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So well in chambers, in thy church so ill,
As I can scarce call that reformed until
This be reformed. Would a whole state present
A lesser gift than some one man hath sent?
And shall our church unto our spouse
More hoarse, more harsh, than any other, sing?
For that we pray, we praise thy name for this,
Which by this Moses, and this Miriam is
Already done ; and, as those Psalms we call
(Though some have other authors) David's all;
So though some have, some may some psalms translate,
We thy Sydnean psalms shall celebrate;
And till we come th' extemporal song to sing,
(Learned the first hour that we see the king,
Who hath translated those translators,) may
These, their sweet learned labours, all the way
Be as our tuning, that when hence we part,
We may fall in with them and sing our part.
The state and men's affairs are the best plays
Next yours: 'tis not more nor less than due praise.
Write, but touch not the much-descending race
Of lords' houses, so settled in worth's place,
As but themselves none think them usurpers ;
It is no fault in thee to suffer theirs.
If the queen masque, or king a hunting go,
Though all the court follow, let them. We know
Like them in goodness that court ne'er will be,
For that were virtue, and not flattery.
Forget we were thrust out. It is but thus
God threatens kings, kings lords, as lords do*us.
Judge of strangers, trust and believe your friend,
And so me; and when I true friendship end,
With guilty conscience let me be worse stung
Than with Popham's sentence thieves, or Cook's tongue
Friends are ourselves. This I thee tell As to my friend, and myself as counsel.
Let for a while the time's unthrifty rout
Contemn learning, and all your studies flout:
Let them scorn hell, they will a serjeant fear
More than we them, that ere long God may forbear,
But creditors will not. Let them increase
In riot and excess, as their means cease :
Let them scorn him that made them, and still shun
His grace, but love the whore who hath undone
Them and their souls. But that they that allow
But one God, should have religious enow,
For the queen's masque, and their husbands for more
Than all the Gentiles knew or Atlas bore.
Well, let all pass, and trust him who not cracks
The bruised seed, nor quencheth smoking flax.
AFTER HE HAD TAKEN ORDERS.
Thou, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now
To put thy hand unto the holy plough,
Making lay-scornings of the ministry
Not an impediment, but victory;
What bring'st thou home with thee? how is thy mind
Affected since the vintage ? dost thou find
New thoughts and strings within thee? and, as steel
Touch'd with a loadstone, dost new motions feel?
Or as a ship, after much pain and care,
For iron and cloth, brings home rich Indian ware?
Hast thou thus traffick’d, but with far more gain
Of noble goods, and with less time and pain?
Thou art the same materials as before,
Only the stamp is changed, but no more.
And as new-crowned kings alter the face,
But not the money's substance, so hath grace
Chang’d only God's old image by creation
To Christ's new stamp, at this thy coronation;
Or as we paint angels with wings, because
They bear God's message, and proclaim his laws:
Since thou must do the like, and so must move,
Art thou new-feather'd with celestial love
Dear! tell me where thy purchase lies, and show
What thy advantage is above below:
But if thy gainings do surmount expression,
Why doth the foolish world scorn that profession
Whose joys pass speech? Why do they think unfit
That gentry should join families with it?
As if their day were only to be spent
In dressing, mistressing, and compliment.
Alas! poor joys, but poorer men, whose trust
Seems richly placed in sublimed dust!
(For such are clothes and beauty, which, though gay,
Are at the best but of sublimed clay.)
Let then the word thy calling disrespect,
But go thou on, and pity their neglect.
What function is so noble as to be
Embassador to God and destiny?
To open life, to give kingdoms to more
Than kings give dignities; to keep heaven's door?
Mary's prerogative was to bear Christ ; so
'Tis preachers' to convey him, for they do
As angels out of clouds, from pulpits speak,
And bless the poor beneath, the lame, the weak;
If then th'astronomers, whereas they spy
A new-found star, their optics magnify,
How brave are those who with their engine can
Bring man to heav'n, and heav'n again to man?
These are thy titles and pre-eminences,
In whom must meet God's graces, men's offences ;
And so the heav'ns which beget all things here,
And th' earth, our mother, which these things doth bear,
Both these in thee are in thy calling knit,
And make thee now a blest hermaphrodite.
SENT HIM WITH ONE OF MY SEALS OF THE ANCHOR AND CHRIST.
Qui priùs assuetus serpentum fasce tabellas
Signare (hæc nostræ symbola parva domûs)
Adscitus domui Domini, patrioque relicto
Stemmate, nanciscor stemmata jure nova.
Hinc mihi crux, primo quæ fronti impressa lavacro,
Finibus extensis, anchora facta patet.
Anchora in effigem crux tandem desinit ipsam.
Anchora fit tandem crux tolerata diu.
Hoc tamen ut fiat, Christo vegetatur ab ipso
Crux, et ab affixo est anchora facta Jesu.
Nec natalitiis penitus serpentibus orbor ;
Non ita dat Deus, ut auferat ante data.
Quà sapiens, dos est; quà terram lambit et ambit,
Pestis; at in nostrâ fit medicina cruce
Serpens ; fixa cruci si sit natura ; crucique
A fixo nobis gratia tota fluat.
Omnia cum crux sint, crux anchora fixa, sigillum
Nontam dicendum hoc, quàm catechismus erit.
Mitto, nec exigua, exiguâ sub imagine, dona,
Pignora amicitiæ, et munera, vota, preces.
Plura tibi accumulet sanctus cognominis ille,
Regia qui flavo dona sigillat equo.
A Shear of SNAKES USED HERETOFORE TO MY Seal, THE CREST
OF OUR POOR FAMILY.
ADOPTED in God's family, and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
The cross (my seal at baptism) spread below,
Does by that form into an anchor grow.
Crosses grow anchors: bear as thou shouldst do,
Thy cross, and that cross grows an anchor too.
But he that makes our crosses anchors thus
Is Christ, who there is crucified for us.
Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold;
God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old.
The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be;
My poison, as he feeds on dust, that's me :
And as he rounds the earth to murder sure,
My death he is, but on the cross my cure.
Crucify nature then, and then implore
All grace from him crucified there before.
When all is cross, and that cross anchor grown,
This seal is a catechism, not a seal alone.
Under that little seal great gifts I send,
Works, and prayers, pawns and fruits of a friend,
And may that saint which rides in our great seal
To you who bear his name great bounties deal,
IN SACRAM ANCHORAM PISATORIS, G. HERBERT.
Quod crux nequibat fixa, clavique additi,
(Tenere Christum scilicet, ne ascenderet)
Tuive Christum devocans facundia,
Ultra loquendi tempus : addit anchora :
Nec hoc abundè est tibi, nisi certæ anchoræ
Addas sigillum ; nempe symbolum suæ
Tibi debet unde et terra certitudinis.
Quondam fessus Amor loquens amato,
Tot et tanta loquens amica, scripsit:
Tandem et fessa manus dedit sigillum.
Suavis erat, qui scripta dolens lacerando recludi,
Sanctius in regno magni credebat amoris
(In quo fas nihil est rumpi) donare sigillum !
Munde, fluas fugiasque licet, nos nostraque fixi.
Although the cross could not Christ here detain,
Though nailed unto it, but he ascends again,
Nor yet thy eloquence here keep him still,
But only while thou speak’st; this anchor will:
Nor canst thou be content, unless thou to
This certain anchor add a seal; and so
The water and the earth, both unto thee
Do owe the symbol of their certainty.
When love, being weary, made an end
Of kind expressions to his friend,
He writ; when his hand could write no more
He gave the seal, and so left o'er.
How sweet a friend was he who, being grieved
His letters were broke rudely up, believed
'Twas more secure in great love's common weal
(Where nothing should be broke) to add a seal!
Let the world reel, we and all ours stand sure;
This holy cable is of all storms secure.