I flung away, and with full cry

Of wild affections, rid
In post for pleasures, bent to try

All gamesters that would bid.
I played with fire, did counsel spurn,

Made life my common stake;
But never thought that fire would burn,

Or that a soul could ache.
Glorious deceptions, gilded mists,

False joys, fantastic flights,
Pieces of sackcloth with silk lists,

These were my prime delights.
I sought choice bowers, haunted the spring,

Culled flowers and made me posies;
Gave my fond humours their full wing,

And crowned my head with roses.
But at the height of this career

I met with a dead man,
Who, noting well my vain abear,

Thus unto me began :
• Desist, fond fool, be not undone;

What thou hast cut to-day
Will fade at night, and with this sun

Quite vanish and decay.'.
2 Flowers gathered in this world, die here; if thou

Wouldst have a wreath that fades not, let them grow, And grow for thee. Who spares them here, shall find A garland, where comes neither rain nor wind.

LOVE-SICK.
Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love thee?
Oh that thy Spirit would so strongly move me,
That thou wert pleased to shed thy grace so far

DOVE

As to make man all pure love, flesh a star!
A star that would ne'er set, but ever rise,
So rise and run, as to outrun these skies,
These narrow skies (narrow to me) that bar,
So bar me in, that I am still at war,
At constant war with them. Oh, come, and rend
Or bow the heavens! Lord, bow them and descend,
And at thy presence make these mountains flow,
These mountains of cold ice in me! Thou art
Refining fire; oh, then, refine my heart,
My foul, foul heart! Thou art immortal heat;
Heat motion gives; then warm it, till it beat;
So beat for thee, till thou in mercy hear;
So hear, that thou must open; open to
A sinful wretch, a wretch that caused thy woe;
Thy woe, who caused his weal; so far his weal
That thou forgott'st thine own, for thou didst seal
Mine with thy blood, thy blood which makes thee mine,
Mine ever, ever; and me ever thine.

PSALM CIV. 1 Up, O my soul, and bless the Lord! O God,

My God, how great, how very great art thou ! Honour and majesty have their abode

With thee, and crown thy brow. 2 Thou cloth’st thyself with light as with a robe,

And the high, glorious heavens thy mighty hand Doth spread like curtains round about this globe

Of air, and sea, and land. 3 The beams of thy bright chambers thou dost lay

In the deep waters, which no eye can find ; The clouds thy chariots are, and thy pathway

The wings of the swift wind.

4 In thy celestial, gladsome messages

Despatched to holy souls, sick with desire
And love of thee, each willing angel is

Thy minister in fire.

5 Thy arm unmoveable for ever laid

And founded the firm earth; then with the deep As with a vail thou hidd'st it; thy floods played

Above the mountains steep.

6 At thy rebuke they fled, at the known voice

Of their Lord's thunder they retired apace:
Some up the mountains passed by secret ways,

Some downwards to their place.

7 For thou to them a bound hast set, a bound
Which, though but sand, keeps in and curbs whole

seas :
There all their fury, foam, and hideous sound,

Must languish and decrease.

8 And as thy care bounds these, so thy rich love

Doth broach the earth; and lesser brooks lets forth, Which run from hills to valleys, and improve

Their pleasure and their worth.

9 These to the beasts of every field give drink ;

There the wild asses swallow the cool spring:
And birds amongst the branches on their brink

Their dwellings have, and sing.

10 Thou from thy upper springs above, from those

Chambers of rain, where heaven's large bottles lie, Dost water the parched hills, whose breaches close, Healed by the showers from high.

11 Grass for the cattle, and herbs for man's use Thou mak'st to grow; these, blessed by thee, the

earth Brings forth, with wine, oil, bread; all which infuse

To man's heart strength and mirth.

12 Thou giv'st the trees their greenness, even to those

Cedars in Lebanon, in whose thick boughs
The birds their nests build ; though the stork doth

The fir-trees for her house. [choose

13 To the wild goats the high hills serve for folds,

The rocks give conies a retiring place :
Above them the cool moon her known course holds,

And the sun runs his race.

14 Thou makest darkness, and then comes the night,

In whose thick shades and silence each wild beast Creeps forth, and, pinched for food, with scent and sight

Hunts in an eager quest.

15 The lion's whelps, impatient of delay,

Roar in the covert of the woods, and seek
Their meat from thee, who dost appoint the prey,

And feed'st them all the week.

16 This past, the sun shines on the earth; and they

Retire into their dens; man goes abroad
Unto his work, and at the close of day

Returns home with his load.

17 O Lord my God, how many and how rare

Are thy great works! In wisdom hast thou made Them all; and this the earth, and every blade

Of grass we tread declare.

18 So doth the deep and wide sea, wherein are

Innumerable creeping things, both small
And great; there ships go, and the shipmen's fear,

The comely, spacious whale.

19 These all upon thee wait, that thou mayst feed

Them in due season: what thou giv'st they take; Thy bounteous open hand helps them at need,

And plenteous meals they make.

20 When thou dost hide thy face, (thy face which keeps

All things in being,) they consume and mourn: When thou withdraw'st their breath their vigour

And they to dust return. sleeps,

21 Thou send'st thy Spirit forth, and they revive,

The frozen earth’s dead face thou dost renew. Thus thou thy glory through the world dost drive,

And to thy works art true

22 Thine eyes behold the earth, and the whole stage

Is moved and trembles, the hills melt and smoke With thy least touch; lightnings and winds that rage

At thy rebuke are broke.

23 Therefore as long as thou wilt give me breath

I will in songs to thy great name employ
That gift of thine, and to my day of death

Thou shalt be all my joy.

24 I'll spice my thoughts with thee, and from thy word

Gather true comforts; but the wicked liver
Shall be consumed. O my soul, bless thy Lord !

Yea, bless thou him for ever!