V Befriend me night best Patroness of grief, That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo; The leaves should all be black wheron I write, And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white. 30 VI See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels, To bear me where the Towers of Salem stood, In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatick fit. VII Mine eye hath found that sad Sepulchral rock My plaining vers as lively as before; For sure so well instructed are my tears, VIII Or should I thence hurried on viewles wing, Might think th'infection of my sorrows loud, This Subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had, when he wrote it, and nothing satisfi'd with what was begun, left it unfinisht. 40 50 On Time. FLY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd, Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With an individual kiss; And Joy shall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is sincerely good And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone, When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime, Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time. Upon the Circumcision. YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, Seas wept from our deep sorrow, He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease; Sore doth begin His Infancy to sease! 10 20 10 O more exceeding love or law more just? Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day, but O ere long Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more neer his heart. 20 At a Solemn Musick. BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily, Singing everlastingly; That we on Earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din 6 content] concent 1673 In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light. An Epitaph on the Marchioness of THIS rich Marble doth enterr Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. After so short time of breath, To house with darknes, and with death. Yet had the number of her days Bin as compleat as was her praise, In giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, But with a scarce-wel-lighted flame; And now with second hope she goes, But whether by mischance or blame Atropos for Lucina came; 10 20 And with remorsles cruelty, And those Pearls of dew she wears, Gentle Lady may thy grave After this thy travail sore To him that serv'd for her before, And at her next birth much like thee, Through pangs fled to felicity, Far within the boosom bright Of blazing Majesty and Light, 70 50 10 |