hue To dusty beauties bid adiew To dusty beauties that have marr'd your eyes Ah my dear God! that wit were wise It cuts mine heart to see much silken wit And snares and halters made of it Halters to th' owners snares to th'passers by How fast loose wit can wantons tie And stake them down till first the lover burns In heart and then in Hell by turns But say his Love be chast And shee a flow'r All 's next to nothing the next hour 'T is kill'd with kindness dies when complemented And soonest fades when 't is most sented Whose Muse doth dress his Mistriss hangs a Verse To day upon to morrows Herse Friends must be then call'd in to have away What wanton wit adores to day skin-Skin-beauty's but a Sodom-apple just When crusht it turns to stench and dust The wanton world complains their Love is blind And I must needs be of their mind Whilst for such walking shades they cannot see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Yet thou art faire Beyond compare Had I a wit and had I grace I 'd bring My Saviour an enamel'd ring A ring whose Posie should be this alone Stars get ye gone the Sun hath shone Stars I mean glow-worms earthen beauties which i th' dark do sparkle in a ditch And fools mistake for Stars ill touch informs And proves them to be sillie worms But Lord my Muse unworthy is to bear The shoes that thy fair feet do wear Fairer for bee'ng so swift swift to shed blood Their own I mean to do me good How fair 's thy face then may I Lord one day Have leave to see though none can say How fair it is My dear the Sun 's a Clod To thy bright face fair Son of God! Wherein still fresh and fresh together growes With vallies Lillie Sharons Rose A rose that ne'r bare prickles of its own Yet sinners thorns did Saviour crown And shall I Love my Champion less for scars He gat in waging of my wars Thy bruises are but beauty spots my dear That make thy Love more fair appear Who loves for fleshly gloss and silken skin May find a Serpent oft within But thy deep wounds Lord prove thee that thou art All Lovely to thy very heart Beauty thus deep Will hold and keep Or is it Knowledg Learning Science art That takes the more ingenious heart Come bookish man and sit a while down here Till thou hast read my dearest dear What 's that that 's printed in his hands and feet The print is plain man dost not see 't A mystery that learned flesh and blood Never taught yet nor understood I h've sometime stood and wondred at the Owles How they should prove Minerva's Foules But since have learnt that learning 's blind as Love Till both be tutour'd from above Oh what a Dungeon is the mind of man Let Pallas paint it what she can Some would not be such fools but that they 're wise And might see better but for eyes Lord shall I Love to know and not know thee In whom all wisdoms treasures bee Great Magazine I whose wisdom's infinite Give me that Panoplie of light An Epictetus or an Antonine i th' dark may make a shift to shine But being by thy Sun-light understood Alas my God prove putrid wood Shall ventrous Students ev'ry Toads-head look For Pearls of knowledge And thy book Thy works lye by unlov'd unlook'd into Thy Pupills th' Angels don't so do But help their sight By Gospell-light Or do I Love for likeness Ah my dear Whose Image was 't I first did bear Whilst yet I stood in Primitive perfection Lord what was I but thy reflexion So like thee that thy self thou couldst not Love But Love me too Nor could I move Thy Love from me till I thy likeness lost Thine Image bee'ng sin-slur'd and crost But now I 'm hatefull grown and hating too Alas my God what shall I do To Love thee and to be belov'd of thee My Lord thy Love preventeth mee For since the ground of liking likeness is Rather then my poor Love thou'dst miss Since cursed sin made man unlike his maker God of mans likeness was partaker When sin to mans undoing had undone Gods Image God next sent his Son In likeness of poor sinfull flesh thereby Condemning sin i th' flesh to dye My God was hungry thirsty naked poor In fears in tears in sweat in gore Was tempted was betrai'd forsaken sold Was captivated kept in hold Was judg'd condemn'd was kill'd was buri'd then That he and I might rise agen In one Divine and sweet similitude And Love in likeness be renew'd And can I yet Thy Love forget Or do I Love for consanguinity For nearness and relation why For me Christ took and shed that Blood of his And do I ask how near he is My Lord is much more mine then I mine own My Lord was mine when I was none My Lord when I was lost and gone astray Was both my Shepheard and my Way Surely my Lord and I are near skin Ere since my Saviour was made SIN Forme and I made RIGHTEOVSNESS in him He is my head and I a limb He is the Vine and I the branch the root Whereof I am a slip or shoot Of my salvation he the captain is And I am a reprize of his He is my Father I his seed nay he In travaile of his soul bare me My brother too born for adversity The Joseph of the family He is my Maker yet mine husband too This Potter me his clay did wooe And rather then he 'd miss the match did make Him a clay-body for my sake Ev'n all men Love their own and shall I not Help Lord and I will knit the knot In full acceptance of thy free donation Clasp hearts and hands in sweet relation Lord thou art mine Make me more thine Or do I Love for suitable supplies To all my wants sure I want eyes Or I could not want Love my Lord to thee In whom all blessings treasur'd bee O that my drop into a Sea could swell Of Love to him in whom doth dwell All fullness as in bank or house of store Ev'n Grace and Bliss for evermore Thine bee'ng once asked if they would away O whither shall we go said they The words of life eternall Lord thou hast And that 's a stock can never wast Goodness is all contracted in thy face As Sun-beams in a burning-glass Oh that I lay in some directer line That I might burn whilst thou dost shine Am I a sinner thou' rt a propitiation I h've wrought confusion thou salvation I h've purchas'd death both for my self and thee But thou to life hast ransom'd mee As God thou seest as man thou feel'st my grief As both thou' rt suitable relief My Creditour and yet my Surety too Paying and pard'ning what I owe. Creatures are Cisterns leaking vessels they Cannot supply themselves one day And me much less My springs are all above My light my life Why not my Love
ev'ry beck Shall be my Bridle curb and check The Watch thou giv'st me I le keep for thy sake And wind it up when ere I wake The Book thou gav'st me that blood-guilded Book I le ever ever in it look Till I find thee there and my self thy beauty And learn to know and do my duty Then shewing to others See the token Love I le say hath sent me from above Keeping the cleaner hands that I may not Discolour it with any spot Unless a tear Drop here or there The task thou setst me Lord I 'le nor complain Thy work shall be my wage and gain Clean as I can I le do 't if sullied then My tears shall wash it ore agen Thy strict commands and Love-lin'd yoak shall be A neck-chain of pure gold to me Thine hardest sayings when my stomacks queâ—zie Love shall digest and make them easie Thine is no Labans-service if it were Yet Love two Prentiships might bear But to be bound or held in durance by Thy Royall Law is liberty Mine heart shall be less loose and yet more large Be'ng stretcht out unto all thy charge And where my life fals short of either table Love shall fullfill for Love is able If thou wilt come and take an Inventory Of all that 's mine I le not be sorry If thou wilt search and ransack all I have I le help thee or thine help I le crave If ought I have displease or if I doubt I will for sureness throw it out If I can pleasure thee with ought that 's mine I le quit my Title Lord t is thine If mine heart fit thy walking thou shalt have it If not yet Love shall mend and pave it With such clear solid stone ev'n all within As yet can weep for ev'ry sin Washing thy feet When men don 't see 't Mine heart be'ng thus possest when strangers come I le say thou 'st taken up my room Then if thou ask whose purse or parts are these I le answer thine Lord if thou please If on mine Houre-Glass thou then lay thine hand And ask whose is this running sand I le answer Lord the little 's left is thine But what 's run out is no more mine Or if thou ask me who are those at th' door Smiling on them I le say my poor I le draw my soul out when thy Lazar knocks My Cupboard shall be th' poor mans box If others come like those poor Greeks to mee With a Sir we would Jesus see I le gladly tell them where my Lord doth Sup Do'ng all I can to help them up If others curse thee Shimes like if they Cast dust I le blow the dust away With sighs and groans if they thine honour stain I le weep and wash it clean again Or else I le chide or fight if thou shalt bid But first of all with Tâ—ai ours hid At home I 'le fear no colours whilest above Thy Banner over me is Love Who sues to be a favourite of mine I le ask him first if he be thine If not I le pray him to be reconcil'd To thee that so my Love to th' Child May aâ—l be found Thine at the bound Or when thy tender Lillie bleeds my God Torne with those cruâ—lâ— thorns abroad Or rent with Schismes at home and heart division Ile what I can play the Physician I le plead with thee with them if things grow worse I le bleed my self to turn the course When I thy Peoples Hearts divided see Surely mine Heart shall broken bee Thy Love hath lent me all the balm that 's thine Why should not then thy sores be mine My God they shall but chiefly when my Passion Or lust provokes thine indignation I le bereveng'd on one my self I mean And grieve till thou art pleas'd agen Passions shall live like Gibeonites their Law To hew thy wood and water draw So all I have shall serve thee till I know My Love hath life and find it grow Lord I le account of all as it conduces To help Loves growth and serve its uses If in the Sunshine of a prosp'rous state My fire can't burn so clear for that I le rather choose some curteous clouds return Then see Loves holy fire not burn Or if I fail of ought I here profess And thy rod can't my fault redress Rather then live thy grief I le yield to dye So Love inflict the penalty That paid my score By death before If Love yet let me live a growing debtor I le study hard but I le live better Live I mean Love that 's the Commandments enâ— And that 's the life that I intend Though Love wax cold abroad and sin abound Hard Frost ore spreading all the ground Shall th' heat of Kitchin fire be more increast And not thy flames within my breast Lord whatâ— a Silver Tongue if 't cannot talk A Golden Leg if 't cannot walk Faith that can Mountains move when 't is desired Or Martyrdome if Love be n't fired What if I give my goods and all my store But not in Love to feed thy poore But if in Love a cup of water cold Though the drink 's mean the cup is Gold Love tunes my Pray'rs makes Praises Musicall Which else at best but howl or ball Love makes two Mites to God as acceptable As if to bring two worlds 't were able True Love's true beauty beauties else but paint No more am I if Love I want Lord help me put on Love to keep me warm To dwell in Love secure from harm To walk in Love till Love i th' stream do lead To Love that is the Fountain head Or th' Ocean which if I cant comprehend I 'll plung into that in the end Lost I may bee If lost in thee Yet when I think what pent and narrow room i th' Virgins Womb The God of Love lodg'd in methinks mine heart May hold its part Into mine heart O shed thy Love abroad My God! my God Both be'ng Spirit what can better suit Then th' Spirits fruit Drink thirsty vessell till thou fill or break But never leak The broken Heart and truly contrite Breast Holds Love the best And the best Love a Love more worth then wine Lord I mean thine Then as the purpose of thy Gâ—ace and Love None can remove Let me So Love thee as to part and lever Lord n ver never Ungirt Unblest we say my God Love is The bond of Bâ—iss And perfectness A Grace whose Bondmen be The only free Works without Faith can never Lord please thee Nor pâ—â—fi mee Faith without Love can't operate oâ— move But works by Love Love is a Grace that stands her ground in Glory That upper story Love when Tongues prophecies and knowâ—edg fail Ent'ring the Vaile Possesseth as Supreme and highest Grace The Holiest place When Faith and Hope do thither wait upon her As Maids oâ— Honour Sole Love is left as Queen of all the Graces In Gods Embraces Mean while Lord to be sick of Love to
of all my pleasure all my love From Egypt call'd th' baptismall sea be'ng crost My Lord sets foot In hast On th' wast Heav'n drives him to 't To learn i th' desart how to seek the lost Now with the Lion doth the Lamb converse God sends his Child His hand to lay Upon these Beasts that are most wild Till he hath taught them to obey Tygres Wolves Leopards Beasts most fell and fierce My Lord 's sent thither sure to learn to tame Mans brutish heart More wild Less mild By dear bought art â—o turn the Savage sinner to a Lamb. The firie Serpent of the Wilderness Finding Christ there Doth spit and bite But th' Brazen Serpents hard and clear Scorning the tempters craft and spight The Bullet's batt'red but not the fortress Our Lord now learns to fast that we might feast And to be tempted That wee Might bee Thereby exempted Or succour'd so as still to have the best If thou be th' Christ this Stone to Bread convert Why foole the Stone Which thou wouldst move Is Bread already or there 's none My Lord was hungry for my love Yet hee 's the strength'ning Bread of poor mans heart Taking this Rock thence to a Mountain high Saith Satan See If thou Wilt bow And worship me Those Kingdoms all I 'le give thee instantly Why foole Must th' Son buy freedome of a slave Hark how thy Chain Doth clatter at Thine heel My Lord was born to raign An Universall Monarchs state To him long since Heav'ns Letters Pattents gave To th'Temples Pinacle the Churches Head Is hurried next Bee'ng there I heare Hell took a Text The Wolf by preaching would the Lamb preach dead Jump down 'T is written th'Angels shall thee catch Say th'Tempters lips And that he might Perswade my Lord to leap he skips Those words should set his Doctrine right Angels our wayes 't is not our Trespass watch Thy neck-verse found in reading dost thou Falter Yet seem to preach For thee Can be No Clergy Wretch Thus Haman sometime handsel'd his own halter The tempter bee'ng at last turn'd off the Ladder My Lord sits still Be'ng firmer stone Then th'wrestling-place the Pinacle From whence he threw bold Satan down Then th' Angels bring a Chariot from his Father This chosen vessell these temptations season Now he 'll begin To preach In each Place he comes in BELIEV'S his doctrine MIRACLES his reason Yet who makes USE for ev'ry tribe but one This great High Priest ' Mongst all doth get Whom very near his sacred breast As precious jewels he may set And of this twelve one's but a Bristow stone For his first proof Christ water turns to wine At th' marriage-feast O pure Sirs sure It may be guest You to your wedding did invite the Vine If this free vine doth yield so rich a store Who can express What plenty shall Flow from thy cross my God thy press When they have bruis'd thy clusters all May this Vines blood be my wine evermore Well done for th' first Canst do 't again Lord do it Convert my Verse To thine Own wine My water-terse Renew thy miracle upon thy Poet. Soon after to his temple goes my God His house of Pray'r Where th' sheep and dove Are sold as if there were a fair But where is innocence and love 'T is time Lord in thine house to use thy rod. Doth av'rice with thy temple make thus bold The next step hence That we Shall see This sinne commence The temple of thy body must be sold To seek the sun-shine comes a man by night Hav'ng seen the things My Lord had wrought Heav'ns mysteries my Lord forth brings But finds the teacher how untaught Night's most within but Christ turns all to light After this Fountain thirsting seek a well But finds a ditch Within With sinne All foul the which He searcheth first doth all her doings tell Then by revealing her himself reveal To be the Christ Samaria finds What blind Jerus'lem sought and mist Thou' rt Christ to all kindreds and kinds That by believing set to thee their seal Then say's Disciples Master eat we pray But he had got A meat To eat Which they knew not For he 'd gone eating working all the day Bee'ng thence return'd again to Galile A Noble man For 's dying son Begs a Reprieve of 's Soveraign The man beleev'd it should be done And what he first beleev'd did quickly see Happy that Son whom Gods Son quickeneth More noble sure He is For this Ev'n for his care Bee'ng thus by th' Prince of life repriev'd from death Then to Bethesda's Pool Salvations Well Carries a cure And gives't away The Jews this carriage can't endure But think Christ hurts the Sabath Day Whilst he poore man for whom 't was made doth heale Is there no cure my God for unbelief ' Mongst all thine art Doth there Appear None to impart To this disease a suitable relief My Lord invites five thousand to a feast No store of dishes Bee'ng drest or cook'd That by five loves and two small fishes Their unbelief might all be chok'd Whilst in their mouths their meat 's so much increast Yet â—â—e next day as if they 'd ne'r been fed These very men Do fret And whet Their teeth agen Not to feed on but to back-bite Heav'ns Bread After The man born blind to sight 's restor'd By paste of clay Surely I shou'd Have blinded seeing-eyes that way Bee'ng so far Lord from doing good Yet Jews in these new eyes can't see the Lord. Thou tak'st a living mon'ment from a grave Thy foes may see The dead Raised Yet they 'd kill thee Oh my deare Lord what sign would sinners have Devils are all cast out but unbelief Dead Palsies too Receive their cure But Oh Dead hearts what aileth you That you do more and more obdure Not miracles but blood must cure this grief Ah! My dear Lord the wither'd hand is heal'd And yet the hand Of faith Who hath Jews still withstand And after all to whom's thine arm reveal'd Feavers are quench'd yet fury burns amain Issues of blood Are stanched quite All evils but their spleen find good And th' bloody issues of their spite Oh! how Jews hate the good Samaritan Do Pharises wash oft Ah! they have need Leperds do clear But then These men The liv'ry wear Gebazi's curse is on them and their seed Who cures their Phrensies can't their rage allay They contradict The tongue that taught The dumb to speak yea when convict By the strang cures my Saviour wrought In Falling-sicknesses yet fall away Creeples get legs yet mans opinions halt Who thou shouldst be One while They smile Then lowre on thee But thou art still the same Lord where 's the fault For thy good works their heardned hearts do stone thee Sure it displeases That they have health And that thou carri'st their diseases Scatt'ring amongst thy poor the wealth My God ev'n of thine own how few do own thee Oh! how they daily carpe at righteousness
saith I 'm with you still He shews Hells loss Deaths gate Sins state Spoil'd by his Cross Now is our Sampson got on Gaza's hill To prove my new bought right to ev'ry Nation New tongues I give Unto you Though You drink what 's deadly you shall live Serpents and sicknesses shall know And Devills too that I have wrought Salvation Aâ— many years as Isr'el just had been Christ daies doth spend 'Twixt the Red Sea Of 's bloudy end And Heav'nly Canaan forty daies he 's seen Meanwhile Christ Summons others from the dead To evidence His Resurrection From types from texts from faith from sense Of proofs how full how faire collection Shew'ng Christ is Risen as the Churches head Now O devourer where 's thy victory Out of the grave That old Strong hold And cating cave Comes meat and sweetness which who tasts can't die Ev'n Christ comes thence And now in Olivet Where he laid down In part of pay For th' purchase of his new bought crown His bloody sweat ev'n there this day To see 's Inthronization Saints are meâ— Wilt thou restore the kingdome Lord they cry To Isr'el yet For you To know Times is not fit I 'll send my spirit that 's my Lords reply O what an eager foolish thing is man Busie to know What least concern him But to take forth alas how slow The lessons that my God would learn him A sieve that lets go th' flow'r but holds the bran Melchisedeck mean time our Priest for ever With lift up hands On his All bliss And grace commands Whom clouds receiving from their sight do sever But not from th' eye of faith which fixedly Pursues their king Till Angels do Tidings of 's second coming bring In such sort as they 'd seen him go Chear up my drooping heart thine head 's on high Yet not so high but that his heart 's as low As still to mind Poor thee Till hee Hath made thee find What for thy gain he sometime did forego Now'â— the forerunner ent'red in for thee Thy Lord 's ascended Up and away When Christ first rose this flight he ' ntended And art thou quickned here to stay May all my life but one Ascension bee But I 'm all fits and starts and cannot get Hold of mine own But clouds Prove shrouds And all seemes gone Sometimes I rise with Christ but cannot fit Yet am I fixt whilst Saviour sits in Heaven There are no hills And dales on high My Swampes my Saviours merit fills That all might in a levell lie Making my state though not my comfort even Why art thou then my soul disquieted Christ dwelt in dust As thou Dost now Shall I not trust Him that drank of my brook to lift mine head Is this the Butler that bore Pharaohs cup Though he forgot Joseph i th' Prison When rais'd himself thy Lord will not Reckon that hee 's compleatly risen Till all his foes are down and friends got up Down then thou evill heart of unbelief Thou art a foe To mee I see To him I know A goale would fit thee well for thou' rt a thief Thou pick'st my comforts and thou steal'st his praise His and my loss We lay to thee Betwixt two thieves Christ left one Cross Void that there hanged thou mightst bee Th' arch-thief of all that rob on Gods highwayes Now as Mount Olivet for Sion Mount Thou didst forgo Teach mee Like thee Sweet Saviour so Heav'ns joyes before earths fatness to account I determined not to know any thing save Jesus Christ and him Crucified 1 Cor. 2.2 SPIRIT MY Verse proceeds to him that by proceeding Subsisteth in the Deity But can't proceed without his speeding This Dove doth teach all other birds to fly My callow muse hath pinions but no wings Pinions indeed of ignorance Yet th' Dove that hatcheth other things Can fledge mine infant muse with utterance But th'ther day I saw a Lamb take wing And flie to Heaven from an hill I watcht to see if any thing Would fall from him in flight and found a quill Of which I made a pen and fell to write The story writing found a Verse Whilst on mine hand a Dove did light And had me with the Lamb the Dove rehearse My Master from mine head but th'ther day The Clouds did take unkind or kind For whilest my Master went away His Mantle dropt which whoso seeks may find I seek it Blessed Spirit Come and spread Thy beaming wings and cover me In thy bright light thy Poet lead That in thy light would fain discover thee T is only Sun-shine that can shew the Sun Alas my Lord my spirits flesh Dark-Lanthorn light is next to none My Frost-nipt blooms what Sun-beams can refresh Since then my carnall mind can never shew Or who or what dear Dove thou art The spirit of my mind renew And it shall reimburse what thou It impart Father and Son are God and God's a Spirit And yet Gods Spirit neither is Father nor Son yet doth inherit With both an equall yet distinguish'd bliss Father and Son are God and God is love Yet neither Father nor the Son But their sweet spirit 's the sweet Dove Each hath his Spirit yet they both but one By this eternall Spirit Christ the word Offers himself to God and dies Yet by this Spirit doth affoard Of life unto dead sinners all supplies This Spirit 's infinite oh who can flee His presence and all-searching sight Yet he 's a wind which who can see From whence it comes or whither it takes flight This Spirit 's infinite dwells every where Fathoms all hearts sounds ev'ry deep Yet how few Temples Lord are there Wherein this holy Ghost doth house or keep This active Spirit moves in ev'ry wheel Works as he will doth what he lists Mans heart 's that only brass and steel That the sweet Spirits motions resists This pow'rfull Spirit did the Heavens garnish And doth renew earths with'red face When winter washeth off the vernish And makes a verdant spring in ev'ry place And why not in my soul Awake and blow O North wind and thou South wind come Let all my sweets and spices flow That he that owes my garden may have s me Where the Lords Spirit is there 's liberty Yet a grim Sergeant one day came And neck and heels my soul did tie Saying he did it in the Spirits name He did his â—ffice and would not be brib'd But as his warrant shew'd a writing Spirit of bondage there subscrib'd I spied and found 't was of his own inditing My heart before had been a bird of prey But now bee'ng conquer'd by a Dove I think on 't still how 't sprangling lay Crying for quarter to that bird of love I markt his bill but saw no Olive branch â—eate I implor'd but he deni'd What blood he drew refus'd to stanch Till I submitted to be mortifâ—ed Dear Dove said I convince me pierce me grieve me Strike through and through this wretched heart So that thou 'lt
which I look my God will save My soul from sin my flesh from grave And from deaths pow'r O death where is thy victory That I might live my Lord did dye He fled thee not but made thee flie Hav'ng drawn thy sting Thou hadst of teeth a double row Till Christ by 's Cross took thee a blow When fastning on him But thou' rt now A tooth-less thing Well maist thou bark but canst not bite Bending thy brow shewing thy spight Death do thy worst Hope sets me quite Beyond thy spleen What though my death seems written in The very parchment of my skin With the black ink of my foul sin Yet have I seen On both hands of a friend once slain But since return'd to life again A better story Printed plain My sights but dim Yet in the print o th' nailes I see Life in a Saviours hands for mee Whilst as he hung upon the tree Hope hangs on him And still shall hang on him untill My bones have learnt to climbe that hill Where now he sits and whence he will Yet come down hither That he may gather into one Each dust of his and scatt'red bone Then shall he as a living stone Translate me thither And now my Lord what wait I for Standing and knocking at thy door I stand and knock at th' door of Hope Till knocking makes the door stand ope We are saved by HOPE but Hope that is seen is not Hope Rom. 8.24 LOVE FRom Faith and Hope I come sweet Love to sing For ev'ry Anchor hath its ring Whereby 't is wedded to its Cable-Rope Love makes the match 'twixt Faith and Hope 'Twixt Grace and Grace no marriage can be made But where this golden ring's first had O golden Love thou circling endless thing All grace concenters in thy ring What though mine heart be flinty rock and stone Yet flints have fire And have I none No spark of Love thou God of Love for thee That hast twice over hammerd mee There 's not one spark kindled upon mine hearth But at first glance it quits the earth As if it knew the element of fire Were some Diviner thing and high'r Lord I can feel there 's such a thing as Love Warm in my breast and feel it move I find I love my Child and so doth he And shall I not my God! love thee Is Love the only fire that doth descend Or is my God my God no friend Sure all my doubts and fears cannot disprove The condescention of thy Love The Elements we find invert their course Fearing a Vacuum would be worse And did not Love stoop low when God did dye To fill up mans vacuity Reader stop here And drop a tear When Love that ev'ry Ev'ning makes my bed Had not whereon to lay his head Except you 'll call that bloody Cross and bitter A Love-sick Saviours bed and litter When Love it self being as rich as store To make me rich â—id become poor Unless those tears and bloody drops that fall You 'll Pearls account and rubies call And can the flaming Element of Love To store my wants drop from above Why can't mine Earth as well to Heaven grow As Heav'ns Love fire come down so low Why may I not Elijah-like aspire To ride to Heaven in that fire That fire of Love that came from thence down hither On purpose sure to help methither When Love to hatred did himself expose And prick's own foot to ease his foes Printing full proof in his chapt parched skin What flames of Love there were within When Love unthought unsought for did come down Exchanging for a Cross his Crown Love undesir'd Love undeserv'd did take Mans game to play to save mans stake Whilest flames of wrath so sorely did contest With this Love-fire in Saviours breast Heightning the heat so far till 's blood boyâ—'d ore Issuing out at ev'ry pore Lord can the eye That reads be dry Ah! if it can let not the writers bee No tears of Love my God! for thee Lord could Love make thee take my sins as thine Sure then thy sorrows shall be mine The stripes that rent thy back shall smite and knock My breast till they have cleft my rock The ir'n that in thine hands left such a pâ—int Shall strike some fire out of my flint Shall I not love that friend that lov'd me So So Lov'd me when I was his foe Lord let not want of Love encrease my score My debts were great enough before Make me thy Love so burning hot to feel As to dissolve and melt my steel And burn my stony heart to fervent lime As I h've seen fire turn stone sometime My heart is thine Lord thou hast bought that stone And thou hast fewell of thine own Wil 't not quit cost great builder if it will O throw mine heart into thy kill Lime is an usefull thing in buildings sure And lime of stone will best endure Knowledg puffs up but Love is edifying And growes the stronger by long lying Oh that I had that lime of Love that is As by Antiperistasis Hotter for water I would often then Weep till I even flam'd agen But now I mourn That I can't burn Can 't burn Alas my God I 'm burning ever But oh my burning is a Fever Such hectick heat doth too too plainly prove That I am but infirm in Love Lord dost not see how Giants do invade Thy right my God confound their trade Who using lust for lime by Hellish art Would rebuild Babell in my heart 'T is not so long my God and Saviour since Thou didst expell th' usurping Prince Rasing his works and strong holds built within With lime of lust and piles of sin Can I Love sin that hatefull cruell thing That grinds the Serpents forked sting Shew'ng death how twice at once to murther me And can I not my God Love thee Can I Love sin that puts me on the wrack Till bones do break and sinews crack And Can I not Love him that climb'd the tree Wracking himself to take down me Can I Love sin since hatred nere had bin Never bin heard of but for sin And can I not love LOVE that came to dye To kill hatred and enmity Love sin that founded Hell at 's own expence And not my God that saves me thence Alas how strangly Love its mark can miss Oh that mine head and heart for this Were both one flood Of tears of blood Or can mine heart like Josephs Mistriss make Love to the Servant and mistake These things below for my dear God above To whom I owe ev'n all my Love And then when these chast Creature-comforts flie Rather then yield or gratifie Can I complain unto my Lord and say That they did tempt then flie away Alas poor Creatures would not be abused And must they yet be thus accused And God in them And that I may be found Guiltless must guilt reach God at th' bound Thou gav'st me these to prove thy Love to me But not
to steal my Love from thee I cannot Love the giver for his gift Alas my God that 's a poor shift Why shall I court the Bearer that doth bring Forgetting him that sends the ring All Creature-good in this world or the next Be'ng but a comment on Loves Text This whole Creation be'ng but one round drop Hanging down from loves fingers top If all the world were Pearl yet why should I Desire to wear it in mine eye So that for this worlds Love I should not see My dearest Lord how to Love thee Can I so Love the world And can't I yet Love God that made both me and it Lord I must cry Here 's Witchery If the world be th' inchantress Lord I pray Hasten the Gen'rall Judgement day For sure my Love when 't sees the witch a burning To its right wits will be returning But rather I suspect 't is Hells black-art That from my God thus charms my heart Remembring 't was the wilie Serpents plot That first brake the True-Lovers-Knot When Baalams Divinations could not move From Gods dear Israel Gods dear Love But God that lov'd them once would love them still Though Balaam went from mount to hill He next instructs the Moabites to lay Adult'rous Loves in Isr'els way To quench their Love to God through wanton fire And thereby to incense Gods ire And if this world play the Moabitess 'T is Satans project Lord I guess Who see'ng he can't divert thy Love from mee Would thus divide my Love from thee And is mine heart divided ah my God Whose cloâ—en foot thereon hath trod The print discovers What though Balaam's dead Thou God of peace bruise Satans head But I am most affraid the worst's within The witch-craft of my native sin Sin winds and circles Lord so many wayes Till sin ofttimes the Devill raise Lord thou art fire Give sin her hire Burn up this witch her crafts and Philtre-pots Sins books of curious arts charms knots By thy refining Spirit that I may Get warmth of Love to thee that way Who hath bewitch'd me that I am so coy When thou wouldst fain my Love enjoy Thou blessed Three stand'st suing for mine heart Who only canst fill every part Dear God! who hath bewitched me that I cant Deny the courting world a graunt That never yet could fill my heart unless It were with griping emptiness The garment of thy goodness is entire Can keep me warm without a fire To which this whole creation's but a shred Each Creature 's but one single thred To give these things their due they 're good for use And lovely too unless their juice By Love inordinate be dryed up Leaving behind an empty cup. And is gold rich and can the mine be poor Theirs at the best is borrow'd store Nay so long borrow'd that it now grows old O that my Love could wax as cold As cold to earth as earth is in decay But more intense to God each day who 'll soon serve earth for all its glitt'ring grace As we do serve old Silver-lace Lord fire this pile Of man mean while I h've heard good husbands say that they that borrow Their stock to day may break to morrow Sure the worlds credit cannot long hold good 'T is much the world thus long hath stood Consid'ring when the world 's in fullest trade How poor and sorry payment 's made Him that owes all and must his right recover Sure th' world must then all trade give over Shall I not therefore deal i th' interim Less with the world but more with him With him whose Love 's an unexhausted spring Of ev'ry good and perfect thing Methinks mens trading with the world might stop At thought of this who keeps her shop Alas my God the world is Devill ridden The thing is known and can't be hidden Hell hath deflour'd the earth and now I see 'T would put its leavings off to me Dawbing false paint on th' face o th' wrinkled Creature Hav'ng worn and spoil'd its native feature The earth 's all Egypt now And Egypts curse Is over all the world or worse For Beelzebub with his swarming train Hath all things flie-blown To be plain There is no flesh that 's sweet but Saviours now Which Satan tri'd but knew not how To taint All 's dogs-meat else Lord teach me chuse And I shall all the rest refuse And only wish For that one dish A dish that 's wholesome and 't is healing too Ah my dear God! what shall I do To Love thy flesh enough that tasted once For ever heals my broken bones Set thine apart all other flesh is grass And is my soul an oxe or ass That it should Love no higher then my beast Or can my soul such fare digest Come Trencher Criticks you that eat by book And in your food for physick look Your Cook must be some small Apothecarie Will you allow a Verser varie From your received rules and be content To try a new experiment Flesh in a feaver's good Divinity Which who most eats scapes best say I. Provided that the flesh be sound and good For I would be right understood As never did nor could corruption see Ah my dear Saviour I mean thee Alas how low in an high burning Feaver Of Gods displeasure never never To have been cured otherwise did sin Once bring me till I did begin To fall aboard that sacred flesh And then How soon did I grow well agen Then wellcome gentle guest if thou hast not To prize and Love thine health forgot Come sit down here And Love this Chear Or tell me is it sweetness and delight That rather doth thy Love invite What more delicious sweeter thing can be Than that sweet blood was shed for me When I Repentance take that purging pill I take it in this Syrup still Whaâ— purgeth pains and would too much corrode â—â—t for this sweet emulgent blood You curious Palates that can't let one glass Without a strict Examen pass Come tast and tell me if this blood this wine Ben't generous and genuine The Vine is Divine nay'tis somewhat more And can the blood o th' Grape be poor 'T is this High-Country-Wine that fills my cup When at my Saviours board I sup Wine that 's as sweet as wrath of God is bitter Which who hath tasted is the fitter To rellish this rich liquor Wrath makes dry But here 's the cup of Charity This is the grace-cup Nothing 's sweet nor good Till dasht or sprinkled with this blood Men are but Swine wines are but swill before This blood man to himself restore A Wine so good fal'n Angels might not tast it Who therefore did contrive to cast it Upon the ground which when they thought to spill They broach'd for man against their will Lord who can love Thy blood enough Or do you Love for Loveliness Come hither My Lord is Lovely alltogether Alas how am'rous wits forget their duty To this supreme and perfect beauty You fond admirers of a skin-deep
thee Is health to mee They that have not this sickness hâ—ve a worse â—hy plague and curse If any man LOVE not the Lord Jesus Christ let him be Anathema Maran-atha 1 Cor. 16.22 PRAYER NExt th' Trinity of Persons and of Graces Mans three main Duties Muse and Method Who views my God and Grace in all their Beauty places Can 't I should think but take delight in Duty But who believs Hopes Loves I 'm sure of that Will Love to Pray to Hear to Meditate Pray'r's the first breath put forth in crying then When through sad pangs poor souls are born agen Heav'n well commends Faiths midwifery and sayes The Child 's no still born for behold he prayes Pray'r is the rapper at Heav'ns door Faith knocks Who 's there saith Love within doors and unlocks Pray'r is the key what e're i th' lock retards Pray'r â—yld with mourning gently slips the wards And moves the Spring Gods heart Doth Ephraim mourn The bolt gives back Jehovah's bowels turn Pray'r is an Arrow from a well-bent heart Watch the Returns and see what 't will impart Of Heav'ns Intelligence i' th' flouds decrease This mournfull Dove brings th' Olive branch of peace Pray'r is the saced Bellows when these blow How musically doth faiths Organ goe Thus Pray'r proves Faith an Instaument and Love Answers to this wind-musick from Above In sweet consort with ravishing consent Upon that Lute that dear string'd Instrument Whose strings are Bowels of that Lamb once slain Who makes the Musick bee'ng Alive again Pray'r is the sacred Bellws when these blow How doth that Live-cole from Gods Altar glow By Prayer Love burns to zeal and hot desire Baptizeth the souls fewell all with fire Pray'r breath 's the gale whilest Faith doth navigate i th' brittle bark of Mans frail mortall state Good Hope 's the Cape fair Heaven and fair wind Whilest Faith in pray'r steers the low ballast mind Pray'r is Faiths Limbeck there the Promise lies And thence distils mock not Prayr's watry eyes On th' knees of Pray'r Faith brings forth Promises As Bilba sometimes bare on Rachels knees Pray'r is Faiths Bucket Pray'r doth upward move Drawing its waters from those wells above Chain'd to that Bucket of the Blessing so That that comes down as this doth upward go Pray'r is Faiths Pump where 't works till th' water come If 't come not free at first Faith puts in some Some truly penitentiall tears and then Pumping the Promise paies it self agen Pray'r is the Christians Pulse Pray'r instantly The Temper or Distemper will descry Some read some sing and some their pray'rs can say He 's an Elias that his pray'rs can pray Pray'r lifting up its holy hands can dart To Heav'n that hand-granado of the Heart Of the whole Heart which kindled with desire In fervent motion breaks sets Love on fire Compassions burnâ— Heav'n suff'ring violence Grows to surrender unto man propense Pray'r's a chief piece of Faiths Artillery Take a right ground mount Pray'r aym right let flie Doth Heav'n hold out let Heaven hear from Faith What force Pray'r home-charg'd with a Promise hath Doth Hell assault let fervour fire this Gun And the report shall make bold Legion run Pray'rs Rhetorick commands when 't begs and so Makes most victorious whom it brings most low Pray'r lifteth up the Eyes Hands Heart we see When Pray'r most humbly doth bow down the knee Pray'r makes Man Prince with God Doth Jacob kneel Saith King of Glory Rise up Israel Pray'r in the silent Hannah loudly Speakâ— Pray'r both Manasse's heart and prison breaks Elijahs Pray'r doth pierce the brassie skies And makes the Tears to stand in Heavens eyes 'T is not an armed Amalek can stand When Pray'r lifts up a Moses's naked Hand As Thunder struck Philistines once did fall Dâ—wn tumbles Rain and th' Enemy withall At th'Lightning Legions Pray'â— Oh who can war Where private Souldiers such Commanders are Pray'r bee'ng aboard the great Leviathan In whose close Cook-room Jonah's shipt poor man Makâ—s Land runs th' Hull on shore and open breaks The Pris'ners way by blowing-up the Decks Pray'r undertakes to discipline the SUN To teach that Giant Postures when to Run When to Retreat to make a Halt to stand At praying Joshua's word of Command This Rowling Eve in Heavens Brow stands still Wondering to see Faiths Pray'r thus work its will Fifteen Degrees when Hezekiah pray'd His Life and ten the Sun ran retrograde Thus Pray'r prevails in Heaven Earth and Seas Add but its conquest over Hell to these How th' Ayre of Pray'r choaks the serpentine brood Of that old crooked Dragon in the flood Sin Satans spawn and how the intestine Thorne Is by true Prayr's compunction out-worne How th' Messenger of Satan's buffeted Who came to buffet how the Serpents Head Under the knees of Pray'r is sqeez'd at last And Beel-zebub is himself out-cast By the rare force of Pray'r that grows more strong By Fasting and more fresh by watching long The summe of all is Pray'rs stupendious Art To bind Gods hands and keep in hold his Heart Pray'r importuning this Sampson hath found Himself revealing how he may be bound Ev'n God be bound who 's infinitely free Yet saith to Faith and Pray'r Command ye mee The Prayer-hearing God the Father is The Pray'r-perfuming God that Son of His With flagrant fragrant Incense of His Merit The Pray'r-inditing God is God the Spirit Pray'rs Tears are washt in Gods Blood its means Are ayr'd with Gods unutterable groans Thus Pray'r prevails with God yet Praises shall Not Pray'r but th' God of Pray'r victorious call Who 's All in All. Pray alwaies with all PRAYER and watch there vnto with all Perseverance Eph. 6.18 HEARING FRom Pray'r to Hearing I proceed For that prepares for this indeed But who from Hearing turns his ear away The Lord abominates to hear him pray Heark t is Gods voice can man forbear To hear Him speak that made the Ear Why should the Head of hearing Ears make show Since such Deaf Ears upon Mans Heart do grow Heav'n did to poor Mans misery Give ear before he gave the Cry Methinks a Saviours words should all sound loud Acuted with the Accents of his Blood What vile Dishonesty appears By Mans disgracefull loss of Ears And yâ—â— let Syrens frog and Satan knock 〈◊〉 Hear can 〈◊〉 too â—ight too soon unlock No Cords can hold or Lusts be bound Till All is over-board and drown'd When th'Serpent charms this Addâ—r hears but when Heav'n charm's more wisely th' Ears are charm'd agen Most what I see a monstrous sight Most have two Ears yet neither 's Right God gave them two yet they 'l by no means lend So much as one to such a bounteous Friend Sure such a Friend would soon repay By giving ear to what they pray God ever takes up Ears on Interest And doth his greatest Creditors pay best They teach their very Ears to pray Who listen well what God shall say Th' uncircumcis'd in Ear bid
multifarious Creeping Creatures Whose food is various As their features Cry still to God Our FATHER spread our Table Father to Live thy Gift alone can bee Earth's cold and dead And cannot give To what it bred To breath or live Surely the fountain of all Life 's with thee This spacious House thus built and furnisht so Come let 's convey Our Image just Did th' Father say To breathing dust Leaving our likeness to keep House below Then was clay stamp'd by Act of Parliament With God's bright face A Creature Crown'd Wish Life and Grace Heav'n-born Heav'n-bound Of upright aspect of Divine descent Father thy foot-steps we may find and gather All other-where But in this creature Thy face shines clear Witness his feature Who reads mans face may quickly spell his Father Said I one may my God I should have said One might have done But things fall cross Flesh turns to stone Pure gold to dross Silver degenerates to dirt and lead Said I there is I should have said there was My God! there was Thy countenance So in his face That ev'ry glance The shining Sun in brightness did surpass Father this walking talking Plant was Hee Whom thou didst love Whom thou didst prize All Plants above Thy Paradise Thou soon didst quit when thou hadst lost this Tree From th' side whereof a female plant did spring A splended pair Now th' Earth begins T' outshine the Ayr Where Heavens bright twins The Sun and Moon their Light as tribute bring Woman to man's a gift of Gods own giving That man alone No more might be Yet as much one And one with thee A gift endors'd with Doners Name the living This Royall consort to compleat mans joy Thou God of Union Didst well provide For chast Communion As his dear Bride Whom thou hast crown'd on Earth as thy Vice-Roy So th' little world with greatest work and skill Was fram'd at last And being the best Its grace was past To rule the rest Nothing 's forbidden but its knowing ill Upon thy foot-stool thou hadst built a Throne For man to sit My God at thine And at his feet Thou didst consigne All other things in due subjection Thou gav'st him Life 't was fit should'st give him Law His fear did fall By thy command On Creatures All In Sea and Land He standing only in his Fathers Awe His Diadem was bright Intelligence Wisdom in full Whose ev'ry spark Makes Diamonds dull And Gems look dark His Ermine Robe was purest Innocence A Rationall-Plant-Animal was he Could vegetate Could Move and walk Could contemplate Discourse and talk Fair Issue of the Blessed Trinity Parents own Picture wise just holy Son Thou mad'st that star His Heart to be Triangular Yet one with thee Who art the Ever-blessed Three in One. That Instruments Three Strings thou God Trin-Unc Th' Intellect Will And Memory Did'st Wisdoms skill And Sanctity And Righteouâ—ness give charge to keep in Tune And Oh! What rare and ravishing content My God did take Till on a day A fall did crack spoiling his play The strings together with the Instrumenc But oh what tongue what pen what prose what verse What tears what cryes What melting moanes What sobs what fight What piercing groanes Can mans so suddain so sad fall reherse Of late a most compleat and upright Piece My God did frame Of crooked bone But th' Serpent came When God was gone And wound his work to greater crookedness Wound out of Heaven but into Paradise In a Friends guise That cankerd Devil By fallacies Drew Eve to evil And thus the Mother of all living dies Man being thus on th' one side mortified How quickly doth The Gangrene spread Infecting both The heart and head Thus Adam liv'd and reign'd rebelld and died Down comes the Son by leaping Fathers hedge An Apple there As some do gather But a choak-Pear As I think rather Did tempt him Oh my teeth are yet on edge O fruit Death was thy fruit thy gall thy foot Mee thinks I tast With all my bread Which makes me hast Unto the dead Thou bredst that worm that kill'd me in my root Which bee'ng once wither'd root and branch did fall With such aweight Made the earth to groan From such an height Man fell upon The inferiour creatures and so crusht them all These subjects thus opprest soon take up Arms ' Gainst Rebell-Man Heav'ns deputie Who first begun to mutinie Against his Sov'raign to revenge their Harms For sin that made man Naked Arm'd the Earth So poor man scrambles In sweat and blood ' Midst thorns and Brambles For sorry food Till's Dust turns thither whence it had its Birth Now the Earth that sometimes own'd him for its King Makes him Distrain With plow or spade For every grain Or 't can't be had That wont of'ts own Accord its Tribute bring Man having broke Gods Peace all turns to strife ' Gainst his Creatour Ev'n Dogs proclaime Fal'n man a Traitour A two edg'd Flame Cries Come not Rebell near this Tree of Life Besides these wares without that worm doth gnaw Mans in most soul A worm late breeding O th' fruit he stole Whereof man feeding Became as broken as his Makers Law Yet thou' rt the FATHER these mourning Verses Do prove thee so Mans miseries The Creatures wo And all their cries Plainly proclaime thee FATHER of all mercies Thy Providence and Patience towards man Do seem to strive O blessed strife Who shall reprieve The Traitours life By lenghthening out his poor contracted span Though man made so much hast to stir thine ire Yet thou art slow My God thou art I find it so Thou melt'st mine heart With burning Coles but of another fire Thine En'my hungers and thou giv'st him food Thine En'my thirsts Thou giv'st him drink Oh! mine heart bursts Oh! Who would think Man were so bad that sees his God so good Father Thou mak'st thy Sun still shine on those That lowr on thee And when Heav'n lowers 'T is love we see For fruitfull showrs Thou makest then to fall on thankless foes Man what art made of Dost not feel that Sun Dissolve the Ice But thou art Clay Th'harder for this Yet showrs we say Soften the hardned Clay But thou art stone Father When man had ceas'd thy sonne to be And turn'd thy foe Yet didst thou not Desert him so Nor hast forgot To set thy child though batter'd on thy knee When man first stript himself and shew'd his shame Cloaths from the Backs Of Beasts less wild Mans FATHER takes To dress his Child Man lost his Robe and Beasts must bear the blame Could I to cloath a Foe thus strip a Friend My God! My God! What have these done And yet thy Rod Due to thy Son Falls on these servants backs that never find Thus Man 's both fed and clad at thine expence Kept at thy charge Yet keeps it not But lives at large As having got His force to fight thee from thy Providence Heaps upon Heaps One load upon another God gives
Oh 't is thy right Accept my mite Or is it Love that sharpens Love again My Saviour every grinding pain Of thine on Earth and present Intercession Pleads for a Love beyond expression 'T is Love I live upon And do I yet Suspect thy Love or question it Lord if my Living be n't full proof thy dying Gives evidence beyond denying Herein is Love without dissimulation Thy Love thou provest by thy Passion Whose every wound with open mouth cries out We are Loves Vouâ—hers if you doubt When Heav'nly Hoasts first saw thee breath if then They run and preach good will tow'rds men If thus they comment on thine Infant-breath My God! what thought they of thy death Oh! how he Lov'd him if who saw thee shed Tears for thy friend Laz'ras bee'ng dead Cryed out What might they 've said that saw thee dye Bleeding for me thine enemy And dare I can I yet renew that grief Doubting thy Love through unbelief If I but say I Love how doth it grieve me If yet my Friend will not believe me And dare I yet suspect the God of Love Who saies who swears who dies to prove He Loves me Shall I fail in proof of mine And then to make a mends doubt thine Doubling thereby Each inâ—ury I find I feel I see and can't I say He Loves me doubts out of my way Doubtings by Demonstrations overcome Sure then if ever may be dumb Or if I needs must doubt and jealous bee Lord I le suspect my self not thee My soul lov'st thou thy Lord say yea or nay My God I 'm gravell'd what to say Yet will I hold mine heart to th' Sâ—rutiny Till it affirm or else deny Deny my God! I dare not nay I cannot And yet methinks affirm I may not Oh that I could This only can I say Dear Lord that I cannot say nay Thoughts in again Loves no such neutrall thing You must a certain Verdict bring Only be sure for 't is your own behoof Your Verdict stands on certain proof Alas my thoughts can never solve this doubt Unless thy Love Lord help me out My God what crouds of witnesses seem strive To be depos'd o th' Negative My seldome thoughts of thee my cold devotions Heartless profession lifeless motions My wanton Dalian with the world and sin My want of kindness to thy kin My little longing when thou' rt out of sight Or lab'ring to regain the light I sigh to say How these plead NAY These ah my God! and many more than these My little little care to please Or fear of grieving thee my want of leisure For thee and in thee want of pleasure My numbe Lethargick zeal when men defame Thy Saints thy worship waies or name How say I that I Love thee when mine heart So poorly plaies the Lovers part My Love commands mine eye mine hand my purse Can I Love thee yet serve thee worse Or must my friend of all friends be deni'd What I yield all I Love beside Alas my Lord such proof had almost got A Verdict past I Love thee not But that one witness came and crost the rest Stifling that Verdict in my breast Yet t' was not much that witnesse had to say But sorely weeping cri'd I pray If 't be as you pretend that there 's no fire Whence is this smoaking flax desire My Jesus thou' rt my Judge the Judge of all To whom my Love must stand or fall Thou that knowst all things knowst that I abhor My self for Loving thee no more My dear I h've sometime long'd and do I not Long yet that thou wouldst loose one knot To tye another what 's this life to me If I must still be strange to thee To Love is life Else life 's but strife Oh that I were a Graduat in that Colledge Where Love is known that passeth knowledg Where smiling Saints do comprehend and dwell In Love incomprehensible Where perfect Love casts out tormenting fear Nor theirs nor thine is doubted there Where full-eyed Love may see to interline Thy text with some short Notes of mine But whilst I 'm low as earth short as a span Fleet as a shade narrow as man The height length depth and breadth of Love to measure I have nor skill my God nor leisure Love that 's as high as Heav'n for thence it came And thither with it bound I am Love that 's as long as length eternity Must say how long for so can't I. Love that 's as deep as Hell for thence it took Me And the day 's down in my book Love that 's as broard as sin that spreads all over Yet Lord thy Love my sin doth cover Th' Astronomer what houses stars do keep Can tell the diver gage the deep But I poor Christs-Cross-Sholler cannot spell LOVE though a monasyllable Lord I could be content mine earth might turn To ashes so my soul might burn And all my powers become one Holocaust Reaching thy Love and life at last Lord stir this fire And raise it higher Here 's a poor broken heart a Sacrifice Which yet thou 'st said thou lt not despise I bind it on thine Altar in desire Heav'ns favour set it all on fire Lord shall I ever be a Questionist Help me commence in Love to Christ Or still incept'ring pass a grace mine heart May once be master of this art But as I said methought I heard one say Away bold Freshman you must stay Your time there 's many'n act ere this degree And hare there must no hudlings bee Lord if it must be so my now Condition I tender to thine own Tuition Till I have better Arguments to prove I'm more proficient in thy Love Charge thy self with me Me and all that 's mine Subject I to thy discipline Lord I will have no mind distinct from thee Who givest all that 's thine to mee If others ask me can you walk abroad I le answer Go and ask my God Where thou saist go though flesh and blood say stay I 'le creep if I can't run that way Or if I as I fear I shall transgress This law of Love I now express I 'le humbly strip my self next serious thought Till thou hast whipt me for my fau't Then kiss thy rod And cry my God! Then if thou smile thy favour Lord shall be Like rain upon mown grass to me Or like warm Sun-beams that succeed some showr Till joyes poor Bud's a full-blown flower But I will watch left some Old-Adam seed With joyes fair flower put forth some weed Which when 't first peeps thy weeding knife I le borrow Lest the ground harden by to morrow I le mark thine eye a better brighter Star Than that that guidâ— the Mariner My dull remisness Lord thine eye shall whet To more observance when sharp set Thy quick and hasty look shall quicken mee I le away to my Book or Knee I le chide my busie play-fellows Away My master frowns I dare not play Lord I 'le see by thine eyes thine