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And comprehend the blessings they bestow.
So reclus'd hermits ofien times do know
More of Heaven's glory than a worldling can. 59
As man is of the world, the heart of man
Is an epitome of God's great book
Of creatures, and men need no farther look;
So 's the country of courts, where sweet peace doth,
As their own common soul, give life to both:
And am I then from court?
Allovhanes. Dreamer! thou art:
Because thou art.not fro2en, art thou warm?
D,mic.2 N ij
Chide thyself then, O Fool! which yesterday
Might'st have read more than all thy books bewray,
Hast thou a history which doth present
A court where all affections do assent
Unto Hie king's, and that that king's are just?
And where it is no levity to trui.t, 80
Where there is no ambition but t' obey,
Where men need whisper nothing and yet may;
Where the king's favours are so plac'd, that all
Find that the king therein is liberal
To them, in him, because his f.ivoursbend
To virtue, to the which they all pretend?
Thou hast no such, yet here was this, and more;
An earnest lover, wise then, and before.
Our little Cupid hath sued livery,
Ard is no more in his minority: 99
He is admitted now into that breast'
Where the king's counsels apd his secrets rest.
What hast thou lost? O ignorant mail!
Inios. I know All this, and only therefqre I withdrew. To know and feel all this, and not to have Words to express i(, makes a man a grave Of his own thoughts: I would not therefore stay At a great feast, having no grace to say i And yet I 'scap'd not here; for being come to?
Full of the common joy, I utler'd some.
If by that manly courage they be try'd
III^HAISINC Or THE BRIDEGROOM.
Tho' it be some divorce to think of you i jrs
Single, so much one are you two,
.The fire of thy inflaming eyes, and of thy loving hear-t.
IV. RAISING Or THE BRIDE.
Bit now to thee, fair Bride! it is some wrong
Thou who, (0 all which come to look upon,
V. HEn ArPARPLIINR,
Thus thou descend'st to our infirmity, Who can the sun in water see; go dost thou when in silk and gold Thou clpud'st thyself; since we which do behold Are dust and worms 'tis just Our objects be the fruits of worms and dust. Let ev'ry jewel be a glorious star, Yet stars are not so pure as their spheres are; And tho' thou stoop t' appear to us in part, i&i
Still in that picture thou intirely art,' Which thy inflaming eyes have made within his lovinjf heart.
VI. GOING TO THE CHAPEL.
Now from your east you issue forth, and we,