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The wolfe part of the better oft doth win:
And when I fhould have ended, I begin.

The scent would choak me, were it not that Grace
Sometimes vouchfafeth to perfume the place

With odours of the Spirit, which do eafe me,
And counterpoife Corruption. Bleffed Spirit,
Altho' eternal torments be my merit,

And of myfelf tranfgreffions only please me.
And grace enough being reviv'd to raise me,
Challenge thine own, Let not intruders hold
Against thy right, what to my wrong I fold.
Having no ftate myfelf, but tenancy,

And tenancy at will, what could I grant
That is not voided, if thou fay, avaunt!

O fpeak the word, and make these inmates flee:
Or, which is one, take me to dwell with thee.

The Curb.:

PEACE, rebel-thought; doft thou not know thy King,

My God, is here?

Cannot his prefence, if no other thing,
Make thee forbear?

Or were he abfent, all the standers-by
Are but his fpies:

And well he knows, if thou fhould't it deny,
Thy words were lies.

If others will not, yet I muft and will,"
Myfelf complain.

My God, ev'n now a bafe rebellious thought
Began to move,

And fubt'ly twining with me would have wrought
Me from thy love:

Fain he would have me to believe, that fin,

And thou might both

Take up my heart together for your inn,
And neither lothe

The other's company; a while sit still,
And part again.

Tell me, my God, how this may be redrest.
The fault is great,

And I the guilty party have confest.
I must be beat.

And I refuse not punishment for this,
Tho' to my pain:

So I may learn to do no more amifs,
Nor fin again:

Correct me, if thou wilt; but teach me theu
What I fhall do.

Lord of my life, methinks I heard thee say,
That labour's eas'd:

The fault, that is confeft, is done away,
And thou art pleas'd.

How can I fin again, and wrong thee then,
That do'ft relent,

And cease thine anger ftraight, as foon as men
Do but repent?

No, rebel-thought; for if thou move again,
I'll tell that too.

The Loss.

THE match is made

Between my love and me:

And therefore glad,

And merry now I'll be.

Come Glory, crown

My head

And pleasures drown

My bed

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WH HITHER, Oh! whither is my Lord departed?

What can my love, that is fo tender-hearted,

Forfake the foul, which once he thorough darted,

As if it never smarted?

No, fure my love is here, if I could find him:
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But oh! my fenfes are too weak to wind him:
Or elfe I do not mind him.

O no, I mind him not fo as I ought;
Nor feek him fo as I by him was fought,
When I had loft myfelf; he dearly bought
Me, that was fold for nought.

But I have wounded him, that made me found;
Loft him again, by whom I first was found:
Him, that exalted me, have caft to the ground;
My fins his blood have drown'd.

Tell me, oh! tell me, (thou alone canft tell)
Lord of my life, where thou art gone to dwell:
For in thy abfence ev'n itself is hell:

Without thee none is well.

Or, if thou be'ft not gone, but only hideft
Thy prefence in place where thou abidest,
Teach me the facred art, which thou provideft
For all them whom thou guideft,

To feek and find thee by. Elfe here I'll lie,
Until thou find me. If thou let me die,
That only unto thee for life do cry,
Thou dy't as well as I.

For, if thou live in me, and I in thee,
Then either both alive, or dead must be :
At least I'll lay my death on thee, and fee
If thou wilt not agree.

For, tho' thou be the Judge thyself, I have
Thy promife for it, which thou canst not wave,
That who falvation at thine hands do crave,

Thou wilt not fail to fave.

Oh! feek, and find me then; or else deny
Thy truth, thyself. Oh! thou canst not lie,
Shew thyself constant to thy word draw nigh.
Find me. Lo, here I lie.

The Return.

O, now my love appears;

Lo

My tears

Have clear'd mine eyes: I fee

'Tis he.

Thanks, blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell;
And, now thou art returned, I am well.

By this I fee I must

Not truft

My joys unto myself :
This fhelf

Of too fecure, and too prefumptuous pleasure
Had almoft funk my ship, and drown'd my treasure.
Who would have thought a joy

So coy

To be offended fo,

And go

So fuddenly away? As if enjoying

Full pleasure and contentment were annoying,
Hereafter I had need
Take heed,

Joys, amongst other things
Have wings,

And watch their opportunities of flight,
Converting in a moment day to night.

But, is't enough for me!

To be

Inftructed to be wife?

I'll rife,

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