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The church triumphant made this match before,
And now the militant doth strive no more. 170

Then, reverend Priest! who God's recorder art,
Do from his dictates to these two impart
All blessings which are seen, or thought, by angels*
eye or heart.

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.
Tho' six, hours since the sun to bed did part,
The masks and banquets will not yet impart
A sunset to these weary eye?, a center to this heart.

IX. THE BRIDE'S GOING TO BED*

What mean'st thou, Bride! this company to keep?
To sit up till thou fain would sleep?
Thou may'st not when thou 'rt laid do so:
Thyself must to him a new banquet grow.
And you must entertain, 20a

And do all this day's dances o'er again,
Know, that if sun and moon together do
Rise in one point, they do not set sp too:
Therefore thou may'st, fair Bride! to bed depart;
Thou art not gone being gone; where'er thou art
Thou leav'st in him thy watchful eyes, in him thy
loving heart.'

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,
Unchang'd for fifteen hundred year,
May these love-lamps we here enshnne 220

In warmth, light, lasting, equal the divine!
Fire ever doth aspire,

And makes all like itself, turns all to fire, .
But ends in ashes; which these cannot do,
For none of these is fuel, but fire too.
This is joy's bonfire then, where love's, strpng arts
Make of'so noble individual parts, [hearts.

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

HOLY SONNETS,

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.

Ii.

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

III.

Oh! might these sighs and tears r. turn again
Into my breast and eyes which I have spent,
That I might, in this holy discontent,
Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vain?
I* mine idolatry what show'rs of rain
Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent?
That suffrance was my sin I now repent;
'Cause I did suffer, I must suffer pain.
Th' hydroptic drunkard, and night-scouting thief.
The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud, 10

Have th' remembrance of past joys for relief
Of coming ills. To (poor) me is allow'd
No ease, for long yet vehement grief hath been
Th' effect and cause, the punishment and sin. 14

On! my black soul! now thou art summoned By Sickness, Death's herald and champion, Thou 'rt like a pilgrim which abroad hath done

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