Whisper, How wide is all this long pretencc! 78. PRAYER. Of what an easie quick accesse, To shew that state dislikes not easinesse, Of what supreme almightie power Is thy great arm which spans the east and west, By it do all things live their measur'd houre: Of what unmeasurable love Art thou possest, who, when thou couldst not die, And for our sakes in person sinne reprove; Since then these three wait on thy throne, Wealth, fame, endowments, vertues, all should go; 79. OBEDIENCE. My God, if writings may Convey a Lordship any way Whither the buyer and the seller please; If this poore paper do as much as they. On it my heart doth bleed As many lines, as there doth need To pass itself and all it hath to thee. And here present it as my speciall deed. If that hereafter Pleasure Cavill, and claim her part and measure, As if this passed with a reservation, Or some such words in fashion; I here exclude the wrangler from thy treasure. O let thy sacred will All thy delight in me fulfill! Let me not think an action mine own way, Resigning up the rudder to thy skill. Lord, what is man to thee, That thou shouldst minde a rotten tree? Yet since thou canst not choose but see my actions; So great are thy perfections, Thou mayst as well my actions guide, as see. Besides, thy death and bloud Show'd a strange love to all our good: Thy sorrows were in earnest; no faint proffer, Or superficiall offer Of what we might not take, or be withstood. Wherefore I all forego : To one word onely I say, No: Where in the deed there was an intimation Lord, let it now by way of purchase go. He that will passe his land, As I have mine, may set his hand To both our goods, if he to it will stand. How happie were my part, If some kinde man would thrust his heart Into these lines; till in heav'n's court of rolls Entred for both, farre above their desert! 80. CONSCIENCE. PEACE pratler, do not lowre: Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul: By listning to thy chatting fears I have both lost mine eyes and eares. Pratler, no more, I say: My thoughts must work, but like a noiselesse sphere, If thou persistest, I will tell thee, And the receit shall be My Saviour's bloud; whenever at his board No, not a tooth or nail to scratch, And at my actions carp, or catch. Yet if thou talkest still, Besides my physick, know there's some for thee: For those that trouble me : The bloudie cross of my deare Lord 81. SION. LORD, with what glorie wast thou serv'd of old, Where most things were of purest gold ; With flowers and carvings, mysticall and rare : Yet all this glorie, all this pomp and state, Co Thy Ho Wherefore thou quitt'st thy ancient claim: And now thy Architecture meets with sinne; For all thy frame and fabrick is within. There thou art struggling with a peevish heart, Which sometimes crosseth thee, thou sometimes it: The fight is hard on either part. Great God doth fight, he doth submit. All Solomon's sea of brass and world of stone And truly brasse and stones are heavie things, And ever as they mount, like larks they sing: 82. HOME. COME, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick,. Or take me up to thee! How canst thou stay, considering the pace The bloud did make, which thou didst waste? When I behold it trickling down thy face, |