Precious for any grief in any part, To clear the breast, to mollify all pain. Thou art all health, health thriving till it make Of strange delights, where we may wish and take. Ladies, look here; this is the thankful glass That mends the looker's eyes: this is the well That washes what it shows. Who can endear Thy praise too much? thou art heaven's lieger here, Working against the states of death and hell. Thou art joy's handsel: heaven lies flat in thee, Subject to every mounter's bended knee. II. Oh that I knew how all thy lights combine, This verse marks that, and both do make a motion Unto a third, that ten leaves off doth lie. Then, as dispersed herbs do watch a potion, These three make up some Christian's destiny. Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good, R Stars are poor books, and oftentimes do miss : This book of stars lights to eternal bliss. GRACE. My stock lies dead, and no increase Drop from above. If still the sun should hide his face, The dew doth ev'ry morning fall: Death is still working like a mole, Sin is still hammering my heart, Let suppling grace to cross his art, O come! for thou dost know the way : Remove me where I need not say, 'Drop from above.' CHURCH MUSIC. SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you; when displeasure Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure A dainty lodging me assign'd. Now I in you without a body move, Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me, But if I travel in your company, You know the way to Heaven's door. THE WINDOWS. LORD, how can man preach thy eternal Word? Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford, But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story, Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one CONSTANCY. WHO is the honest man ?- Whose honesty is not So loose or easy, that a ruffling wind While the world now rides by, now lags behind : Who, when great trials come, Nor seeks, nor shuns them; but doth calmly stay, Till he the thing and the example weigh: All being brought into a sum, What place or person calls for, he doth pay : Whom none can work, or woo, To use in any thing a trick or slight; His words and works, and fashion too, Who never melts or thaws At close temptations: when the day is done, And is their virtue-Virtue is his sun: Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that, and keeps his constant way: Whom others' faults do not defeat; But though men fail him, yet his part doth play: Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias, from his will AFFLICTION. My heart did heave, and there came forth, ‘O God!' Making a sceptre of the rod : Hadst thou not had thy part, Sure the unruly sigh had broke my heart. But since thy breath gave me both life and shape, The sigh then only is A gale to bring me sooner to my bliss. |