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,
Which hath been broken now so long,
That ev'ry part
Hath got a tongue.

Thy beggars grow; rid them away

To-day.

My love, my fweetness hear, hear!
By these thy feet, at which my heart
Lies all the year,

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,
He doth preferve it: he doth steer,
Ev'n when the boat seems most to reel.
Storms are the triumph of his art:

Well may he close his eyes, but not his heart.

Haft thou heard, that my Lord JESUS dy'd?
Then let me tell thee a strange story.
The God of Power, as he did ride
In his majestic robes of glory,
Refolv'd to light and fo one day
He did defcend, undreffing all the way.
The stars his tire of light and rings obtain'd,
The cloud his bow, the fire his fpear,
The sky his azure mantle gain'd.

And when they afk'd what he would wear,
He fmil'd, and faid as he did go,

He had new clothes a making here below.

When he was come, as travellers are wont,
He did repair unto an inn

Both then and after, many a brunt
He did endure to cancel fin:

And having given the reft before,

Here he gave up his life to pay our score.

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But as he was returning, there came one
That ran upon him with a spear.
He who came hither all alone,

Bringing nor man, nor arms, nor fear,
Receiv'd the blow upon his fide,

And straight he turn'd, and to his brethren cry'd,

If ye have any thing to send or write,
(I have no bag, but here is room)
Unto my father's hands and fight
(Believe me) it shall safely come.
That I fhall mind what you impart.;
Look, you may put it very near my heart.
Or if hereafter any of my friends

Will ufe me in this kind, the door
Shall ftill be open; what he fends.
I will prefent, and somewhat more,
Not to his hurt. Sighs will convey
Any thing to me. Heark defpair, away!

The Jews.

POOR nation, whofe fweet sap and juice

Our Cyens have purloin'd, and left you dry:
Whose streams we got by the Apostles" flace,
And use in baptifm, while ye pine and die;
Who by not keeping once, became a debtor;
And now by keeping lofe the letter:

O that my prayers! mine alas!

Oh that some angel might a trumpet sound :-
At which the Church falling upon her face

Should cry fo loud, until the trump were drown'a,
And by that cry of her dear Lord obtain,

That your fweet fap might come again!

The Collar

Struck the board, and cry'd, no more;

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What thall I ever figh and pine?

My lines and life are free; free as the road,
Loofe as the wind, as large as ftore.
Shall I be fill in fuit ?

Have I no harvest, but a thorn
To let me blood, and not reftore
What I have loft with cordial fruit ?
Sure there was wine,

Before my fighs did dry it: there was corn,
Before my tears did drown it.

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
Of what is fit, and not forfake thy cage,
Thy rope of fands,

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.
Away; take heed:

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
Methought every word,

I heard one calling, Child;
And I reply'd,' My Lord."

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The Glimpse.

HITHER away delight?

Thou cam'ft but now; wilt thou fo foon depart,
And give me up to night?

For many weeks of ling'ring pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?

Methinks delight should have

More skill in music, and keep better time.
Wert thou a wind or wave,

They quickly go and come with leffer crime;
Flowers look about, and die not in their prime.

Thy short abode and stay
Feeds not, but adds to the defire of meat.
Lime begg'd of old (they say)

A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat;
Which by the spring's accefs grew much more great.

In hope of thee my heart

Pick'd here and there a crumb, and would not die;
But conftant to his part,

When as my fears foretold this, did reply,
A flender thread a gentle guest will tie.

Yet if the heart that wept

Muft let thee go, return when it doth knock,
Altho' thy heap be kept

For future times, the droppings of the stock
May oft break forth, and never break the lock.

If I have more to spin,

The wheel shall go, fo that thy ftay be short.
Thou know'ft how grief and fin

Disturb the work. O make me not their sport,
Who by thy coming may be made a court!