  in  Lovers  fierce  tornd  Zurc^ 

As  withering  Flow  rs  before  the  raging  Suh. 

For 


(158) 

For  icattering  round  his  Darts,  among  the  reft 

He  fhot  himfelf  into  my  love-fick  breaft ; 

Through  blood  and  bones  the  fhaft  like  hghtning  dole 

And  with  ftrange  infl'ence  feiz'd  my  melting  Soul : 

Now  in  a  flame  unquenchable  I  bum, 

And  feel  my  breaft  t'another  t^^t/fa  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  fpoke. 

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  mefl&ge  you  from  me  relate. 

But  gafping  founds,  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  transform'd  with  woe. 

That  he  njy  fuff 'rings  and  their  caufe  may  know. 

Tell  him  I  lie  (eizM  with  a  deadly  fwound, 

A  bloodlels  Corps  ftretch'd  on  the  naked  ground. 

Tell  him  my  eyes  {wim  round  my  ^z,z,y  head^ 

And  on  my  breaft  my  feeble  hands  are  fpred. 

The  Coral  of  my  Lips  grows  (ickly  pale. 

And  on  my  Cheeks  the  withering  Rofes  fails 

My 


My  Veins,  tho'chaf'd,  have  loft  their  azure  hue. 
And  their  decay  fhevvs  Nature  filing  too : 
Nor  any  figns  exprefs  remaining  life, 
But  the  worfi  fjmj^tQmSj  fighs  that  vent  my  grief. 
And  yet  I  cannot  any  reafon  feign, 
Why,  tho'  fi'/jhurt,  fo  often  I  complain: 
Unlels  fbme  treach'rous  Sigh  unruly  prove 
Betray  my  bliifliing  Soul,  and  own  'tis  Z/rve. 
This,  this  was  fure  mj  forrows  onlj  caufei 
I  lov^d^  yet  hncTv  not  what  a  Lover  was. 
This  ftom  my  breaft  extorted  freq/ientjtghs. 
And  preft  the  tears  from  my  oerflavnng  eyes. 
This  was  the  caufe,  that  when  I  ftrove  to  ftame 
Remote  Difcourfe^  it  ended  with  his  Name, 

Oh  I  then 

Tell  the  lovdOhjecl  of  my  thought  and  eye. 
Howl  iiis  Martyr  and  his  VlBim  die. 
Diftill'd  in  Ijrves  AlembicJ^^  I  expire, 
Parch'd  up,  like  Rofes,  by  too  warm  a  fire ; 
Ordry'd,  V^kt  Lilies ^  which  have  long  in  vain 
Beggd  the  refreftiment  of  a  gentle  Rain. 
Tell  Him,  the  catife  of  all  my  grief  will  prove, 
Without  his  help,  my  death  3  for,  oh!  'tis  LO  VE^ 

Rupert,  in  Cant. 
TeU  him.  That  I  Am  fuk  of  Lorue,  through  the  great  dejirs  I 
have  of  feeing  his  face  :  I  endure  the  rvearinefs  of  lije,  and 
J  can  tardl)  bear  the  delay  of  my  prefent  Exiie» 

TI.  St/) 


(i6o) 


^toAT  mt  Tvith-fiao-(nis,  ccm^orbnLC- 
Tvidhcuppits,  fori anvjict  jfZai/t- 


<i6i) 


II. 

Stay  me  with  Flagons^  comfort  me  with  Appks^ 
for  I  am  ftck  ofLove^  Cant.  ij.  5 . 

HOW  ftrangeIy,Zw^,doft  thou  my  willcontroul? 
Thou  fleaftng  Tyrant  of  my  capiv'dSoHl! 
Oh  I  wou  dft  thou  have  thy  welcom  torments  lafi 
Slacken  their  heat,  for  I  confume  toofafl. 
On  other  Hearts  thy  fiery  Arrows  fhow V, 
For  mine  (alas ! )  has  now  no  room  for  more. 
O  fpare  thy  own  Artill'ry^  and  my  breath  I 
For  the  next /haft  comes  wing'd  with  certain  Death: 
Oh  !  I  am  loft,  and  from  my  felf  eftrangd, 
To  Love,  my  voice  5  to  Love,  my  b/ood  is  chang'ds 
From^^rf  to  ^art  inlenfibly  he  ftole, 
Till  the  fly  ConqfPror  had  fubdu'd  the  whole, 

Alas  I  will  no  one  pity  my  diftrefs  ? 
Will  neither  Earth  nor  Heav'n  afford  redrels? 
Canft  Thou,  the  Author  of  my  miferies, 
Canlt  Thon  behold  me  with  relcntlefs  eyes? 

M  Obi 


(l62) 

Oh !  haftc,  you  bright  Inhabitants  above, 
My  fellow-Patients  in  this  charming  Love , 
Rifle  the  G aniens,  and  difrobe  the  Fields, 
Bring  all  the  Treafure  Natures  Store-houfe  yields  5 
Bind  fragrant  Rofe-buds  to  my  Temples  firft, 
Then  with  cool  apples  quench  my  fiery  thirft. 
Thefe  may  allay  the  leaver  of  my  Blood. 
Oh  no  I  there's  nothing,  nothing  does  me  good. 
Againft  L(yves  force  what  Salve  can  Rof^s  make, 
Since  ev  n  themfelves  may  hide  the  foisnons  Snake  ? 
And  Apples  fure  can  fmall  afliftance  give, 
In  one  of  them  thVld  Serpent  did  deceive. 
O  then  !  to  flacken  this  tormenting  fire, 
The  Rofe  of  Sharon  only  I  defire : 
And  for  an  Apple  to  afTwage  my  grief. 
Give  it,  oh !  give  it  from  the  Tree  of  Life  t 
Then  ftrow  them  gently  on  my  Virgin-bed ! 
And  as  the  withering  Rofe  declines  its  head, 
Compos'd  to  Death's  long  fleep  my  reft  I'll  take, 
T>ream  of  my  Love,  and  iff  his  arms  awake. 


Giaen 


(  i6j  ) 

GifleninCant.cap.  2^ 

//  is  certainly  a  good  languijhment^  when  the 
Difeafe  is  not  to  Death,  hut  Life^  that 
God  may  be  glorifed  by  it :  rvhen  that 
Heat  and  Feaver  does  not  proceed  from  a 
con  fuming^  but  rather  from  an  imf  raving 
fre. 


M  2  III.  My 


( i64  ) 


xJh'3cl<TuediJ  mine,  and  I  am  hi/; 

Lane. 2 .  Lo. 

J?.  1^4-. 


(1^5) 


II  r. 

My  Beloved  U  mine^  andldtn  his ;  heftedeth 
among  the  Lilies^  Cant,  ij,  i6. 

BLeft  fouls,  whofe  hearts  bum  \^^th  fuch  equal  fire^ 
As  never,  but  together j  will  expire ! 
To  jour  content  I  wou*'d  not  Crowns  prefer. 
For  all  He.tvns  Blejftngs  are  dilated  there : 
And  when  with  equal  fiames  two  Souls  engage, 
That  happy  minute  is  Loves  golden  Age, 
Such  blifs  I  wifh'd,  when  Love  at  firft  pofleft, 
And  (pread  his  Enfigns  o'er  my  trembling  bread  : 
How  oft  I  pray'd,  whene'er  in  Love  I  burn. 
Grant  me,  great  PowV,  to  find  a  juft  return ! 
The  God  retum'd  this  ^»/b'^  to  my  fray  r. 
Love  firfi,  and  never  then  of  Love  defpair  ! 
The  fudden  Sound  invades  my  firightned  eai\ 
I  trembled  when  I  knew  the  God  was  near> 
Is  it  thy  Will,  Almighty  Love  ( I  cry'd  ) 
To  lift  a  Soldier,  in  thy  Wars  untry'd  ? 
Tis  true,  my  fellow-Maids  have  told  me  lon^ 
The  promised  Joys  of  thy  adoring  throng : 

M  2  But 


(i66) 

But  oft  my  Nnrfe^  acquainted  with  the  cheat, 

Told  me,  'twas  all  delnjion  aiid  deceit  j 

And  that  the  Oracle  too  true  wou'd  prove, 

Which  thus  declar'd  the  ill  effeEhs  of  Love : 

"  Num'rous  as  Athds  Hares,  or  Hyhlas  Swarms, 

"  Or  Olive-berries  on  the  loaden  Tree, 

"  Or  as  the  Shells,  or  Sands,  arc  Z(?^^'s  allarms, 

"  Abounding  dill  with  fear  and  mifery. 

For  ftill  this  fear  the  wretches  entertain. 

Left  all  their  Love  fhou'd  meet  unjuft  Difdaln, 

Ofhapffy  Lovers  no  Records  can  boaft , 

Their  blifs  was  cotinterfeit,  orjhort  at  moft : 

The  airy  God^s  unfettled  motion  fhews 

That  Love's  SiTide  that  always  f^^/ and  florvf. 

Go  then  and  truft  thofc  dying  flames  that  will. 
Since  Love's  a  rv^nd'rer  and  uncertain  ftill. 
"  Than  his  own  fcatkers  is  he  hghter  far, 
*^  And  all  his  promised  Faith  but  empty  air. 
By  Oaths  and  Vms  let  no  one  be  betray  d^ 
which  vanifh  in  the  breath  with  which  th'are  made. 
His  cheeks  are  with  unufual  blufhes  dreft. 
And  his  quick  flight,  this  mighty  truth  confeft ; 
And  now  his/r>?W,  and  treachery  I  knew, 
To  all  his  powV  I  bid  a  laft  adien. 

To  Thee^  thou  heavn-born  Love,  my  Soul  111  join, 
Be  thoH  my  Ilamcy  Dear  Lord  I  and  lU  be  thin€ ! 

While 


(i<57) 

While  day  and  mght  fuccefTively  return. 

Our  mutual  fires  fhall  never  ceafe  to  bum. 

O  the  fvveet  balm  diftilling  from  each  Idfs  ! 

How  vaft  the  pleafure,  how  divine  the  bhfs ! 

What  new  delights  from  heavnly  Love  ftill  flow, 

They  only,  who  enjoy  the  BldTmg,  know. 

But^  eh  I  to  l$ve^  or  to  belovd  of  Thee^ 

Is  the  great  mj/lVj  of  Felicity  : 

And,  more  t  mhance  and  recommend  the  joy, 

'Tisfuchas  time  does  heighten.,  r\oi  dcfiroy. 

Mj  Love^  my  Life  in  Thee^Xl  Hyblas  Sweets, 

In  Tloee  all  Ophirs  richefl;  Treafure  meets. 

With  what  repeated  Ecftacies  pofTefc, 

We  vent  our  paiTions  in  each  others  breaft ! 

O  how  unfpeakable's  the  bhfs  to  me. 

To  lo(e  my  (d^  in  thoughts  of  its  Eternity ! 

This  Love  is  fubje^l  to  no  anxious  cares. 

Too  hie fi  for  troubles  J  too  fee  ure  for  fears. 

In  Paradices  of  dehght  it  feeds, 

Where  whiteft  LiHes  deck  th'enamelFd  Meads : 

Among  which  Emblems  o^  o\}X  pure  defires, 

Wc  in  chall:  pleafures  quench  our  mutual  fires. 

Bernard,  in  Cant.  Serm.  7 1. 

Thou  voho  hearefl^  or  readefl  this,  take  care  to  have 
the  Lilies  in  thee,  if  thou  wouldfi  have  this  dweller 
anwng  the  Lilies  vijit  thee. 

M  4  ly.  i^ 


(168) 


I  am  Tizy  Behn/fdj',  and.  kij  dejirc 
TyS  tvivar-dd  me. .    Cant.  ^ .  lo . 

T.  768. 


(1^9) 


IV. 

/  am  my  Be/ovea^s^  and  his  defire  is  towards 
mey  Cant.  vij.  lo. 

THro'  the  thick  fiudcs  of  a  cool  Cyfrefs  Grove^ 
Weeping  I  wander'd  to  bewail  my  Love; 
A  briny  torrent  rowl'd  adown  my  bread. 
And  weighty  grief  my  finking  Soul  oppreft. 
In  my  fad  Arms  an  Ivory  Lute  I  bore, 
My  forrows  furc  Phyfician  heretofore. 
Tir'd  with  my  grief,  on  a  fbft  Turf  I  refl:. 
And  thus  unload  my  over-burthen'd  breaft 

Muft  I  my  days  confume  in  lonefbm  grief^ 
And  cruel  Love  deny  me  all  relief  ? 
O  let  that  curfe  attend  my  Enemies, 
Be  they  flill  Strangers  to  Love  s  envy'd  Blifsl 
"  For  not  to  love^  is  furely  not  to  live^ 
*'  Since  Lifes  chief  blejfings  we  in  Love  receive : 
"  The  whole  defign  o^  living  is  to  Icoje^ 
"  And  who  Uvci,  wofi,  does  hefi  his  life  improve. 

Bodies 


Bodies  of  Earth  down  to  their  centre  tend 
And  Seeds  of  Fire  to  theirs  above  aicend. 
So  our  fofc  hearts  to  Love  are  ftill  inclin'd, 
Urg'd  by  a  vilent  impulfe  of  the  mind. 
E  vn  mine  too,  kindled  by  an  innate  flatne, 
Is  eager  to  deferve  a  Lovers  name. 
But  where  fliall  I  my  kindling  Flames  impart, 
Where  yield  the  Virgin-fortrefs  of  my  heart? 
Shall  I  defcend  to  a  hw  mortal  iovcy 
I,  the  Companion  ofhlefi  Minds  above? 
Or  ihall  I  with  inferiottr  Creatures  (port, 
Whom  their  Creator  not  difdains  to  court  ? 
No,  no,  my  Soul,  fix  thou  thy  thoughts  on  high  s 
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  Jh all  my  EpithalamiumTw?^, 
CondnBing  me  in  triumph  to  their  King, 
Him^  Him  alone  of  all  I  can  approve 
The  nobleft  obje^l  of  the  pureft  Love. 
His  dear-lov  d  Image  ftill  falutes  my  eye. 
Nor  can  his  abfence  this  dehght  deny. 
No  envious  diftance  can  prevail  to  part 
His  dear  refembling  Imfrefs  from  my  heart. 
With  him,  methinks,  in  fweet  dilcourfe  I  walk, 
Pleas'd  with  the  found  of  his  imagin'd  talk. 

So, 


(»70 

So,  byftrangefympathy,  the  faithful  *S>^^/ 
Does  the lov'd  Poles  magnetick influence  feel. 
By  whole  kind  condu6l  the  fafe  Pjlot  fteers 
A  fteddy  courfe,  till  the  wiih'd  Port  appears. 
So  the  fond  Hyacinth  purfiies  the  Sun^ 
Fleas  d  at  his  rife,  grlevd  when  his  race  is  done : 
So  is  He  waited  en  by  the  pale  Moorty 
Who  from  his  beams  refleElion  guilds  her  ^n. 
Like  thefcy  Almighty  Love,  to  Thee  I  flie ; 
If  thou  withdraw'ft  thy  face,  I  pine,  I  die. 
O  then  J  fince  all  my  joys  on  that  defend. 
Let  the  hlefl  Vifion  never  never  end  I 


The 


(172) 

The  fame^  hy  another  Hand. 

ACjfrefsGrcve  (whofe  melancholly  fliade 
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  flowed  5  and  now  0  erwhelm'd  with  grief> 
From  Mujicks  charming  founds  I  fought  relief. 
Tliis  Song  composed,  I  ftrike  my  Lyre,  and  fing, 
Soft  Notes  rebounding  from  each  (ilver  String. 
Ah  !  fhall  my  wafted  days  no  paffion  aown  5 
And  muft  my  empty  years  roul  ufelefs  on  ! 
So  hard  a  fate  I'd  wifh  my  greateft  foes  j 
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, 
Whole  icy  breaft  s  infenfible  to  Love. 
The  pond'rous  Earth,  by^ts  proper  weight  depreft. 
Beneath  all  other  Elements  doth  reft  5 
While  pointed  Flames  do  thro'  the  (olid  mais 
Force  their  bright  way,  and  unrelifted  pais : 
So  thro'  the  folid  lump  of  Man,  the  Soul 
Sends  forth  thofe  fires  that  all  the  frame  controul ; 

And 


And  his  defires  do  hurry  him  away, 
Where-e'er  thofe  fkmes  dire^l  th  obedient  Cky. 
And  now  I  feel  an  unknown  ivarmth  all  o'er  5 
I  bum,  I  melt,  hut  know  not  from  what  Powr : 
Thcfs  f^arp  quicks  fires  ai'e  urg'd  thro^  ev^ry  vein, 
Mingling  at  once  fuch  Pieafure  and  fuch  Pain, 
Ah !  whither  will  this  furious  pafTion  drive  ? 
(  In  vain  againfl  Loz'e's  raging  force  we  drive. ) 
shall  mji  ajpiring  Soul^  Hke  vulgar  hearts^ 
Complain  o^Jhameful  wounds  from  Cupcts  Dnrts  f 
If  I  fhou'd  be  embraced  by  mortal  arms, 
They'd  fade  my  Beauties,  fully  all  my  Charms : 
My  rifmg  Mind  fon^rs  vaft  degrees  above 
Terreflrial  Charms ^  they're  much  beneath  my  Love  : 
Thefe^Ao//  defires  my  p»r^*$(3;//diiclains; 
She'll  be  His  S^cufe  who  evry  Being  frames, 
^gneSy  oi  Rome  the  wonder  and  the  fride^  -j 

Her  Ch^.rms  to  an  Aufonian  Tomh  deny'd^  J 

And  in  thefe  terms  refused  to  be  his  Bride :  ^ 

"  If  I  have  Idndled  iii-es  v/ithin  your  breall, 
"  I  c?.nnot  grant,  hut  pity  your  requefc  : 
"  Nor  can  you  juftly  my  refulal  blame, 
''■  Since  1  bum  with  a  much  diviner  fame  ; 
"  For  my  Creator  hath  engag'd  my  heart, 
^  My  Soul  from  fuch  a  Spoufe  can  ne'er  depait : 


Kis 


(174) 

«e  His  lovely  Image  ftill  is  in  my  fight, 

"  And  at  this  diflance  Hes  my  file  delight.: 

"  In  abfence  we  converfe  j  I  ipeak  in  Pray  rs, 

"  And  he  in  abfence  charms  my  liftning  ears. 

So  by  the  Loadfiones  unfeen  wondrous  force 

The  faithful  Needle  fleers  the  Seamans  courfe: 

Tow'rds  its  lov  d  North  it  conftantly  doth  rife, 

Guiding  their  fecret  Courfe,  where-e*er  it  lies. 

So  does  the  Flow'r  of  Phoebm  twice  a  day 

Turn  towVds  her  Snn^  and  her  glad  leaves  difplay. 

Fair  Cynthia  thus  regards  her  Brothers  Beams, 

Renews  her  Beauty  from  his  borrowed  fiames, 

I  am  thy  Clytie  (  Spoufe  )  thou  art  my  Sm^ 

I  Cynthia^  always  tow'rds  thy  light  mufl  run. 

My  Sfoufi^  my  Helice,  with  longing  I  /^j^^ 

(  Where-e'er  thou  draw'ftj  tow'rds  thee  in  raptures 

What  wonder  if  in  mutual  Love  ^<?  burn. 

Since  Steel  can  tow'rds  the  fenfelefs  Loadftone  turn  ? 


Bernard. 


(170 

Bernard.  Medit.  cap.  9. 

My  Heart  pajfes  through  many  things^ 
feehfng  about  where  it  may  tah^  its 
reji  5  but  finds  nothing  that  pleafes 
it^  till  it  returns  to  God, 


V.  My 


<  ^76) 


^Uy  SoiiL  nidJletL  a^  my  3^z 
Loz^ed  Spcrkxj  CaJit^^.  6". 


('77) 


V. 


My  Soulmtlttd  as  mj  Be/oved  fpoh. 
Cant.  V.  6. 


WHat  hiUsy  what  rocks^wliit  de farts  have  I  trod. 
Only  for  one  fhort  view  o^Thee^  my  God  ? 
How  for  one  word  from  thofe  dear  Lips  of  Holne^ 
My  feet  a  tirefbm  Pilgriirage  injoin  ! 
O'er  craggy  Rocks  of  fuch  ftupendious  height, 
Th'afcent  does  ev'n  the  chmbing  Deer  afright : 
Tet  cannct  my  unwearied  hafte  delay ^ 
Tor  mighty  Love  coYiduils  me  all  the  voay. 
Tho'  from  thefe  heights  I  all  thwgs  elfe  defcr}% 
The  dear-lovd  Oh]eEh  ihuns  my  longing  eye. 
Diftracled  then,  thro'  cv'ry  Den  I  rave. 
Search  each  Recefs,  and  viflt  evVy  Cfave. 
In  vain  thole  unfrequented  paths  I  wear, 
1  only  find  thou  art  a  Stranger  there. 
Sometimes  into  the  open  Plain  I  rove. 
But  there  am  loft  in  Tirror  as  in  Love. 
To  Heav  n  I  look,  and  thro'  the  Fields  complain, . 
But  both  unkindly  anfvvcr  not  again. 

N  '  Wandring 


(178) 

Wandring  fl'om  thence  I  find  a  Jhady  Vah\ 

There  on  mj  Love  (but  Hill  in  vain)  1  call. 

Not  far  from  henee  a  clofe  thickjCovert  grows, 

Where  panting  Breads  fly  for  a  cool  repofe : 

Here,  here,  (aid  I,  perhaps  He's  laid  to  reft  j 

But,  oh  !  no  fign  of  Thee  was  here  impreil. 

Then,  ftung  with  palTion,  and  o'ervvhelin  d  with  grief, 

I  coaft  the  Shoar^  and  thence  expe6l  relief. 

Here  a  hi^hTorfi'r  exalts  its  lofty  head, 

By  whofe  kind  light  the  wandring  Sailor's  led : 

Here  I  afcend,  and  view  the  Ocean  round. 

While  my  complaints  o'er  all  the  Shoar  refound  : 

Tell  me,  yon  Shoar s^  jou  Seas^  and  tell  me  true, 

Js  not  my  Love  conceard  in  fome  o^Tou  ? 

As  to  each  other  j'o/^  wou'dconfiant  be^ 

jyifcover^  and  be  juft  to  Love  and  me ! 

Scarce  had  tliie  Shoar  received  the  mournful  noife, 

When  it  return  d  a  loud  redoubled  voice : 

But  that  fome  fporting  Eccho  I  believe. 

That  fools  the  wretch'd,  and  dallies  with  their  grief 

Again  the  Shoar  I  rends  the  Shoar  does  hear, 

And  xhcklnd voice  again  falutes  my  ear : 

Avoice^  ^  well-known  voice !  "tw^sThine,  my  Life, 

Whofe  pleajtng  accents  foon  difpell'd  my  grief. 

Now  I  reviv'd  :  One  fuch  immortal  breath 

Had  powV  enough  to  refcue  rue  from  death, 

Jhy 


(  179) 

Thy  voice,  like  Lightning,  unperceiv  d,  unfelr. 
By  a  ftrange  infl  ence  thro'  the  Soul  can  melt. 
So  thy  Difclpies  hearts  were  fir'd  within, 
When  on  the  way  thou  didfl  difcourfe  begin ; 
The  fecret  Charms  of  Thy  prevailing  voice 
Caus'd  unaccountable,  yet  mighty  Joys. 
'Twas  the  fame  heavnly  found  that  anfwer'd  me, 
And  all  diffolv'd  me  into  Ecftacy. 
That  kindled  fuch  a  fire  within  my  Soul, 
Whofe  ardent  heat  an  Ocean  cannot  cool. 
See  how  my  melting  pafTions  haft  and  run, 
Like  Virgin-wax  before  the  fcorching  Sun  ! 
O  might  I  be  fo  bleft  to  mix  with  Thee, 
Our  Life  the  (ame,  the  fame  our  Love  {hou  d  be. 

Aug.  Soliloq.  cap.  34. 

Pfijat  is  this  thdt  I  feel  i  what  fire  is  it  that  warms 
my  hear0tiihat  light  is  'it  that  enlightens  it  ?  O 
thoujitejMch  always  burnefl,  and  art  never  extinh 
guijhedi  do  thoH  inflame  me  \ 


N  z  VI.  Whom 


(i8o) 


"WhamTiave  I  in  HeaireiL  Tjittllise? 
and^i^fT  tSno7i£  upanJE^artli-lhal 


(i8i) 


vi. 

Who'*n  have  I  in  Heaven  hut  thee  ?  and  there 
is  none  upon  Earth  that  I  defire  in  co-'rpa^ 
rifon  of  thee^  Pfal.  Ixxiij.   2^. 

W'Hat  fiiall  I  feek,  great  God,  in  Heavrf  above, 
OvEarth,or  Sea,  whereon  to  fix  my  love? 
Tho'  I  fhou'd  ranfack  Heav-/?,  and  Earth,  and  Sea, 
All  they  can  boaft,  is  nothing  wit  ho  fa  Thee. 

I  know  what  mighty  Joys  in  Iteav'n  abound, 

What  Treafnres  in  the  Earth  and  Sea  are  found  5 

Vet  without  Thee,  my  Love  I  t'enrich  their  (lore. 

All,  2l\1  their  glories  Qxe  hut  mean  Sind poor, 

O  ^cavn !  O  Earth  I  O  vaft  capacious  Main ! 

Three  famom  Realms  where  Wealth  and  Plenty  reign  | 

Tho'  in  o;?^  heap  your  /r/f /f  fleafures  lay, 

jThey  were  no  pleasures,  were  »?;•  Xor^'  away. 

My  ihoughts,  I  own,  have  ofcen  fang'd  the  Deep, 

SearchM  Earth  and  HerrJ,!,  and  in  no  bounds  wou'd 
keep ; 

But  when  they  vvandred  the  Creation  round, 

V    e(iual  Oo'icoh  in  the  Whole  the}'  found. 

N  3  Some- 


(i80 

Sometimes  I  thought  to  rip  the  pregnant  Earth, 
And  give  its  rich  and  long-born  burthen  birth  j 
Gold^  Silver,  Brafs J  feeds  of  the  {hining  Vein, 
And  each  bright  produ6t  of  the  fertile  Mine  : 
For  thefe  we  dig  and  tear  our  Mother  s  Womb, 
Till  for  our  boundlefs  Treafures  we  want  room  : 
To  what  advant^e  ?  Tho',  o  ercharg'd  with  Gold, 
Your  burfting  Coffers  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  T>ee^  I  go, 
Whole  fecret  Chambers  dusky  Indians  know. 
Pleas'd  with  its  Gemmy  ftore  my  felf  to  load, 
I  dive,  and  vilit  its  concealed  abode: 
Then  t\iQfcarce  Burret  feek,  whofe  bloods  rich  dye"  •; 
Is  the  great  Ornament  of  Majefly. 
Then  fcatter'd  Pearls  I  gather  on  the  fhoar 
Where  rich  Hjdafpes  calls  his  fhining  oar. 

Alasl  thefe  Jewels  brought  from  feveral  CoaftiJ 
All  that  each  River,  or  the  Ocean  boaftsj 
The  Saphjr,  Jafier,  and  the  ChryfoUte, 
Can't  quench  my  thirjl,  or  flay  my  appetite. 
Then,  fince  the  Earth  and  Sea  content  deny, 
Heavns  lofty  Fabrick  I  refolve  to  try. 

With 


with  wonHer  I  the  vaft  Machine  fin-vey, 

With  glorious  Stars  all  ftndded,  bright  and  gay : 

Amazd  thck  ft  Hi  unaiterd  cenrfe  I  view, 

And  how  their  d^ily  mot'mis  they  renew. 

But  among  all  the  Penfile-fires  above, 

None  warm'd  my  bread,  none  rais'd  my  Soul  to  lovii 

But  I  beheld  at  diftdytce  from  below  : 

Then  farewel  Earthy  up  to  their  Orbs  I  go. 

Now  lefsning  Cities  leive  my  diftant  fight. 

And  now  the  Earths  whoie  Globe  is  vanifli'd  quite; 

Above  thfe  Sun  and  Planets  I  am  born, 

And  their  inferior  Influences  fcorn. 

Now  the  bright  pavement  of  the  Stars  I  tread. 

Once  the  high  covring  of  my  humble  head. 

Now  o'er  the  lofty  flaming  Wall  I  flie, 

And  Heavns  bright  Cofirt  lies  open  to  rny  eye. 

Now  curious  Crowds  of  the  wing'd  ^nre  above' 

Towards  tlie  ncw.gueft  with  dazling  IpJendor  move : 

Hymns  well  compos'd  to  Ajrs  Divine  they  fing, 

New  tune  their  Har^s^  and  fcrue  up  ev'ry  String  s 

Then  in  brisk  Notes  triumphant  Anthems  ^lay^ 

While  Heavn  refounds,  as  if 'twere  Holy-daj. 

Ogloriom  A^anfions  fill'd  with  Jhlning  fire s  ! 
O  Ourts  fir  only  for  your  Starry  ^ires  i 

N  4  ^^y. 


('84) 

My  ravifK*d  Soul's  in  flrange amazement  loft  j 
Sure  jfo  delight  is  wanting  on  this  Coafi. 
Ahi  —  Said  I,  ne  delight  was  wanting  here  ? 
Yes,  you  want  All-^,  alas  1  you  want  mj  Dear. 
Farewel  you  Stars^  and  you  bright  Forms  adieu  j 
My  bus'nels  here  was  with  my  Love^  notjou. 
There's  nothing  good  below  without  mj  Love, 
Nor  any  thing  worth  a  faint  f^'i/h  above. 

One  IVorld  fubdu'd,  the  Conqiiror  did  deplore 
That  Niggard  Fate  had  not  allovv  dhim  more: 
My  vafter  thoughts  a  thonf^nd  Worlds  defpife, 
Nor  lole  one  wifh  on  fuch  a  worthlefsfriz^. 
Not  aUthe  Vniverfe  from  Pole  to  Pole, 
Heavn^  Earth,  and  Sea^  can  fill  my  boundleis  Soul. 
What  neither  Earth's  wide  limits  can  contain, 
Nor  the  large  Empire  of  the  fpreading  Main  5 
Nor  Heavn,  whofe  vafler  Globe  does  both  inclofe  j 
That's  the  fole  ObjeH  my  Ambition  knows. 
Till  now,  alas  I  my  Soul  at  Jhadows  caught, 
And  always  was  deceivd'm  what  it  fought : 
Thou,  Lord,  alone  art  Heavn,  Earth,  Sea,  to  me  . 
ThoH,  Lord,  art  All,  all  nothing  without  Ihee. 


i»Ug, 


Aug.  Soliloq.  cap.  20. 

Whatever  is  contaimd  within  the  campafs  of 
Heanjeny  is  hentath  the  Soul  of  M&is^ 
which  jvd^ma^de  to  enjoy  the  chieftfiCootl 
above'y  iji  rvhofe  po^ijjion  dom  /|  cm  be 

happy .     ^* 


VIL  Wo 


ri86) 


JVff  iJTnd,  ihatlam  conslraniedio 

dnrell  nritlh  Vle/ech,  aizdlo  Jiaire 

iTizy  habitaium  anzona  the  tciiis 


^liP^- 


(x87) 


VII. 

Vf^^o  is  me^  that  I  am  conjiraincd  to  dwell  with 
Mefech,  and  to  have  my  habitation  among 
the  tents  ^/Kedar  !  .Pfal.  cxx.  4. 

STill  does  the  Sun  with  ufual  motion  fleer 
The  revolutions  of  the  cirding  Year  ? 
Or  Gibcons  wondrons  Solftice  //  renew  d^ 
when  at  the  mighty  JofhuaV  bec)^  heflcod? 
Or  is  his  motion  now  grown  Retrcgnde^ 
As  when  he  turnd  the  Hebrew  Dlaisjhade  ? 
Why  el(e  fhou'd  I,  who  now  am  paft  the  Age 
Allowed  to  tr€ad  this  Worlds  unhappy  Stage  - 
Why  fhou'd  I  be  deny'd  an  Exit,  now 
Tve  phydmjp4rt,  and  have  no  more  to  do? 
Is  thereon  Earth  a  Blejfing  to  repair 
Th'injurious  force  of  my  detainer  there  ? 
How  wofi'd  I  we/com  any  f^r  ring  death. 
To  eafe  me  of  the  burthen  ofn^y  breath  ? 
Byonefureftroke,  kind  Fate,  my  Sd:f  I  reprieve'- 
Tor^tis  continual  dying  hereto  Uve. 

Here 


(i88) 

Here  our  chief  Blifs  is  an  uncertain  joy. 
Which  fwifc  vicillitudes  of  ill  deftroy : 
Juil  as  the  Sun,  who  rifing  bright  and  gay. 
In  Clouds  and  Show'rs  concludes  the  weeping  day. 
So  boiHerous  gulls  ofc  tender  FlovvVs  invade. 
By  tempting  Winds  too  foon  abroad  betrayed. 

HerCy  envious  of  each  others  fettlementj 
All  things  contend  each  other  to  fu^fla?it. 
The  fecond  minute  drives  the  firft  arvajy 
Jnd  Night'/  Impatient  to  fticcced  the  Day : 
The  Ci-zger  Summer  thinks  the  Spring  too  long^ 
A?id  Autumn/r^/"/  that  Summer  is  not  gone: 
But  Autumn'/  [eljto  Winter  mufl  give  waj, 
Lejl  Its  cold  F rolls  oertake  and  funljh  his  delay. 

Behold  jon  Sea^  hoivfmooth^  without  a  frown  ? 
See^  while  I  fpeak^  how  curfd^  how  rough  'tis  grown  ? 
Zook^j  howferenesthe  Sky-,  how  calm  the  air  ? 
Novp^  hark^^  It  thunders  round  the  Hemlfphere  i 
This  great  unconflancy  of  humane  State 
Corrupts  each  minute  of  our  happy  Fate. 
Bur,  oh !  the  vyorftof  ills  is  ftill  behind. 
The  ravenous  converle  with  our  beaftly  kind. 
Sure  Nature  fir/l  In  anger  did  Intend 
A  plague  of  Monfters  oer  the  world  to  fend  5 

Tloen 


(i89) 

*rhen  htoHght  forth  her  fmfl  hrutljh  Ojf-^rhg  Men, 
A»d  ttirnd  each  houfe  into  a  favage  den. 
In  this  rapacious  jpecies  tpc  may  find 
All  that's  deftruclive  in  the  preji;g  kind  ; 
Lion,  Wolf,  Tygei-,  Bear,  ^«^  Crocodile, 
Strong  to  devour^  arid  cunning  to  beguile: 
Thefe  Beafts  are  led  to  frey  by  appetite. 
And  that  once  pleas' d,  no  more  la  blood  delight  5 
Bnt  Man,  /%  //<?//,  has  An  infatiate  thirft^ 
And  fi ill  is  ^eeneft  when  fo  fuH  to  burfi. 
This  raifes  Frauds  makes  Treachery  fine  and  gay, 
While  banifh'd  Juftice  Hies  difrob'd  away  : 
This  fills  che  World  with  loud  allarms  of  War, 
And  turns  t\\Q peaceful  Plow-Jhare  to  a  hoftile  Spear. 
\\1io  wou'd  be  flave  to  fuch  a  tyrant  Life, 
Tliat  llill  engages  him  in  Noife  and  Strife  ? 
Long  fince,  alas  !  I  did  my  Years  compleat, 
And  ferv'd  for  freedom,  ftill  deny  d  by  Fate. 
When  I  compute  to  what  a  price  amount 
My  mifpent  days,  Lm  bankrupt  in  th'account. 
Oh  !  what  Ih-ange  frenzy  does  thofe  menpofiefs, 
Who  rafhly  deem  long  life  a  happinefs  ^ 
They  fure  are  Grangers  to  the  Joys  above. 
Who  more  than  Home  a  wretched  Fxile  love. 
But  Heavns  remote,  and  its  far-difiant  bUfs 
Appears  minute  to  cur  miftaken  Eyes, 

Ah! 


(i9o) 

Ah !  vj^hy,  my  Country^  5iit  thou  plac'd  fb  far, 
Thw^t  I  am  ftilj  a  tedious  wnffderer  ? 

Happier  the  Exiles  of  old  Heathen  Rome, 
Whom  only  Tiber  did  divide  from  home ! 
While  to  remoter  bantfhment  delign'd, 
A  vaft  Ahyfs  'twixt  Heav'n  and  me  I  find. 
The  Hebrew  Jlaves  were  freed  i'th'  Jubilee  3 
Unhappier  Vafal !  I  fliall  ne'er  be  free. 
The  fwift  fore-runner  of  the  vvelcom  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^lof  my  Blifsand  Love. 
Hafte,  hade,  mj  God,  and  take  me  up  toThee  j 
There  let  me  live,  where  I  was  made  to  be  : 
Or  if  my  Bodfs  freedom's  not  defignM, 
So  foon,  at  leaft,  I  will  be  there  in  mnd. 


Aug, 


090 


Aug.  Serm.  43, 


There  are  two  tormentors  of  the  Soul,  which 
do  not  torture  it  together^  but  by  turns  \ 
their  names  are  FQd.v  and  Grief:  tVhen 
it  is  well  with  you^  you  fear  ;  when  ill, 
you  grieve. 


VIIL  0  wretcki 


(  19^  ) 


r 


O  TirreleheiL  tnaJL  thati {rmJwhu 
JJudl  dclurcT-mzefrcTirL  thzJbo^ 
of  ihu  dealrLTR^rm  y-24" 


(193) 


VIII. 

0  wretched  man  that  lam  !  who  [haH  deliver 
me  from  the  body  ofthU  death  1  Rom.vij.24rf 

T  "T  THere  are  the  loft  delights  for  which  IgrUve^ 
V  V     But  which  myforrorps  never  cair  retrieve  t 

Such  vaft  delights but  mention  not  the  lofs^ 

Whofe  fad  remembrance  is  thy  greateft  crofss 
And  Fate  is  kindeft  when  it  robs  us  fb. 
To  take  away  omfenfe  offuffering  too. 
On  our firft  Parents  folly  we  exclaim, 
Asif7"/7(fjy  only  were,  2^  firft ^  tobhme: 
On  Eve  ^nd.AdAm  we  difcharge  our  rage. 
And  thus  exfofe  our  naked  Parentage, 
Tho'  thou  who  thy  Fkft  Parents  doft  condemn^, 
Thou  ought'ft  to  blame  thy  felf  as  well  as  them. 
When  Life  at  one  rafh  Caft  was  thrown  away» 
Thou  didft,  as  well  as  thy  Forefather,  flay. 
But  I  (alafs ! )  condemn  not  them  alone. 
Nor  while  I  mind  their  faU^  forget  my  own. 
With  Eve  I  was  confentingto  the  cheat. 
Imposed  on  Adam^  and  hdpt  him  to  eat. 

Q  Heme^ 


(  194) 

Hence  I  my  nakednefs  gj\d/hame  deriv  d. 

And  skins  of  Bealh  to  cover  hoth  receiv'd : 

Was  from  my  forfeit  Eden  juftly  driv'n. 

The  ctrrfe  of  Earth,  and  the  contempt  ofHeav'n. 

Nor  do  I  now  th^general  iofs  bemoan  3 

hiy  griefs  too  little  to  bewail  my  own. 

The  tragick  flory  from  my  Birth  Til  take. 

For  early  grief  did  my  firll:  filence  break. 

'Twas  Jfiljs  Month,  the  lovelieft  of  the  Year, 

(  Tho'  all  my  Life  December  did  appear : ) 

The  Tveenty-fevenxh  3  Oh  !  had  it  been  my  lafl, 

I  had  not  mourn  d,  nor  that  made  too  much  haftc. 

That  was  the  fatal  day  that  gave  me  breath, 

Which  prov'd  almoft  my  teeming  Parent's  death  3 

And  ////,-  as  then,  to  her  ( alas ! )  IVe  been 

A  true  Benoni,  not  a  Benjamin. 

Xo  fooner  was  I  for  the  Cradle  drefl. 

But  a  ftrange  horror  all  around  pofleft  3 

Who  with  one  dire  prophetickyoice  prefage 

Tli  attending  misries  of  my  growing  age. 

why  didft  thou  give  me  life,  movQ  fatal  day 

Than  that  which  took  th'^^gyptian  Males  away  > 

No  more  be  numbred  in  the  Calendar, 

But  in  thy  place  let  a  large  ^/cf  appear  I 

Or  if  thou  muft  thy  annual  flation  keep. 

Let  each  hour  thunder,  and  each  minute  iveep  \ 


Let, 


Let^  as  on  Cain,  fom^  mark^hefix'don  Thee, 
That  giving  Life,  didfl  worfethan  mttrdtr  me, 
NovV,  Friends^  I  find  your  fdtal  Au^ry  true  5 
My  yvoes  each  other,  like  my  hours  purfue. 
Hence  the  large  fources  of  my  tears  arik:, 
KvA  no  dry  minute  wipes  my  flowing  eyes. 
No  fooner  had  I  \di  my  chlldijh  VUjSy 
The  harr,deji  fafil?}:es  of  my  happiefi  Days  t 
Now  part:  a  C/r//i,  yet  ilill  in  Judgment  fo, 
I  ihrdy'd  fii'ft  what  I  was  not  to  know. 
And  my  iirft  grief  was  to  lament  my  Fate, 
And  yet  'twas  fetdom  \  had  time  for  that. 
My  ftubborn  Soul  a  long  retiftance  made, 
Impatient  thus  by  Nature  to  be  fway'd : 
Ofr  ftrove  to  Heavn  to  raile  its  lofty  flight, 
As  oft  fuppreft  by  its  grofs  Bodys  weight : 
But  what  it  ecu  d  not  rcach^  its  Qy^fftrfne ; 
Then  a-y'd,  Ah  God !  and  fhed  a  briny  dew. 
Twice  more  it  wou'd  repeat  the  pleafing  neile. 
But  ftruggling  fighs  reftrain'd  ch'imprifon  d  voicd. 
Such  uire  were  felt  in  Bahe/s  Monavchs  breaft. 
When  of  his  Throne  and  Nature  dffpojOfell : 
But  conquered  Patience  yields  at  la  ft  to  Grief, 
And  thus  I  ^.eiit  my  wo,  and  beg  belief. 


Blef^ 


(196) 

BIcft  Author  of  my  Life,  hear  my  comphine. 
And  free  this  Captive  from  its  loathM  reftraint ! 
Speak  but  the  word,  thy  Servant  fhall  be  free! 
Thou  mdd'fl  me  thus,  O  thus  unbody  me ! 
Or  if  thou  wilt  not  this  relief  afford, 
Grant  (bme  kind  Poifon ,  or  fomc  friendly  Sword  I 
Dying  rd  hug  the  Author  of  my  Death, 
And  beg  his  fardon  with  my  lateft  breath. 
But  to  fave  man  xh^  guilty  fend  {^^^m^  Difeafe  ! 
Death  in  the  moft  affright ingJJgafe  will  pleafe. 
Were  I  to  aft  Perillus  (corcbing  Scene, 
I  fiiou  d  rejoice  to  hear  my  felf  complain. 
Oh  Heav'n !  my  fatience  is  o  ercome  hy  grief  I 
Is  there  above  no  (liccour,  no  relief? 
The  mercy  Death  is  all  I  thee  implore : 
Lord !  grant  it  foon,  left  I  blalpheme  thy  pow V. 
When  for  difpatch  tormented  wretches  pray. 
No  cruelty s  fo  barb  rous  ts  delay. 
Why  am  I  to  this  noifom  Carcafe  ty*d, 
Whole  ftench  is  death  in  all  its  ghaftly  pride  ? 
Then  fpeak^  the  word,  and  I  fhall  foon  be  free ; 
Thm  form'dft  me  thm^  O  thns  unbodyiwr  / 

Amb- 


(197) 

Amb.  in  Pfal.  cxviij. 

Harp  does   that  Soul  live,  that  is  in- 
clofed  in  a  coz^cring  of  E)eath  ? 


IX«   lam 


( 19?  ) 


Jam  in  a{sb^aia?iirhc2?vccii  in'c^  havina  a. . 
Jejir'^c  Utrh  Jipclvedariiltc  I'c  ivtlh  Cftrut. 


(i99) 


IX. 


I  am  in  a,  Jlraight  between  tivo^  having  a  de* 
fire  to  be  dijfolvedy  and  to  be  with  Chrtjij 
Philip,  i.  2^. 

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  hafle  away ; 
While  Earth  allures,  and  gently  whifpers,  ftaj  I 
But  hence  thou  fly  Inchantrefs  of  my  heart  ] 
I'll  breali  thy  fetters,  and  defpife  thy  art. 
Hafte,  harte,  kind  Fate,  unlock  my  Prifon  door  ! 
Were  I  released,  how  I  aloft  vvou'd  foai*  ? 
See,  Utrdi  my  ftrugghng  arms  towVdsT'/?^^  are  (enc. 
And  ftrive  to  grafp  thee  in  their  wide  extent. 
Oh  !  had  Ifowr  to  mount  above  the  Pole^ 
And  touch  the  Center  oj  my  longing  Soul  I 
Tho'  torn  in  funder  by  the  flight  I  be, 
rd  loofe  one  half,  might  t'other  reach  but  Thee. 

O  4  Bui 


(  200  ) 

But  thou  above  derid'ft  my  weak  defigns, 

And  ftill  oppofeft  what  thy  word  injoins. 

Vainly  I  ^^^'what  thou  doft  ftill  deny^  \ 

And  ftrctch  my  hands  to  reach  what's  placd  too  high. 

Oft  to  my  (dffalfe  Ho^es  ofThee  I  feign, 

And  think  thou  kindly  com'ft  to  break  my  Chain. 

Now,  now,  I  cry,  my  Soul  fhall  foar  above ! 

But  this  (alas !  )  was  all  difTembled  Love. 

Sure  this  belief  (omt  pity  might  obtain  5 

Thou  fhou'dft  at  leaft  for  this  have  broke  my  Chain. 

But  if  Fm  ftill  confin'd,  my  Wings  I'lJ  try  i 

And  if  I  fail,  in  great  attempts  Idle, 

But  fee!  He  comes,  and  as  he  ghdes along. 
He  Reckons  me,  andfeems  to  fay,  Come  on. 
rJl  rile,  and  flie  into  his  lov'd  embrace, 
Andfhatcha  kifs,  a  thoufand,  from  his  face. 
Now,  now  he's  near,  his  facred  Robe  I  touch. 
And  I  fhall  gi'afp  him  at  the  next  approach  : 
But  he  (alas! )  has  mock'd  my  vain  delign, 
And  fled  thefe  arms,  thefe  flighted  arms  of  mine; 
For  tho'  the  difcance  ne'er  fo  little  be. 
It  feems  t\i" Extremes  of  the  vafl  Globe  to  mc. 
Thus  does  my  Love  my  longing  tantallz^e^ 
And  bids  me /^//jor,  while  too  ^^^i  he  flies. 

Thus 


(20l) 

Thus  fportlve  Zoz/f  delights  in  little  cheats^ 
Which  oft  are  puniihy  \\\i\\fevrre  deceits. 

The  World  has  an  Original  in  me. 
To  paint  deludea  Lovers  mifery  : 
And  he  who  has  his  eape  Fair  betray'd. 
Finds  all  \i\sfalfhood  with  Urge  Lifrefi  piid. 
I  ne  er  lufpefted  thou  cou'dil  Eiithlefs  be, 
But  f.td  experience  has  infbucled  me. 

As  a  chain'd  Mafiiff,  begging  to  be  loore. 
With  reftlefs  clamours  fills  the  deafned  hoiife  : 
But  if  deny'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  mod. 
But  when  you  frown,  and  my  requeft  deny, 
Deaf  as  the  Rocks  to  my  repeated  cry  3 
Then  I  againft  my  hated  Clog  exclaim. 
And  on  my  Chain  lay  all  the  guilty  blame. 
Thus  grief  pretends,  by  giving  paiTion  vent, 
To  eafe  the  pain  of  my  Imprilbnment. 
But  I  unjuftly  blame  the  Chain  alone. 
And  fpare  the  cruel  hand  that  tfd.  it  on. 
Well  might  the  barbVous  load  of  Chains  I  bear 
Become  a  Rencgado flave  to  wears 


Bftt 


^202) 

But  tvhy  this  harjh  ill  ufagCy  Love^  to  me, 

JVhofe  tvhole  endeavour  is  to  come  to  Thee  ? 

But  when  my  Soul  attempts  that  lofty  flight, 

Tis  ftill  fuppreft  by  a  grofs  bodies  weight. 

So  {ixtji'omig  Birds ^  by  Nature  wing  d  in  vain, 

Whom  Iportful  Boys  with  fcanty  Threads  reftrain  s 

When  eager  to  retrieve  their  ;ui,tive  air. 

They  rife  a  little  height,  and  flutter  there  : 

But  having  to  theif  utmoll:  limits  flown,         (down. 

The  more  they  ftrive  to  mount,  they  fall  the  fafter 

Each,  tho'  it  fleeps  in  its  young  Tyrants  breaft, 

And  is  with  Banquets  from  his  lips  careft  j 

Yet  prizes  more  the  fieedom  of  the  JVood, 

Than  all  the  Dainties  of  its  dear-bought  food. 

Could  tears  diiTolve  my  Chains,  O  with  what  eale 

rd  weep  a  Deluge  for  a  quick  releafe  ? 

But  tears  arc  vain,  reach.  Lord !  thy  hands  to  me, 

And  in  return  Pll  ftretch  my  Chains  to  thee. 

Thou,  only  thou  canft  loofe  my  bands  j  for  none 

Can  take  them  olf,  but  he  that  put  them  on. 


Chryfoft, 


(203) 


Chryfofl.  hom.  55.  ad  pop.  Antioch. 

Ho:v  long[fjA!l  we  he  faflned  here  ?  We  ftkk  to 
the  Earthy  and  as  if  )ve  [h oh U  always  live 
there^  rre  wallow  in  the  mire,  God  gave 
us  Bodies  of  Earthy  that  we  Jbould  carry 
them  to  Heaven;  not  that  we  {hould  by 
them  del/afe  our  Souls  to  the  Earth. 


X.  Brir^i 


(204) 


\^rm^  my/S^citlicut  efw^ucii^  lAatl  may 


(2C5) 


Brifsig  mj  Soul  out  of  Prifony  that  I  may 
fraife  thy  namt^  cxlij.  9. 

IWho  did  once  thro'  Heav*ns  wide  Regioiis  rove. 
Tree  Deyil^n  of  thofe  vaft  Realms  aboye  \ 
Now  to  a  narrow  Dungeon  am  confin'd, 
A  Cave  that  darkens  and  reftrains  my  mind. 
When  firft  my  Soul  put  en  its  flefhly  load, 
It  was  imprifbn^d  in  the  dark  abode ; 
My  feet  were  fetters,  my  hands  manacles^ 
My  Jtnews  chains,  and  all  confiner/ient  elfe ; 
My  hones  the  bars  of  my  loath'd  Prifon-grate ; 
My  tongne  the  turnkey,  and  my  rnoHth  thc^^^. 

Why  from  my  native  ftation  am  I  fent 
A  Captive  to  this  narrow  tetjernent  f 
How  oft  WQu'd  I  attempt  Si/hameful flight. 
In  Fire  or  fFater  bid  the  World  ^oi>^  night  ? 
How  oft  have  I  their  happy  Fate  admir'd. 
Who  by  the  Sword  or  Poifon  have  expired  ? 


But 


(  206  ) 

Bfft  to  gam  Heav;i^  nve  muft  Heav'ns  lelfure  fldj 
Such  rajh  attcmj^ters  have  miftook^  the  itvay. 
As  only  Heav:i  our  Beings  did  beflow^ 
Tis  Heavnsfole  right  to  countermand  them  too : 
And  Tvhen  to  take  rphat  That  fir  si  gave  wefirive. 
We  impoufiy  encroach  on  Gods  Prerogative  5 
And  on  our  Souls  by  this  unlawful  aEl^ 
In  breaking  Prisn  vpc  a  new  guilt  contrdEi : 
while  th'imfious  courfie  we  tah^  to  fet  us  free^ 
Betrays  us  to  a  greater  flaverj. 
Had  I  fome  winding  Lab'rinth  for  my  ^ajl^ 
I  then  might  hop£  fin*  freedom  to  prevail : 
But  while  imbodfd  in  this  Flefh  /  //f , 
Heav'n  muEt  be  the  Deliverer^  not  1. 
Let  the  miftaken  wretch  his  Pris  n  accufe, 
Which  for  his  flight  did  no  kind  means  refuie. 
Wou*d  fome  kind  chink  one  heavenly  Ray  admit 
To  blefs  my  Eyes,  how  wou'd  I  honour  it? 
But  while  confin'd  to  this  daik  Cell  I  lie. 
My  captive  Soul  can't  reach  its  native  Sky. 
Hercy  even  my  will's  a  flave  to  Pajpons  made, 
PaJJions  which  have  its  Liberty  betray 'd. 
When  pioully  it  is  incHn'd  to  good, 
*Tis  by  repugnant  Pajfions  ftill  withftood. 
2r^/ir/ Ifrael  in  r/^'^Egyptian  bondage  far' d^ 
tVhilefrom  the  Service  of  their  Goddebarrd-, 

tVheff 


(207) 

PPijen  to  his  ^or/kip  they  defir'd  tog9^ 
The  Tyrant  Phar'oh  abfvays  anfwefd^  No. 
Oh  my  dear  God !  vifit  this  humble  Cell, 
And  fee  within  what  narrow  Walls  I  dwell 
But  if  the  Z^r;(;/,  and^^r/,  and  Cr^t^rj  afright. 
Command  them  all  to  of  en  at  thy  fight. 
Command  them,  Lord,  to  fet  thy  Servants  free  ; 
Nor  will  this  deed  wifhout  example  be : 
Angels  have  left  their  Thrones  and  Bllfs  above. 
To  ranfom  thofe  whom  thou  art  pleas'd  to  love: 
Thus  Peter  did  his  op  ning  Prifon  view. 
Vet  (carcebeliev'd  the  Mlr^xle  was  true. 
But  no  fuch  favour  is  induJg  d  to  me, 
I  want  Calafs ! )  fuf:h  happy  Liberty. 
Gome,  my  dear  Lord  !  unlock  my  prifon  Gate, 
And  let  my  Soul  tou  Yd  Heav  n  expatiate  ? 
In  triumph  tho'  thy  Slave  conducted  be, 
ril  blefs  the  Chains  that  bind  me  clofe  to  Thee. 

To  Thee  my  Hands  are  thro'  the  Grates  addreilTi. 

O  that  I  cou  d  but  follow  with  the  reft  !  . 

The  captive  Bird  ^hcut  its  Ct^e  will  Hy, 

And  the  leaft  way  for  its  efcape  efpy. 

And  with  its  Bill  gnaws  thro'  the  twiggy gra:e 

A  fecret  paiTage  to  its  f[r{{  fi-ee  fiate, 

Canftthou,  my  God  I  be  deaf  to  alimycricS: 

And  more  obdurate  than  m.y  Frifor,  is  ? 

^  Nor 


(io8) 

Nor  for  myfelf,  but  Thee  do  I  complaitr, 
Thy.  (acred  praife,  which  Ivcoudjingy  in  vain; 
IcOTC  here  (alas! )  I  cannot  once  rejoice. 
Nor  touch  my  7?r/^^/,  norraife  my  tuneful  voice. 
For  Birds  confind,  to  rage  convert  their  Notes, 
QxfuRen  grown,  lock  up  their  (ilent  throats. 
Come  then,  my  God^  unlock  my  Prifon-gate^ 
And  let  my  Soul  towVds  Heav'n  expatiate  ! 
There  my  loud  voice  in  joyful  Notes  lUraife, 
And  iing  Eternal  Anthems  to  thy  praile. 
But  if  thou  wilt  not  thisrequeft  allow. 
At  thy  own  Glory  thou  mud  envioia ^rcrv. 


Greg. 


(io9) 

Greg,  in  cap.  7.  Job. 

Man  is  imprifonedj  becaufe  by  pro^ci-^ 
ency  in  wrttte  he  often  Jhri^es  to  rife 
on  high^  but  is  k^pt  down  by  the 
corruption  of  his  flejh. 


P  XI.  Hike 


(  210)?» 


I^iJ:c  as  th£lfa7^irJcs{iic7fkfhc  rvatcr^- 


(2II) 


XI. 

Like  as  the  Hurt  deftreth  the  water-hroohj 
[o  longeth  my  Soul  after  thee,  0  God  ! 
Plal*  xlij.  I. 

LOrd !  woud'ft  thou  know  my  breads  confuming 
And  how  I  pine  and  languiih  in  defire  ?        n^^> 
The  withering  Vi'Iets  no  relemblance  yield, 
Nor  can  I  take  it  from  the  Sun-burnt  Field  5 
Nor  by  that  heat  can  I  exprefs  my  pain, 
That  melts  us  in  the^r;  Bog-fiar's  reign. 
The  Lyhian  Sands ^  where  the  Sun's  warm  falute 
With  barren  drouth  deftroys  all  hope  of  fruit, 
Ev  n  they^  compared  with  me^  are  moift  and  cflo/5 
Such  raging  flames  have  feiz  d  my  keEiick^SoHL 
But  wou'dft  thou  have  zn  Emblem  of  my  pains,    \ 
Regard  then  how  the  wounded  Hart  complains. 
While  in  his  fide  th'envenom'd  Arrow  lies. 
His  Bk>od  boils  over,  and  his  Marrow  fries: 
Thus  thro'  the  Woods  he  takes  a  nimble  flight, 
Till  fame  cool /?rf<«w3  falutes  his  diftant  fight ; 

P  2  Then 


("2) 

Then  with  redoubled  fpeed  he  pants  and  brays. 
Till  there  his  thlrfi  3indfeaver  he  allays. 
Thus,  thus  transfix  d  with  an  Infernal  Dart^ 
I  feel  the  poifon  raging  in  my  heart. 
Th'envenom'd  blood  with  vi'lent  fury  burns, 
And  to  a  thoufwd  difF'rent  tortpres  turns. 
The  Tyrant  Lufl  now  thra  my  body  reigns. 
And  now  Int em 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  fliall  I  a  Med  cine  find 
To  eafe  thele  reftlefs  torments  of  my  mind  ? 
Thou,  thou,  my  God  I  alone  canft  eafe  my  grie^ 
From  the  fur  e  iVaters  of  the  Well  of  Life, 
My  panting  Soul  laments  and  pines  for  them, 
As  the  chas*d  Hart  for  the  refrcfhing/r^4w. 

Shunning  the  quick-nos*d  Hounds  afrighting  cries 
With  timorous  hade  oft  to  the;;7o///he  flies  \ 
And  when  he  finds  himfelf  too  clofe  befet. 
With  aftive  fpeed  o'er-leaps  th*extended  Net : 
But  hotly  by  hisnumVous  Foes  purfu'd. 
He  feeks  the  fqccour  of  fome  fheltring  Wood  i 
And  pn  his  neck,  left  it  retard  his  fpeed, 
Cafts  back  the  ufelefs  Armour  of  his  head  2 

Which^ 


("3) 

JVhich^  fince  he  hoi  not  courage  to  emploj, 
^JPfls  his  Fees  its  orpptter  to  deftroy. 
Sometimes  he  thinks  the  deep-mouth'd  foe  is  near 
From  ftrong  impreifions  of  remaining  fear : 
Again  he  (land*;  and  hftens  for  their  cries, 
Then,  almoftfpent,  thro' the  clofe  Thickets  fli^s 
To  the  clear  Springs :  And  as  he  pants  for  them^ 
So  pines  mjf  Soul  for  the  Caleflial  ftrcam  • 
There  he  renews  his  ftrengthj  and  lays  his  heat, 
And  row'ls  and  wantons  in  the  cool  retreat. 

Lord !  lielts great  Nimrod  holds  my  Soulin  chafe, 
T&Jhun  Tphofe  Hounds  I  fly  from  place  to  place  ^ 
But  clofely  they  my  weary  fieps  purfue^ 
No  means  offttccour  or  efcape  I  view, 
Tird  with  my  flighty  and  faint  with  conftant  fweat^ 
I  wijh  to  reft^  I  wifh  to  lay  my  heat : 
But  where^  O  whtre  can  this  refrefhment  he  ? 
'Tis  no  where,  Lord  I  'tis  no  where  but  with  Thcc 
IVith  Thee  an  ever-bubbling  Fountain  flows  ^ 
The  reihedy  of  alt  thy  Ser'Vants  woes : 
P leafing  its  tafte,  itsvertue  fanative  ; 
Nor  health  alone,  but  endlefs  Life  'twill ghc. 
Then  tell  not  me  c/Tagus  Golden  floods 
Whoje  rswilng  Sands  raife  a  perpetual  mud: 

P  3  There 


(214) 

There  7^0/^W  1  drlnk^  irifatiatc  till  I  hurfr^ 
Each  greedy  draught  -xvond  re-inflame  my  thirfi. 
No,  to  the  pieafing  ST^rmgs  above  Til  go. 
The  Springs  that  in  the  heavenly  Canaan  ^ott. 
My  panting  Soul  laments  and  pines  for  them^ 
As  the  chas'd  Hart  for  the  VQ&Qfhingftream. 


Cyril. 


Cyril,  in  Joan.  lib.  3.  cap.  10. 

//  i^  an  excdknt  rvattr  thdt  allays  theper^ 
niciousthirft  of  this  Worlds  and  the  heat 

'  off^ice;  that  rvafhes  off  all  the  fiainsof 
fw  ;  that  waters  and  improves  the  Earth 
m  which  our  Souls  inhabit ;  and  reft  ores 
the  mind  of  Man^  that  thirfts  with  an 
earneft  desire  after  its  God. 


^-»<j---g'!q 


P4  XII.  When 


,     (2l6) 


-J 


Ji^ncm  shall  /came  (arid  avpca?^  h^^^c^ 
(pm, presence^  af6^ad^^sal.4.z:z  ■ 


r.z4f. 


(217) 


xir. 


When  [ball  I  come  and  Appear  before  the  pre - 
fence  of  God?  Pfal.  Ixij.  2. 


w 


Jlth  promised  Jojs  my  ears  thou  ofc  did'ft 
fill, 

But  they  are  only  Joys  of  Promife  ftilL 

Did'ft  thou  not  fay  thou  fbon  wou'dft  call  me  hoinc? 

Be  juft,  my  Love,  and  kindly  bid  me  come  I 

"  Exfe^ing  Lovers  count  each  hour  a  day, 

''  And  death  to  them's  lels  dreadful  than  deld). 

A  tedious  train  of  Months  and  Years  is  gone. 

Since  firft  you  bid  me  hofe,  yet  gave  me  none. 

Why  with  delays  doft  thou  abufe  my  love. 

And  fail  my  vain  expectancies  above  ? 

While  taus  th'infulting  Crowd  derides  my  woe, 

Where's  now  your  Loz-e  ?  how  well  he  keeps  his 

Vow  f 
Hajie  then,  and  home  thy  long\'ig  Laruer  ta're  ^ 
Jf  not  for  mine,  jet  for  thy  promife  fake, 

WfeeH 


When  fhalllcome  before  thy  Throne,  and  fee 
Thy  glorious  Scepter  kindly  ftretch'd  to  me  ! 
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  frefence^  and  I  fhall  be  -whole ! 
O  when,  thou  Joy  of  all  adnofeig  eyes, 
When  fhall  I  fee  thee  on  thy  Throne  of  hlifs  ? 

As  when  unwelcom  Night  begins  its  fway. 
And  throws  its  fable  mantle  o  er  the  day  -, 
The  withering  glories  of  the  Garden  fade. 
And  weeping  Groves  bewail  their  lonely  fhade  j 
To  melancholly  Silence  Men  retire. 
And  no  fweet  Note  founds  from  the  feather'd  ^ire: 
But  hai*dly  can  the  rifing  Morn  difplay 
The  purple  Enfigns  of  approaching  day ; 
But  the  glad  Gardens  deck  themfelves  anew. 
And  the  cheer'd  Groves  fhake  off  their  heavy  Dew ; 
To  daily  Labour  Man  himfelf  devotes. 
And  Birds  in  Anthems  fbrain  their  tuneful  throats. 
So  without  T/^^e-,  I  grieve,  I  pine,  I  mourn  5 
So  triumph,  fo  revive  at  Thy  return. 
But  ThoHy  unkind,  bid'ft  me  delight  my  Eyes 
With  other  Beauties^  other  Rarities, 

Some- 


(219) 

Sometimes  thou  bid'ft  me  mark  the  flowery  Field ; 
What  various  fcents  and  fhews  the  Medovs  yield ; 
Then  to  the  Stars  thou  doft  direcl  my  (ight. 
For  they  from  Thine  derive  their  borrowed  light. 
Then  faift,  Contemplate  Man  I  in  Him  thou'lt  fe» 
The  great  refemblance  o£rhy  Love  and  Afe. 
Why  woudft  thou  thus  deceive  me  with  ay^^if, 
A  trifling  Image,  that  will  quickly  fade  ? 
My  fancy  ftoops  not  to  a  mortal  aim  j 
Thou,  thou  haft  kii^Jled,  and  muft  quench  my  ftaTfte^ 

O  glorious  Face,  worthy  a  Pow'r  Divine, 
Where  Loz'e  and  Awe  with  equal  mixture  ihine ! 
Triumphant  Majefty  of  that  bright  Ray 
\Vhere  bluihing  Angels  proftrate homage  pay! 
We  in  thy  Works  thy  fixM  impreifions  trace. 
Vet  fHll  but  faint  reflections  of  thy  Face. 
When  this  inchanted  Wtt/^s  compar'd  with  TheCy 
Itsboafted  Beauty  %  all  deformity: 
Thy  Stars  no  fuch  tranlcending  glories  own 
As  Thine,  whofe  light  exceeds  all  theirs  in  one. 
This  truth  fbme  one  of  them  can  beft  declare. 
Who  on  the  Mount  thy  bleft  fpectators  were: 
Who  on  Thy  Glories  were  allow'd  to  gaze. 
And  law  Heavn  op  ned  in  Tffy  reondrons  Face, 

Thy 


(  220  ) 

Thy  filming  \^ifagc  all  the  God  confejl ,  (drc(^. 

Inbeauttom  Lambent  Flames  vtrere  thy  bright  Temfles 

Nor  can  we  blame  thy  great  A^o^le%  Z^l, 
To  whom  thou  did'rt  that  happy  fight  reveal  ;• 
That  flighting  all  before  accounted  dear, 
He  was  for  Buildi/ig  Tabernacles  here. 
Yet  he  beheld  Thee  then  within  a  Veil^ 
The  killing  Rays  thou  kindly  did'ft  conceal: 
He  (aw  a  milder  flame  thy  Face  furroundj 
Thy  Temples  with  rebated  Glories  a'own'd: 
As  when  the  filver  Moon's  reflected  Beams, 
In  (bme  clear  Evening  gild  the  fmihng  Streams : 
Or  cloud-born  Lightning  in  its  nimble  Race 
Paints  on  a  trembling  Wave  Heav*ns  blufliing  Face. 
How  had  he  wondred  at  the  nobler  Lights 
Whole  bare  Reflection  was  fb  heav  nly  bright? 
Bur,  oh  !  That\  inaccefTible  to  humane  fight  1 
Then  me,  oh  !  me  to  that  blefl  fiate  receive, 
Where  I  may  fee  thee  all,  and  (eeing  live ! 
When  will  that  happy  day  of  \^ifion  be,  1 

When  I  fhall  make  a  near  approach  to  Thee^  r 

^e  Tvrapt  in  Clouds^  and  loft  in  Myftery  ?  J 

Tis  true,  the  Sacred  Elements  impart  ) 

Thy  virtual  frefence  to  nay  faithfpd  heart  j  r 

But  to  my  fenfl:  ftill  tmrcvtaU  thpu  art.  ^ 

Thisy 


(221  ) 

Thisy  tho'  z  great,  is  an  imperfffl  bllfs, 
T'embracc  a  Cloud  for  the  bright  God  I  wifh  i 
My  SohU  more  exalted  fitch  wou'd  fly, 
And  view  71?^^  in  the  heights  of  Mujefly. 

Oh  I  when  fhall  I  behold  Thee  all  ferene^ 
Without  one  ^ifi'/o//j  CUnd^  or  f'W/ between? 
li^n  diflant  Faith  yZ?^//  in  near  Vifion  ceafe^ 
ji'/tdjlill  my  LovQ /hall  with  nty  Sight  increafe  ? 
That  happy  day  dear  as  thefe  Eyes  Ihall  be, 
And  more  than  all  the  deareft  things,  but  Thte. 

Aug.  in  Pfal.  42. 

If  thou  findeft  any  thing  better  than  to  behold  the  face 
of  Gody  hafle  thee  thither.  Wo  be  to  that  love  of 
thine  ^  if  thou  dojl  hut  imagine  anything  mere  beau- 
tiful than  He,  from  whom  all  Beauty  that  delights 
thee  is  derived. 


XIII.  Othat 


(  222  ) 


m^7il7i  "-ciii^v  ^7imy^  a  fid  I'c.  ati^esf^. 


(22?) 


XIII. 

0  that  1  f;ad  the  win^s  of  a.  Dove  !  for  then  I 
would  fly  arvajfj  and  he  at  re/?,  Pfal.  \\\  6. 

TH  O'  Great  Creator  I  I  receive  from  Thee 
All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  hofe  to  be  j 
Yet,  might  thy  humble  Clay  expoftulate, 

1  wou  d  complain  of  my  defe^he  fiate. 

To  Manth'aft  given  the  boundlefs  Regency 
Of  three  vaft  Realms,  the  Ocean^  Earth,  and  Shy: 
But,  oh  j  how  fhall  this  ample  PowV  be  try'd, 
V\'hen  ftill  the  means  to  ufe  it  arc  deny'd  ? 

Pardon  my  hafty  cenfureof  thy  skilly 
Who  tliink  thy  mighty  W'ork  defedive  ftill ! 
Nor  am  I  forward  to  correcl  thy  Art, 
By  wifhing  Man  a  Cafement  in  his  Heart, 
M^hofe  dark  Recedes  all  the  World  might  (ee  5 
That  projpecl  juftly  is  referv'd  for  Tijee : 
But  the  defe<5l  I  mourn  is  greatrr  far-y 
QtFins  to  cut  the  Waves,  and  Wings  the  Air. 

InferUr 


(l24) 

Inferior  Creatffres  no  perfe(5lion  want. 

To  hinder  their  enjoyment  o^Thy  grant : 

The  fiaiy  Race  have  nimble  Fins  allow'd. 

With  which  they  range  about  their  native  Flood : 

And  all  the  feather  d  Tenants  of  the  Air, 

feom  up  on  tow'ring  filings,  expatiate  there. 

Thus  ev'ry  Creature  finds  a  Ifiefi  content 

Adapted  to  its  proper  Element  .- 

Sut  Man^  for  the  command  of  ^/ZdefignM, 

Is  fHU  to  One  injurioufly  confined  j 

While  Nature  often  is  extravagant, 

And  gives  his  Subje<5ls  more  than  what  they  want. 

Some  of  the  watry  kind,  we  know,  am  fly. 

And  viht,  when  they  pleafe,  the  lofty  Sky  5 

And,  in  exchange,  fome  of  the  aery  brood 

Defcend,  and  turn  bold  Pirates  in  the  Flood: 

While  ftill  to  Man  Heav'n  does  all  means  deny 

Toexercife  hisW«  Authority, 

Ev  n  buzzing  Infecis  with  light  mngs  are  blefl. 

In  whofe  fmall  frame  Heav'n  has  much  art  expreflf 

But  Man,  the  great,  the  noble  Mafier-piece, 

fVants  a  perfection  that  abounds  in  thefe. 

Nay  fbme,  the  meanefi  of  the  feather  d  ki»d^ 

For  neither  profit  nor  delight  defign'd, 

Stretch  their  Dominions  to  a  vaft  extent, 

Nor  pleas'd  with  Two,  range  a  third  Element  3 

Some- 


(225)" 

Sometimes  on  Earth  they  walk  with  flatelj  pace. 
And  fport  and  revel  on  the  tender  grafs  5 
Then  for  the  liquid  fir  earn  exchange  the  /hoar^ 
And  dally  there  as  wanton  as  before  : 
But  wearied,  the>ice  their  moiflned  wings  they  rear, 
To  take  their  wild  drverfion  in  the  Air. 
Sure  thefe  to  rule  the  triple  PVorld  were  fent. 
And  dem^zo/i'd  of  everj  Element : 
But  Mayi,  excluded  both  the  Sea  and  Air, 
Can  make  fmall  ufe  of  his  Dominion  there. 
Nor  yet  repine  I  that  the  Earth's  aloiie 
Maris  Element^  (ince  I  defire  but  One  j 
My  whole  anthiticn'%  to  exchange  my  place- 
Tho'  with  the  meaneft  of  the  feathered  Race. 
;  Grant  me  but  mngs  that  I  may  nfwards  foar, 
I  rU  forfeit  them  if  e'er  I  covet  more.  * 

Nor  canft  thou,  Lord  /  my  juft  petition  blame, 
When  thou  regard'ft  the  end  of  all  my  aim : 
The  Miferies  below,  and  Joys  above^ 
KeciX^om  hence,  and  /^iV/^^r  point  my  love. 
Jhe  Earth.  (  alas  I  )  no  fettled  ft  at  ion  hnvwsy 
So  fafi  the  deluge  of  its  ruine  flows  : 
Nnmherlefs  trotdhles  and  calamities 
Jncreafethe  Flood,  too  apt  itfelfto  rife. 
Tird  rvith  long  flight,  my  rveary  SohI  can  meet 
No  friendly  hough  t9  entertain  her  feet, 

Q^  Htre 


(226) 

Here  t\o  hlrfl  fign  of  T^ ace  or  Plenty  U  j 

All  lie  oervphelmd  in  the  profound  Abyfs^ 

O  whither  then  Jhall  I  fir  fafety  go  ? 

Imufl  not  hope  fi  great  a  good  (?elow% 

Vainly  to  Honour  or  to  Wealth  I  fly, 

Thefe  cannot  he  their  own  fecurity ; 

Ji4y  file  defendance  is  the  Sacred  Ark, 

There,  there  my  Soul  in  fafity  may  embarque : 

Thoufindfl  /?fr  thence,  Lord^  call  her  home  again. 

And fl^r etch  thy  favouring  hand  to  take  her  in  I 

But  (he's  (aLul  )  too  weak^  for  fuch  a  flight. 

Her  flagging  wings  are  baffled  by  its  height. 

TVoudft  thou  vouchfafe  to  imp  them,  Jhe  woftdfly. 

And  brave  the  tow  ring  Monarch  of  the  Sky  i 

Then  /he  woud  hafte  to  her  eternal  Refl, 

And  build  above  the  Clouds  her  lofty  Neft-  5 

There  basking  in  thefplendor  of  thy  Beams, 

Be  allimployd  on  bright  Angelick^  Themes ; 

In  which  ty adulterate  World  fhall  have  no  parr^ 

That  fly  Debaucher  of  my  wandring  heart: 

But  in  firaphick  Flames  for  Thee  III  burn. 

And  never,  never  think  of  a  return. 


Amb. 


(227) 


Amb.  Horn.  7. 


Nothing  c An  fly  hut  what  is  pure^  l^gf^^y  ^^^ 
f^htik^  and,  whofe  purity  is  not  corrupted 
h  intemperance^  nor  its  cheerfulnejs  or 
(mftnefs  retarded' by  any  might. 


0^2  XIV.  Ohowi 


(228) 


O  hoTV  amiable  fare  my  Tale?^nacIeJ , 


T.z-i.^. 


(229) 


XIV. 

0  how  amUble  are  thy    Tubtrnacks :    thou 
LordofHoJls  !  Pfal.  Ixxxiv.  i. 

GReat  Leader  of  the  Starry  Hofls  that  (land 
In  fhining  order  on  thy  either  hand  ! 
Such  bright  magnificence  adorns  Thy  Throne, 
That  hence  my  ravifod  Soul  wou'd  fain  be  gone. 
To  oflfer  there  her  low  Devotion. 
Hail  glorious  Palace,  which  a  lofty  Mound 
Of  fhining  Ja^er  clofely  does  furround .' 
Where  the  blew  Safhyre  and  clear  Chryfolitf 
At  once  aftonijh  and  affeB  the  Sight .' 
Where  fparkling  Tofos-threjholds  kift  the  feet 
Of  all  who  come  towards  the  Almighty  s  Seat  \ 
By  doors  of  dazling  Adamant  let  in, 
Where  Golden  Roofs  on  Emerald  Pillars  fhine ! 
This  lofty  StruElure,  this  divine  Abode, 
Becomes  the  Pre  fence  of  its  Foftnder-God. 


Here  pureft  A^rs^  ^nn'd  in  by  Angels  Wlngs^ 
Breathe  all  the  Odors  often  thoufand  Springs, 
Here  no  benumming  Frofis  dare  once  be  rude. 
Nor  piercing  Snows  within  thefe  Courts  intrude. 
The  torrid  Zone  is  far  remote  from  hence^ 
This  Climate  feels  z  gentler  influence. 
This  true  Elizium's  pleafures  ne'er  decay, 
Whofe  time  is  all  but  one  eternal  day. 

Bright  Refident  of  the  Cceleftial  Spheres  ! 
How  defpicable's  Earthy  when  Heavn  appears  ? 
The  very  name  of  Griefs  a  Stranger  here^ 
And  nothing  can  beget  a  though^  of  Fear, 
Here  undifturb'd  Tranquillitj  prefides, 
And  entrance  to  2\\  jarring  Foes  forbids. 
Hence  every  Pajfion^  Frailty  and  Difeafe^ 
All  that  may  injure^  trouble,  or  dijpleafe^ 
All  that  may  difcompofe  th  exalted  mind, 
Are  to  eternal  baniihment  confln'd. 

Bright  Refident  of  the  Coeleftial  Spheres  ! 
How  defpicable's  Earthy  when  H^avn  appears? 
Here  feaflit^  Souls  perpetual  Revels  k^ep^ 
And  never  are  concerned  for  food  or  fleep  \ 
With  indefatigable  Ze^l  thej  WQV^^ 
Born  on  the  wings  of  Duty  and  of  Love. 

Dijfolvd 


DiS'olvd  in  Hymns,  here  ^iref  ef  Angels  lle^ 

And,  with  loud  HalelujahV^//  the  Sky. 

Here  new-come  Saints  with  wreaths  of  light  are  crown*  d^ 

fVhile  IvWy  Harfs  and  Silver  Trumpets  found. 

Here  ruddy  Q]\zmhsfacred  Hymns  hegin^ 

Andfmiling  Seraphs  loud  Refponfes/;?^  -^ 

IVhile  echoing  Angels  the  blefi  Ayrs  retort^ 

Follow  d  by  a  loud  Chorus  of  the  Univerfal  Court  : 

IVhile^  to  compleat  the  Mufick  of  the  Qiiire 

The  Royal  Pfalmift  tunes  his  Sacred  Lyre. 

Such  was  the  mighty  Joy^  when  they  carefs'd 
The  Royal  CHARLES,  their  welcommartyr'dGuejh 
Such  Songs  of  Triumph  fill' d  Heavens  fface  around^ 
when  in  his  room  his  God-like  Son  was  crown  d: 
Him,  for  whofe  fafety  they  were  oft  impl$yd. 
And  blefi  the  grateful  Orders  they  obeyd  : 
Him,  for  whofe  fake  they  did  loud  Storms  affwage^ 
Andftiltdthe  more  tumultuous  Peoples  rage  j 
Knowing  His  Reign  fuch  Blejfings  woud  difpence^ 
To  make  theiy  pains  a  glorious  recompence : 

So  nrildy  fogood fuch  woes  his  Exit  brings y 

IVhen  they  lookjn^  ^hey  figh^  and  flag  their  M^lngs, 
O  that  my  ravifh'd  Soul  coud  mount  the  Skies ^ 
To  hear  the  Mufick^of  their  Pfalmodies ! 

CL4  TU 


(2^2) 

The  pcaneft  Seat  in  this  bright  Court  Td  chufi. 
Before  the  beft  Preferment  Earth  beftows  j 
For  one  fliort  days  fublime  injoyrrtent  here 
Exceeds  an  Age  of  the  chief  Pleafnre  there. 
Hal}:e  then,  my  Sopl !  to  thofe  blefi  Alanfions  fly. 
With  thofe  Might  ObjeSis  fkafe  thy  tvondring  eye  i 
With  their  frveet  Ayr s  filthy  Attentive  ear, 
Tillthoti  haft  learnt  to  chant  glad  Anthems  thers ! 
Till  thou,  inflru^ed  in  the  he4v*n(y  Art^ 
Mayfi  in  their  Confort  bear  an  humble  part  I 
Bleft  Refident  of  the  Ca?leftiai  Spheres ! 
Ho\v  defpicable  s  Earth,  when  Heav'n  appears  ? 
What  pure  dehghts  tliat  happy  place  allows? 
J-Iqtv  many  Afanfims  in  my  Father  s  Houfe  f 
My  flaming  Soul  can  thence  no  longer  ftay  j 
l{ none  goes  there  and  livesj  III  die  to  find  the  way. 


Bonavent. 


(2??) 


Bonavent.  Soliloq.  cap.  4. 


0  my  Soul  I  what  c^n  I  fay  when  I  bthold 
the  Jo/  to  come  ?  I  am  loft  in  admiral 
tton^  hecaufe  the  Joy  will  be  within  and 
without^  above  and  be/o^i\  about  and  be- 
fide  us. 


XV.  M^ke 


r^H) 


fhe  J^refor-  ?Ac  i/cniricj  Jlai^l-  lip  on    . 
J?ic  m^intmns  cf.S^j^ices.  {hntS.  z^ 


(235) 


XV- 


Make  hdjfey  my  Beloved^  and  he  like  the  Roe 
or  the  young  Hart  upon  the  Mountains  of 
Spices  J  Cant.  vii).  14. 


H 


Afte,  mj  bright  Sun  !  hafle  from  my  dazzel'd 
fight, 

Too  tender  to  endure  thy  llreaming  light : 
How  does  my  Tongue  my  love- lick  Soul  hotxxy  ? 
This  bids  him^,  whom  that  wou'd  beg  to  ftaj. 
For  why  fhou'd  I  his  abfence  thus  engage. 
Which  grant  will  make  one  tedious  hour  an  Age? 
Yet  his  too  beautious  Beams  forbid  his  ftay  5 
Fly  then,  mjLove,  or  lay  thofe  Beams  away ! 
Hadft  thou  on  me  this  harfh  Injun6lion  laid. 
The  killing  found  at  once  had  linick  me  dead : 
But  thy  ownflame^  not  I,  wou'd  have  it  fo, 
I  ihou'd  be  Ages  in  pronouncing  Go  ! 
I  wou'd  not  wifh  what  now  I  do  intreac  ; 
Then  flay,  and  let  me  not  perfu^ae  Thee  yet  I 
Stay,  flary  wj  Life,  and  turn  the  deafned  ear  i 
Sure  what  I  wou'd  not  j^^^i^',  ycu  fhou  d  not /;^4r. 

Heuce 


(  ^l6  ) 

Hence  let  the  wind,  my  feign  d  Petition  bear ! 
Twas/^4r,  not  /,  that  form'd  the  hafty  PrayVi 
Yet  (oh ! )  this  melting  heat  forbids  your  ftay  5 
Fly,  fly,  fny  Love^  I  burn  if  you  delay. 
Oh !  let  your  hafte  outftrip  the  hunted  Hind ; 
But  that's  too  flow  >  fly  like  the  nimble  Wind  ! 
Fly  till  thou  leave  fi  ev'n  flagging  thought  ffehind ! 
Yet  in  thy  flight  a  longing  look  beftow, 
Afpeaking  glance^  tofiewthee  loath  to  go. 
But  that  once  cafi,  renew  jour  fpeed  away  • 
■^b-i  fht  n^y  Love,  there's  death  in  your  delay  ! 
JBehoId  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  dire6l  thy  nimble  flight. 
Till  thou,  likethemy  art  vanifhM  flrom  my  fight ! 
Fly  to  the  heights  where  the  gay  Seraphs  fing, 
And  the  young  Cherubs  cxercife  their  wing! 
Fly  till  the  Stars  appear  as  much  below 
Thy  Station,  as  they  are  above  it  now  I 
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 


Then  let  thy  hafte  the  hunted  Hind  out^o ! 

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  fir  a  Journey  take : 

But  keep  fuch  dillance  as  the  gloiious  Sun^ 

When  with  moft  light  he  guilds  the  pale-fac'd  Moon! 

Ah  I  this  diicov'ry  of  my  Soul  forgive! 

I  cannot  Tvlth  thee^  nor  without  thee,  live. 

If  thou  Alt  near  ^  I  (?urrj  ;  remote,  I  freeze-, 

And  either  difiance  does  alike  dijpleafe. 

Then  fb  approach  me.  Lord,  I  thee  defire, 

That  I  may  feel  thy  Tvarmth,  but  not  thy  fi^e. 

Fly  then,  mj  Life !  faft  as  the  hunted  Deer  j 

But  go  no  more  too  far,  than  flay  t6o  near  ! 

And  when  th'art  gone,  on  reedy  Pipes  Til  play, 

And  fing  thy  Praiies  in  an  amorous  Lay  5 

And  when  I've  wearied  out  the  tedious  night. 

With  a  new  task,  I  will  my  felf  delight, 

I'll  carve  at  large  on  ev  ry  fpreading  Tree 

Our  Loves  Original  and  Hijtcr) . 

What  time  remains  Til  dedicate  to  ilcep. 

Vet  ftill  my  waking  thoughts  lozPd  Objeclkt^^^ 

But  fee  how  while  I  fpeak  I  melt  away  l 
Haft«  your  ungrateflil  Hight  without  delay  : 
Tet  go  as  tho  ^oh  this  departure  mourn, 
Ar^  AH;)Qur  kafte  werf  for  a  quick  return. 

Amb. 


(238) 


Amb.  de  bono  Mortis,  cap.  5-. 

The  Soul  de  fires  that  her  Beloved 
would  he  gone^  becaiife  norv  jhe  is 
able  to  follorv  him  in  his  flight. 


FINIS, 


Books  Sold  hy  Henry  Bon  wick,  at  the  Red- 
Lion  in  St.  PauiV  Church-yard. 

TH  E  General  Hiftory  of  the  Reformation  of  the 
Church,  from  the  Errors  and  Corruptions  of 
the  Church  of  Rome :  Begun  in  Germany  by  Martin 
Luther^  with  the  Progrefs  thereof  in  all  Parts  of 
Chriftendom,  from  the  Year  15 17,  to  the  Year  1556. 
Written  in  Latin  by  the  Learned  John  Sleidan^  L.  L.  D. 
and  faithfully  Englifhed.  To  which  is  added  a  Con- 
tinuation to  the  end  of  the  Council  of  Trent ^  in  the 
Year  1562.    By  Edmond  Bohnn^  Efq;   In  Folio. 

A  Late  Voyage  to  Confiantinople :  Containing  an 
exa<5l  Defcription  of  the  Profontis  and  Hellefifont^  with 
the  Dardanels^  and  what  elfe  is  remarkable  in  thofe 
Seas ;  as  alio  of  the  City  ofConj^antinofle,  wherein  is 
particularly  defcrib'd  the  Grand  Seraglio  and  Chief 
Mofques.  Likewile  an  account  of  the  ancient  and 
prefent  State  of  the  G^r^^i^Church,  with  the  Religion 
and  Manner  of  Worfiiip  of  the  Turks,  their  Ecclefi- 
aftical  Government,  their  Courts  of  Juftice,  and  Civil 
Employments.  Illuftrated  with  curious  and  cxa6ib 
Draughts  of  the  Hellefpont,  Prcpontis,  ConftantinopU^ 
the  Seraglio,  SanEla  Sophia,  and  other  C\\\d Mofcittes ^ 
with  the  feveral  Poftures  of  the  Turks  during  Prayer- 
time  J  in  fourteen  Copper  Plates.  Publifhed  by  the 
Command  of  the  F/eyjch  King  by  Monfieur  William 
JofephGrelot.  Made  Englifli  by  J.  Philips,     h  8^ 

Poems  and  Trandations  written  upon  feveral  Oc- 
cafions,  and  to  feveral  Perfons.  By  C.  Goodall ;  a 
late  Scholar  of  Eaten.    In  8°. 

ColIe6lions  of  Acute  Difeafes  taken  from  the  bed 
Authors  that  have  writ  moft  accurately  of  fome  parti- 
cular acute  Difeafes:  The  Firft  Part  contains  all 
that  the  Learned  and  Experienced  Dr.  Sydenham  has 
-written  of  the  Small  Pox  and  Meafles.    The  Second 

Part 


Part  contsdns  all  that  the  faid  Author  has  written  of 
the  PeftileritialFeaver,  arid  dreadful  Plague  at  London' ' 
in  the  Years  1665-,  and  1666.  The  Third  Part,  col- 
lefted  from  the  fame  Author,  treats  of  the  Depuratory 
Feaver  of  the  Yeais  166 1, 62, 63,  64,  and  of  the  new' 
Feaver ;  together  with  an  exa£r  Defcription  of  that 
wonderful  ConvuKion,  called  Chorea  faniii  viti^^nd. 
of  its  Cure*,  and  of  the  Cure  of  the  Feaver  that  af- 
fli6ls  Children  upon  breeding  their  Teeth,as  alfo  of  the 
He6lick  Feaver  that  is  pecuhar  to  them.  In  8°.  The 
folbwing  Parts  will  be  ^ublijh*^  in  ajhorttime. 

TheCounti'y  Parfons  Advice  to  liis  Parifhioners  in 
two  Parts.    I.  Containing  a  plain  and  ferious  Exhor-T. 
tation  to  a  Religious  and  Vertuous  Life.    II.  General 
Directions  how  to  live  accordingly.    In^°.^ 

Certain  Milcellany  Tra6b,  written  by  Sir^Thomas 
Brown,  late  oi  Norwich,    In  8°. 

A  Treatife  againft  Irrcligion,  by  H.C.  de  Lu^ancy, 

A  Difcourfe  proving  from  Scripture  and  Reafon, 
That  the  Life  of  Man  is  not  limited  by  any  abfolute 
Decree  of  God.    By  the  Author  of  The  Dnty  of  Man. 

Antiquitates  fotijfimum  I{pman£  e  J{gJi»o  alii  fane  in 
Com^endinm  ContraBa^  &  juxta  Ordinem  Alfhabetl 
difpojita.  Bono  jftventutw.  Opera  &  Studio  M.  Frid. 
Heldebrandi.    h^\ 

Liturgia  Ecclejitc  Afiglicante.    Lat.  I2^ 

A  New  Defcription  of  Paris :  Containing  a  par- 
ticular account  of  all  the  Churches,  Palaces,  Monafte- 
ries,  Colledges,  Hofoitals,  Libraries,  Cabinets  of  Ra- 
rities, Academies  of^ the  Virtuojiy  Paintings,  Medals, 
Statues,  and  other  Sculptures,  Monuments,  and  Pu- 
blick  Inicriptions,  with  all  other  remarlcable  Matters 
in  that  great  and  famous  City.  Tranllated  out  of 
French.  The  Second  Edition.  To  which  is  added 
aMapofP^m.    In  12^. 

The  beft:  Guide  to  Devotion  5  being  fhort  Prayers, 
Meditations  and  Thankfgivings,  taken  only  out  of  die ; 
Scriptures,  and  fitted  to  all  Occafions.    /«  24". 


AA^ 


■M^^^^ 


i> 


m 


J^' 


'% 


'j>  -  ~ 


>« 


^^^^5