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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52417	A collection of miscellanies consisting of poems, essays, discourses, and letters occasionally written / by John Norris ...; Selections. 1687	Norris, John, 1657-1711.; Norris, John, 1657-1711. Idea of happiness, in a letter to a friend.	1687 (1687)	Wing N1248; ESTC R14992	200,150	477

haunts and waits about him still Strange persecution when the grave Can't the distressed Martyr save What Remedy can there avail Where Death the great Catholicon does fail IV. Thanks to my stars that I Am with so low a fortune blest That what e're Blessings fate deny I 'm sure of privacy and rest 'T is well thus long I am content And rest as in my Element Then Fate if you 'l appear my friend Force me not ' gainst my nature to ascend V. No I would still be low Or else I would be very high Beyond the state which mortals know A kind of Semi-deity So of the Regions of the air The High'st and Lowest quiet are But 't is this middle Height I fear For storms and thunder are ingender'd there Second Chap. of the Cant. from the 10. verse to the 13. I. 'T Was my Beloved spake I know his charming voice I heard him say Rise up my Love my fairest one awake Awake and come away II. The Winter all is past And stormy winds that with such rudeness blew The heavens are no longer overcast But try to look like you III. The flowers their sweets display The Birds in short praeludiums tune their throat The Turtle in low murmurs does essay Her melancholy note IV. The fruitful Vineyards make An odorous smell the Fig looks fresh and gay Arise my Love my fairest one awake Awake and come away To a Friend in Honour I. SOme thoughtless heads perhaps admire to see That I so little to your titles bow But wonder not my Friend I swear to me You were as great before as now Honour to you does nothing give Tho from your worth much lustre she receive II. Your native glory does so far outdo That of the Sphere wherein you move That I can nothing but your self in you Observe admire esteem or love You are a Diamond set in gold The Curious the rich stone not this behold III. All that to your late honour you can owe Is only that you 're brought in view You don't begin to have but men to know Your Votarys are increas'd not you So the Sun's height adds not t' his light But only does expose him more to sight IV. To some whose native worth more dimly shin'd Honour might some improvement give As metals which the Sun has less refined A value from their Stamp receive But you like gold pass for no more Tho Stamp'd than for your weight you wou'd before A divine Hymn on the Creation I. AWake my Lyre and thy sweet forces joyn With me to sing an Hymn divine Let both our Strains in pleasing numbers flow But see thy strings with tediousness and pain Arise into a tuneful strain How can'st thou silently The universe is Harmony Awake and move by sympathy My heart 's already tuned O why art thou so slow II. Jehovah is our Theme th' eternal King Whose Praise admiring Angels sing They see with steddy and attentive eyes His naked Beautys and from Vision raise To wondrous heights their Love and Praise We mortals only view His Back-parts and that darkly too We must fall short what shall we do But neither too can they up to his grandeur rise III. No power can justly praise him but must be As great as infinite as he He comprehends his boundless self alone Created minds too shallow are and dim His works to fathom much more him Our Praise at height will be Short by a whole Infinity Of his all glorious Deity He cannot have the full and stands in need of none IV. He can't be less nor can he more receive But stands one fix'd Superlative He 's in himself compendiously blest We acted by the weights of strong desire To good without our selves aspire We 're always moving hence Like lines from the Circumference To some more in-lodg'd excellence But he is one unmov'd self-center'd Point of Rest V. Why then if full of bliss that ne're could cloy Would he do ought but still enjoy Why not indulge his self-sufficing state Live to himself at large calm and secure A wise eternal Epicure Why six days work to frame A monument of Praise and Fame To him whose bliss is still the same What need the wealthy coyne or he that 's Blest Create VI. Almighty Love the fairest gem that shone All-round and half made up his throne His Favorite and darling excellence Whom oft he would his Royal vertue stile And view with a peculiar smile Love moved him to create Beings that might participate Of their Creator's happy state And that good which he could not heighten to dispence VII How large thy empire Love how great thy sway Omnipotence does thee obey What complicated wonders in thee shine He that t' infinity it self is great Has one way to be greater yet Love will the method shew 'T is to impart what is 't that thou O soveraign Passion can'st not do Thou mak'st Divinity it self much more divine VIII With pregnant love full-fraught the great Three-one Would now no longer be alone Love gentle love unlockt his fruitful breast And ' woke th' Ideas which there dormant lay Awak'd their Beautys they display Th' Almighty smil'd to see The comely form and harmony Of his eternal Imag'ry He saw 't was good and fair and th' infant platform blest IX Ye seeds of Being in whose fair bosoms dwell The Forms of all things possible Arise and your Prolific force display Let a fair issue in your moulds be cast To fill in part this empty wast He spake The Empty space Immediatly in travel was And soon brought forth a formless mass First matter came undress'd she made such hast t' obey X. But soon a Plastic spirit did ferment The liquid dusky element The Masse harmoniously begins to move Let there be Light said God 't was said and done The Masse dipt through with brightness shone Nature was pleas'd to see This feature of Divinity Th' Almighty smiled as well as she He own'd his likeness there and did his First-born love XI But lo I see a goodly frame arise Vast folding Orbs and azure skies With lucid whirle-pools the vast Arch does shine The Sun by day shews to each world his light The stars stand sentinel by night In midst of all is spread That ponderous bulk whereon we tread But where is its foundation laid 'T is pompous all and great and worthy hands divine XII Thy Temple 's built great God but where is he That must admire both it and thee Ope one Scene more my Muse bless and adore See there in solemn Councel and debate The great divine Triumvirate The rest one Word obey'd 'T was done almost before 't was said But Man was not so cheaply made To make the world was great but t' epitomize it more XIII Th' accomplish'd work stands his severe review Whose judgment 's most exactly ture In natures Book were no Errata's found All things are good said God they answer well Th' Ideas which within me dwell Th' Angelic