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• This day my Saviour rofe,

And did enclose this Light for his:
That, as each Beast his Manger knows,
Man might not of his Fodder mifs.
Christ hath took in this piece of Ground,
And made a Garden there for those

Who want Herbs for their wound.

The reft of our Creation

Our great Redeemer did remove

With the fame Shake, which at his Paffion
Did th' Earth and all Things with it move.
As Sampfon bore the Doors away,

Chrift's Hands, tho' nail'd, wrought our Salvation,
And did unhinge that Day.

The brightness of that Day

We fullied by our foul Offence:

Wherefore that Robe we caft away,
Having a new at his Expence,

Whofe drops of Blood paid the full price,
That was requir'd to make us gay,
And fit for Paradice.

Thou art a day of Mirth:

And where the week-days trail on Ground,
Thy Flight is higher as thy Birth:

O let me take thee at the bound,

Leaping with thee from fev'n to fev'n,
Till that we both, being tofs'd from Earth,

Fly hand in hand to Heaven!

T Avarice.

M

T Avarice.

Oney, thou bane of Blifs, and fourse of Woe, Whence com'ft thou, that thou art so fresh and I know thy Parentage is base and low: (fine? Man found thee poor and dirty in a Mine..

Surely thou didst so little contribute

To this great Kingdom, which thou now haft got, That he was fain, when thou waft deftitute, To dig thee out of thy dark Cave and Grot.

Then forcing thee, by Fire he made thee bright:
Nay, thou haft got the Face of Man; for we
Have with our Stamp and Seal transfer'd our right,
Thou art the Man, and Man but drofs to thee.
Man calleth thee his Wealth, who made thee rich;
And while he digs out thee, falls in the ditch.

H

OF

SMARY?
Ana-ARMY Joram

Ow well her Name an Army doth prefent,
In whom the Lord of Hofts did pitch his Tent.

To all Angels and Saints.

H glorious Spirits, who after all your Bands
See the fmooth Face of God, without a Frown,
Or ftrict Commands;

Where ev'ry one is King, and hath his Crown,
If not upon his Head, yet in his Hands:

Not

Not out of Envy or Maliciousness

Do I forbear to crave your fpecial Aid.
I would addrefs

My Vows to thee moft gladly, bleffed Maid,
And Mother of my God, in my distress:

Thou art the holy Mine, whence came the Gold,
The great Restorative for all Decay

In young and old;

Thou art the Cabinet where the Jewel lay:
Chiefly to thee would I my Soul unfold.

But now (alas!) I dare not; for our King,
Whom we do all jointly adore and praise,
Bids no fuch thing:

And where his Pleasure no Injunction lays,
('Tis your own cafe) ye never move a Wing..

All Worship is Prerogative, and a Flower,
Of his rich Crown, from whom lies no Appeal
At the laft Hour :

Therefore we dare not from his Garland fteal,
To make a Pofy for inferiour Power.

Although then others court you, if ye know
What's done on Earth, we fhall not fare the worse,
Who do not so;

Since we are ever ready to disburse,
If any one our Master's Hand can fhow.

H

¶ Employment.

Ethat is weary, let him fit; My Soul would fir And trade in Courtefies and Wit,

Quitting the Fur,

The cold Complexions needing it.

Man

Man is no Star, but a quick Coal
Of mortal Fire:

Who blows it not, nor doth controll
A faint Defire,

Lets his own Afhes choke his Soul.

When th❜Elements did for place conteft
With him whose Will

Ordain'd the highest to be beft.

The Earth fat ftill,

And by the others is oppreft.

Life is a bufinefs, not good cheer;
Ever in Wars.

The Sun ftill fhineth there or here,

Whereas the Stars

Watch an advantage to appear.

Oh that I were an Orange-tree,

That bufie Plant!

Then should I ever laden be,

And never want

Some Fruit for him that dreffeth me.

But we are still too young or old;

The Man is gone,

Before we do our Wares unfold:

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Then was my Heart broken, as was my Verfe;

My Breaft was full of Fears

And Disorder.

My

¶ Ungratefulness.

Ord, with what Bounty, and rare Clemency
Haft thou redeem'd us from the Grave!
If thou had'ft let us run,

Gladly had Man ador'd the Sun,

And thought his God moft brave ;

Where now we fhall be better Gods than he,

Thou hast but two rare Cabinets full of Treafure, The Trinity, and Incarnation;

Thou haft unlock'd them both,

And made them Jewels to betroth
The work of thy Creation
Unto thy felf in everlasting Pleasure:

The ftatelier Cabinet is the Trinity,
Whose sparkling Light accefs denies :
Therefore thou doft not show

This fully to us, till Death blow
The Duft into our Eyes:

For by that Powder thou wilt make us fee.

But all thy Sweets are pack'd up in the other;
Thy Mercies thither flock and flow ;
That, as the first affrights,

This may allure us with Delights;
Because this box we know;

For we have all of us juft fuch another.

But Man is close, referv'd, and dark to thee
When thou demandeft but a heart,
He cavils inftantly.

In his poor Cabinet of bone

Sins have their Box a-part,

Defrauding thee, who gaveft two for one.

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¶ Sighs

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