The crosse taught all wood to resound his name Who bore the same. His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key Is best to celebrate this most high day. Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song Or since all musick is but three parts vied, O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part, And make up our defects with his sweet art. I got me flowers to straw thy way; And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. The Sunne arising in the East, Though he give light, and th' East perfume; Can there be any day but this, Easter -Wings. 13. LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poor: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne: And all with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine, And feel this day thy victorie, For, if I imp my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me. 14. HOLY BAPTISME. As he that sees a dark and shadie grove, Which is above the heav'ns, whose spring and rent Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow. In you Redemption measures all my time, And spreads the plaister equall to the crime: You taught the book of life my name, that so, Whatever future sinnes should me miscall, 15. HOLY BAPTISME. SINCE, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancie Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me. O let me still Write thee great God, and me a childe: Let me be soft and supple to thy will, Although by stealth My flesh get on; yet let her sister My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth : The growth of flesh is but a blister; Childhood is health. 16. NATURE. FULL of rebellion, I would die, That thou hast ought to do with me. O tame my heart ; It is thy highest art To captivate strong holds to thee. If thou shalt let this venome lurk, And thence by kinde Making thy workmanship deceit. O smooth my rugged heart, and there Is saplesse grown, And a much fitter stone To hide my dust, then thee to hold. 17. SINNE. LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round! Parents first season us: then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and sundayes, sorrow dogging sinne, Blessings beforehand, tyes of gratefulnesse, The sound of glorie ringing in our eares; Without, our shame; within, our consciences; Angels and grace, eternall hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole aray 18. AFFLICTION. WHEN first thou didst entice to thee my heart, Out of my stock of naturall delights, |