Indeed the world's thy book, Where all things have their leaf afsign'd : Yet a meek look Hath interlin'd. Thy board is full, yet humble guests Find nefts. Thou tarriest, while I die, And fall to nothing; thou dost reign, And rule on high, While I remain In bitter grief: Yet am I stil'd Thy child. Lord, didft thou leave thy throne, Not to relieve? How can it be That thou art grown Thus hard to me? Were fin alive, good cause there were To bear. But now both fin is dead, And all thy promises live and bide : That wants his head : These speak and chide, And in my bofom pour my tears As theirs. Lord JESU, hear my heart, Thy beggars grow; rid them away To-day. My love, my fweetness hear, hear! Pluck out thy dart, And heal my troubled breast, which cries, Which dies. The Bag. AWAY defpair; my gracious Lord doth hear, Tho' winds and waves affault my keel, Well may he close his eyes, but not his heart. Haft thou heard, that my Lord JESUS dy'd? And when they afk'd what he would wear, He had new clothes a making here below. When he was come, as travellers are wont, Both then and after, many a brunt And having given the reft before, Here he gave up his life to pay our score. H But as he was returning, there came one Bringing nor man, nor arms, nor fear, And straight he turn'd, and to his brethren cry'd, If ye have any thing to send or write, Will ufe me in this kind, the door The Jews. POOR nation, whofe fweet sap and juice Our Cyens have purloin'd, and left you dry: O that my prayers! mine alas! Oh that some angel might a trumpet sound :- Should cry fo loud, until the trump were drown'a, That your fweet fap might come again! The Collar Struck the board, and cry'd, no more; I What thall I ever figh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Have I no harvest, but a thorn Before my fighs did dry it: there was corn, Is the year only loft to me? Have I no bays to crown it ? No flowers, no garlands gay ? all blasted ? All Not fo, my wafted? but there is fruit',' And thou haft hands. Recover all thy figh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and would'st not fee. I will abroad, Call in thy death's-head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To fuit and serve his need, Deferves his load. But as I rav'd, and grew more fierce and wild I heard one calling, Child; H 2 WH The Glimpse. HITHER away delight? Thou cam'ft but now; wilt thou fo foon depart, For many weeks of ling'ring pain and smart Methinks delight should have More skill in music, and keep better time. They quickly go and come with leffer crime; Thy short abode and stay A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat; In hope of thee my heart Pick'd here and there a crumb, and would not die; When as my fears foretold this, did reply, Yet if the heart that wept Muft let thee go, return when it doth knock, For future times, the droppings of the stock If I have more to spin, The wheel shall go, fo that thy ftay be short. Disturb the work. O make me not their sport, |