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What? Is he not the rock, out of whose side
Those streams of water-blood run forth? Th'elect and precious corner-stone well try'd ?
Tho' th' odds be great between their worth,
Let it be made indifferently
The blessed Sacrament thereby
Some of my comfort may abate,
Yet I will hug mine homely ftate,
Regeneration is all in all,
Washing, or sprinkling, but the fign, The seal, and instrument thereof; I call
The onc, as well as th' other mine, And my posterity's as fæderal.
If temporal estates may be convey'd,
By covenants on condition,
My soul, to rest upon
Do but thy duty, and rely upon't,
Repentance, Faith, Obedience,
To an authentic evidence,
io ning And at her mother-nurse the Church's dug;
With lab’ring lips and tongue she tugs
Babes new born of immortal feed;
Sure have a purpose to obtrude
Revealed will, his word. 'Tis odds,
Who seek the standard to purloin,
Both touchstones, balances, and weights, alone.
Those comments, that the text leave out?
Who doat so much on variation,
To be prescrib’d, or put in ure ?
If not all waste, yet common all, to lay. 1 191.1311 3.iei But why should he, that thinks himself well grown,
Be discontent that such an one,
Dandled upon his mother's knee,
More strength and stomach ? Why should not
Nurslings in Church, as well as weanlings, find
Vault thither without step or stairi
And think their tuçrets top the sky
And learn before, I sup to creep,
Dispatch, is but a truant's trick.
Then syllables, then words to spelli
In hand to write to other men. *
The Book of Camman-Prayeria i
*** Yes. Why not?
For time and place:
Is all alike to him, that prays
With's heart, that with his mouth he says.
Do pray, make take
Wherein to make!
To him that fees in secret, when,
Th’ are most conceal'd from other men.
In public prayer,
They need not fear
Amen; nor doubt they were betray'd
To blaspheme, when they should have pray'd. Devotion will add life unto the letter.
And why should not
Pray’r in the Church's words, as well.
That's the book. The book indeed,
On which who looks,
Wish for a better light
To guide him in the night :
To feed upon,
Than this alone,
And if he be amiss,
This the best phyfic is.
And fickness, which
The poor and rich With equal ease may come by. Yea, 'tis more,
An antidote, as well
As remedy'gainit hell. 'Tis heaven in perspective; and the bliss
Of glory here,
If any where,
Whillt faith to ev'ry word
A being doth afford.
All men may fee
Whether they be
Or in a better case,
As new adorn'd with grace. 'Tis the great magazine of spiritual arms,
Wherein doth lie
That might come by the blows
Of our infernal foes,"
Where weal and woe
Are order'd so,
Unless his own mistake