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To this life things of fenfe
Make their pretenfe:

In th'other Angels have a right by birth:
Man ties them both alone,
And makes them one,

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With th'one hand touching heav'n, with th'other

In foul he mounts and flies,
In flesh he dies.

(earth.

He wears a fluff,whofe thread is courfe and round,"
But trimm'd with curious lace,
And fhould take place

fter the trimming, not the stuff and ground.

Not, that he may not here
Tafte of the cheer:

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ut as birds drink, and ftraight lift up their head, 15 So muft he fip and think

Of better drink

le may attain to, after he is dead.

But as his joyes are double;
So is his trouble.

le hath two winters, other things but one:
Both frofts and thoughts do nip,
And bite his lip;

nd he of all things fears two deaths alone.

Yet ev'n the greatest griefs

May be reliefs,

Could he but take them right, and in their wayes.

Happy is he, whofe heart
Hath found the art

To turn his double pains to double praise.

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The Storm.

F, as the winds and waters here below
Do fly and Flow,

My fighs and tears as bufie were above;

Sure they would move

5And much affect thee as tempeftuous times Amaze poor mortals, and object their crimes. Wodi domos al migoɗ noul la

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Stars have their storms, ev'n in a high degree,
As well as we. -

A throbbing conscience spurred by remorse

Hath a strange force: It quits the earth, and mounting more and more, Dares to affault thee, and befiege thy doore.

There it stands knocking, to thy muficks wrong, And drowns the fong.

15Glory and honour are fet by till it

An anfwer get..

Poets have wrong'd poor ftorms: fuch days are beft They purge the air without, within the breaft.

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Paradife.

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Blefs thee, Lord, because I GROW Among thy trees, which in a ROW To thee both fruit and order OW.

What open force, or hidden CHARM
Can blaft my fruit, or bring me HARM,
While the inciofure is thine ARM?

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Inclofe me ftill for fear I STAR T.
Be to me rather fharp and TART,
Then let me want thy hand and ART.

When thou doft greater judgments SPARE,
And with thy knife but prune and PARE,
Ev'n fruitful trees more fruitful AR E.

Such fharpnefs fhows the fweeteft: FREND:
Such cuttings rather heal then REND
And fuch beginnings touch their END.

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Oor heart, lament.

For fince thy God refufeth ftill,

There is fome rub, fome difcontent,
Which cools his will.

Thy

Quickly father could

what thou doft move;

For he is Power: and fure he

For he is Love.

Go fearch this thing,

Tumble thy breaft, and turn thy book.

thou had loft aglove or ring,

Wouldst thou not look?

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And fhould Gods ear

To such indifferents chained be,
Who do not their own motions hear?
Is God lefs free?

But flay what's there?

Late when I would have fomething done,
I had a motion to forbear,

Yet I went on..

And should Gods ear,
oWhich needs not man, bety'd to those
Who hear not him, but quickly hear
His utter foes?detai

Then once more pray;
Down with thy knees, up with thy voice,
5Seek pardon firft, and God will fay,
Glad heart rejoyce..

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¶ Divinity.

S men, for fear the ftars fhould fleep and nod,

A And trip at night, have fpheres fuppli'd;

As if a ftar were duller then a clod,

Which knows his way without a guide:

Juft fo the other heav'n they alfo ferve,

Divinities tranfcendent skie:

Which with the edge of wit they cut and carve.
Reason triumphs, and Faith lies by.

25Could not that wifdom which firft broch'd the wine Have thicken'd it with definitions?

And jagg'd his feamlefs coat, had that been fine,
With curious questions and divifions?
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But all the doctrine which he taught and gave,

Was clear as heav'n, from whence it came: At least those beams of truth, which only fave, Surpass in brightnefs any flame.

Love God, and love your neighbour. Watch and pray. 5
Do as you would be done unto.

O dark inftructions, ev'n as dark as day!
Who can thefe Gordian knots undo?

But he doth bid us take his bloud for wine.
Bid what he pleafe,; yet I am fire,
To take and taste what he doth there defign,
Is all that faves, and not obfcure.

Then burn thy Epicycles, foolish man;
Break all thy fpears, and fave thy head.
Faith needs no ftaff of flesh, but foutly can
To heav'n alone both go and lead.

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Nd art thou grieved, fweet and facred Dove,
When I am fowre,
And crofs thy love?

Grieved for me? the God of strength and power
Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,
I pass away and leave it dead?

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