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The church triumphant made this match before,
Then, reverend Priest! who God's recorder art,
VII. THE BENEDICTION.
Blest pair of Swans I oh! may you interbring Daily new joys, and never sing: Live till all grounds of wishes fail, Till honour, yea, till wisdom, grow so stale, That new great heights to try, It must serve your ambition to die, Raise heirs, and may here to the world's end live 180 Heirs from this king to take thanks, you to give. Nature and grace do all, and nothing art. May never age or error overthwart [heart.
With any west these radiant eyes, with any north this
VIII. MASTS AND REVELS.
But you are ever-blest: plenty this day Injures; it causeth time to stay: The tables groan, as tho' this feast Would, as the flood, destroy all fowl and beast. And were the doctrine new That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true; ECLoevs. 153
For ev'ry part to dance and revel goes i 191
They tread the air, and fall not where they rose.
IX. THE BRIDE'S GOING TO BED*
What mean'st thou, Bride! this company to keep?
And do all this day's dances o'er again,
X. THE BRIDEGROOM'S COMING.
As he that sees a staj fall runs a pace, , And finds a jelly in the place; So doth the bridegroom haste as much, Being told this star isfall'n, and finds her such. 21.0 And as friends may look strange By a new fashion or apparel's change,
Their souls, tho' long acquainted they had beerJl
These clothes their bodies never yet had seen;
Therefore at first she modestly might start, .
But must forthwith surrender every part [heart.
As freely as each to each before gave either hand or
XI. THE GOOD-NIGHT.
Now, as in Thulia's tomb one lamp burnt clear,
In warmth, light, lasting, equal the divine!
And makes all like itself, turns all to fire, .
One fire of four inflaming eyes and of two loving
Inios. As I have brought this song, that I may do A perfect sacrifice, I'll burn it tco. 230
Aixofh. No, Sir, this paper I have justly got, For in burnt incense the perfume is not His only that presents it, but of all. Whatever celebrates this festival Is common, since the joy thereof is so. Nor may yourself be priest: but let me go Back to the court, and I will lay 't upon S uch al tars as prize your devotion 23S
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;
I run to deaih, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday,
I dare not move my dim eyes any way;
Despair behind, and death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh.
Only thou art above, and when t'wards thee
By thy leave I can look, I rise again; 1
But our old subtle fee so tempteth me,
That not one hour myself I can sustain:
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art.
And thou, like adamant, draw mine iron.heart. i.
As due by many titles, I resign Myself to thee, O God 1 First I was made By thee; and for thee; and when I wasdecay'd Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine. I am thy son, made wiih thyself to shine, Thy servant, whose pains thou hast still repay'd, Thy sheep, thine image; and, till i betray'd Myself, a temple of thy Spirit divine.
Why doth the devil then usurp on me?
Why doth he steal, nay, ravish, that's thy right? ,d
Except thou rise, and for thine own work fight,
Oh! I shall soon de-pair, when I shall see [me,
That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt not choose
And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me. 14
Oh! might these sighs and tears r. turn again
Have th' remembrance of past joys for relief
On! my black soul! now thou art summoned By Sickness, Death's herald and champion, Thou 'rt like a pilgrim which abroad hath done