97. PEACE. SWEET PEACE, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there A hollow winde did seem to answer, No: I did; and going did a rainbow note: This is the lace of Peace's coat : I will search out the matter. But while I lookt the clouds immediately Then went I to a garden and did spy The crown Imperiall: Sure, said I, But when I digg'd, I saw a worm devoure At length I met a rev'rend good old man : I did demand, he thus began: There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who liv'd with good increase He sweetly liv'd; yet sweetnesse did not save But after death out of his grave There sprang twelve stalks of wheat: Which many wondring at, got some of those To plant and set. It prosper'd strangely, and did soon disperse For they that taste it do rehearse, A secret vertue, bringing peace and mirth Take of this grain, which in my garden grows, Make bread of it: and that repose With so much earnestnesse you do pursue 98. CONFESSION. O WHAT a cunning guest Is this same grief! within my heart I made In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till: No scrue, no piercer can Into a piece of timber work and winde, When he a torture hath design'd. They are too subtill for the subt'llest hearts; And fall, like rheumes, upon the tendrest parts. We are the earth; and they, Like moles within us, heave and cast about: They never cool, much lesse give out. No smith can make such locks, but they have keyes; Closets are halls to them; and hearts, high-wayes. Onely an open breast Doth shut them out, so that they cannot enter; But quickly seek some new adventure. Wherefore my faults and sinnes, Lord, I acknowledge; take thy plagues away : I challenge here the brightest day, 99. GIDDINESSE. OH, what a thing is man! how farre from power, He is some twentie sev'rall men at least One while he counts of heav'n, as of his treasure: And calls him coward, who for fear of sinne Now he will fight it out, and to the warres; And snudge in quiet: now he scorns increase; He builds a house, which quickly down must go, And crusht the building: and it's partly true, O what a sight were Man, if his attires And like a Dolphin's skinne, his clothes combin'd Surely if each one saw another's heart, No sale or bargain pass: all would disperse, Lord, mend or rather make us: one creation Except thou make us dayly, we shall spurn 100. THE BUNCH OF GRAPES. Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man And now, methinks, I am where I began Sev'n years ago: one vogue and vein, I did toward Canaan draw; but now I am For as the Jews of old by God's command So now each Christian hath his journeys spann'd: A single deed is small renown. God's works are wide, and let in future times; Then have we too our guardian fires and clouds: We have our sands and serpents, tents and shrowds, But where's the cluster? where's the taste But can he want the grape, who hath the wine? Blessed be God, who prosper'd Noah's vine, And made it bring forth grapes good store. Who of the law's sowre juice sweet wine did make, 101. LOVE UNKNOWN. DEARE friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad: |