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And read a lecture unto them that are
Willing to learn how comfort dwells with care.

He that his joys would keep î

Must weep;
And in the brine of tears

And fears
Must pickle them. That powder will preserve :
Faith and repentance is the soul's conserve,

Learn to make much of care :

A rare
And precious balfam 'tis.

For bliss;
Which oft refides where mirth with forrow meets
Heavenly joys on carth are bitter sweets.


talk of Noah's flood as of a wonder;
And well we may :

The scriptures say,
The water did prevail, the hills were under,

And nothing could be seen but sea.
And yet there are two other floods surpass

That flood as far

As heaven one ftar, Which many men regard as little as

The ordinary'st things that are. The one is sin, the other is salvation :

And we must need

Confess indeed,
That either is an inundation

Which doth the deluge far exceed.
In Noah's flood he and his household liv'd:

And there abode
A whole ark-load

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Of other creatures that were then repriev'd:

All safely on the waters rode,
But, when sin came, it overflowed all,

And left none free;

Nay, even he
That knew no lin, could not release my thrall,

But that he was made fin for me;
And, when salvation came, my Saviour's blood

Drown'd sin again,

With all its train
Of evils, overflowing them with good,

With good that ever shall remaine 0, let there be one other inundation,


In my soul so,
That thankfulness may level with falvation,

And sorrow lin may overgrow.
Then will I praise my Lord and Saviourso,

That angels shall

Admire man's fall,
When they shall see God's greatest glory grow,

Where Satan thought to root out all,

Let grace


IN, I would fain define thee: but thou art

An unconth thing

All that I bring
To shew thee fully, she wsthee but in part.
I call thee the tranfgreffion of the law,

And yet I read,

That fin is dead
Without the law; and thence it ftrength doth draw.

I say thou art the sting of death. 'Tis true,

And yet I find

Death comes behind :
The work is done before the pay be due,
I say thou art the devil's work ; yet he

Should much rather,

Call thee Father ;
For he had been no devil but for thee.
What shall I call thee, then ? If death and devil,

Right understood,

Be names too good,
I'll say thou art the quintessence of evil.

Travels at Home. O'Mhaeyong dia cen iech the fights to see,

FT have I wish'd a traveller to be: That I had heard and read of. Oft I have Been greedy of occafion as the grave, That never says enough; yet fill was croft When opportunities had promis'd moft. At last I faid, what mean'st thou, wandering elf, ? To ftraggle thus ? Go travel first thyself. Thy little world can thew thee wonders great ; The greater may have more, but not more neat And curious pieces. Search, and thou fhalt find Enough to talk of. If thou wilt, thy mind Europe fupplics, and Afva thy will, And Afric thy affections. And if Aill. Thou list to travel further, pur thy fenfes For both the Indies Make no more pretencos Of new discoveries, whilft yet chine own, And nearest little world is still unknown. Away then with thy quadrants and compaffes, Globes, tables, cards, maps, and minute glaffes. Lay by thy journals and thy diaries, Close up thine annals and thine histories.

Study thyself, and read what thou haft writ
In thine own book, thy conscience. , Is it fit
To labour after other knowledge so,
And thine own nearest, dearest self not know ?
Travels abroad both dear and dangerous are,
Whilst oft the soul pays for the body's fare:
Travels at home are cheap and safe. Salvation
Comes mounted on the wings of meditation.

He that doth live at home, and learns to know
God and himself, needeth no further go.

The Journey. L

IFE is a journey. From our mothers' wombs,

As houses, we set out; and in our tombs, As inns, we rest, till it be time to rise 'Twixs rocks and gulfs our narrow foot-path lies : Haughty presumption and hell-deep despair Make our way dangerous, though seeming fair, The world with its enticements seek and fly, Slabbers our steps, and makes them Nippery. The flesh, with its corruptions, clogs our feet, And burdens us with loads of lusts unmeet. The devil where we tread doth spread his snares,, And with temptations takes us unawares Our footsteps are our thoughts, our words, our works : These carry us along; in these there luiks Envy, Luft, Avarice, Ambition, The crooked turnings of perdition. One while we creep among the thorny brakes Of worldly profits; and the devil takes . Delight to see us pierce ourselves with sorrow To-day, by thinking what might be to-morrow. Another while we wade, and wallow in Puddles of pleasure ; and we never lin Daubing ourselves with dirty damn'd delights, Till self-begotten pain our pleasure frights,

Sometimes we scramble to get up the banks
Of icy honour; and we break our ranks
To ftép before our fellows; i hough, they say,
He soonest riveth that still leads the way.
Sometimes, when others jaftle and provoke us,
We stir that duft ourselves that ferves to choke us;
And raise those tempests of contention which
Blow us beside the way into the ditch.
Our minds should be our guides. But they are blind,
Our wills out-run our wits, or lag behind.
Our furious passions, like unbridled jades,
Hurry us headlong to th' infernal shades.

If God be not our Guide, our Guard, our Friend,
Eternal death will be our journey's end.

TEN often find, when nature's at a stand,


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That art, her ape, can reach her out an hand,
To pierce her powers with to a full length.

And may not grace have means enough in store,

Wherewith to do as much as that, and more ? She may: She hath engines of ev'ry kind, To work what art and nature, when they view, siis Stupendous miracles of wonder find, And yet must needs acknowledge to be true ;

loja se So far transcending all their pow'r and might,

That they ftand ev'n amazed at the sight.
Take but three instances ; Faith, Hope, and Love."
Souls help'd by the perspective glass of faith
Are able to perceive what is above
The reach of reason: Yea, the scripture saith,

Ev’n him that is invisible behold,
And future things as if they'd been of old.

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