Tush! say they, can God from the highest heauens to the lowest Earth vouchsaulf, thinck you, those prince-like eyes be bowing? 'Tis but a vaine conceipt of fooles to be fondly referring Euery jesting trick and trifling toy to the Thundrer: For loe these be the men whoe rule and reign with aboundance; These, and who but these? Why then, what meane I to lift up Cleane handes and pure hart to the heu'ns? what meane I to offer Praise and thanksgeuing to the Lord? what meane I to suffer Such plagues with patience? Yea, and almost had I spoken Euen as they did speake, which thought noe God to be guyding. But soe should I, alas! haue iudged thy folk to be luckless, Thy sons forsaken, thy saints vnworthily haples. Thus did I thinck and muse, and search what might be the matter: But yet I could not, alas! conceaue so hidden a woonder, Vntil I left myself, and all my thoughts did abandon, And to thy sacred place, to thy sanctuary, lastly repayred. There did I see, O Lord, these men's vnfortunate endings; Endings mute, and fit for their vngodly beginnings. Then did I see how they did stand in slippery places, Lifted aloft, that their downefalling might be the greater. Lyving Lord, how soone is this theyr glory triumphant Dasht, confounded, gone, drownd in destruction endless! Their fame's soone outworne, theyr names extinct in a moment, Lyke to a dreame, that lyues by a sleep, and dyes with a slumber. -Thus my soule did greeue, my hart did languish in anguish ; Soe blynde were myne eyes, my minde soe plunged in error, That noe more than a beast did I know this mystery sacred. Yet thou heldst my hande, and kepst my soule from the dungeon; Thou didst guyde my feete, and me with glory receauedst. For what in heau'n or in earth shall I loue, or woorthyly wonder, But my most good God, my Lord and mighty Jehova? Though my flesh oft faint, my hart's oft drowned in horror, God neuer fayleth, but will be my mighty protector. Such as God forsake, and take to a slippery com fort, Trust to a broken staffe, and taste of woorthy reuengement. In my God, therefore, my trust is wholly reposed, And his name wil I praise, and sing his glory renowmed, XXII. JOHN DAVIES. SONETS. I. IF in a three-square glasse, as thick as cleare, What though it were not that it could be told? It is that which is furthest from description, Then, O light limitlesse, let me, poore me, II. WERE manne's thoughts to be measured by daies, Ten thousand thoughts ten thousand daies should haue, Which in a day the mynd doth daily raise; That's nought if longe, and longe if nought it bee! The shortest thought of longe life is too longe, III. synnes, WHILES in my soule I feel the soft warme hand TRUE loue is Charity begun to be, Which is when Loue beginneth to be true; In that dread Maiestie's eternall brest, When by thy heate shall my loue lose hir name, [ELIZ. POETS.] 16 V. THE ofter sinne, the more griefe, shewes a saint; To sinne in strength the stronger makes the blame: Reed, crowne, nor crosse, hath power to crucifie. VI. A RIGHTEOUS man still feareth all his deeds, VII. IN th' act of sinne the guilt of conscience Doth spoile our sport, sith our soules fainting bleed; |