And I (for grief is cafily beguil'd)

Might think th❜infection of my forrows loud, Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud.

This Subject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing fatisfied with what was begun, left it unfinifht.

On TIM E.

LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race,

FLY

Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours

Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,' Which is no more than what is false and vain, And meerly mortal dross;

So little is our loss,

So little is thy gain.

For when as each thing bad thou haft entomb'd,

And last of all thy greedy felf confum'd,

Then long Eternity fhall greet our bliss
With an individual kifs;

And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is fincerely good

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And

And perfectly divine,

With Truth, and Peace, and Love fhall ever fhine

About the fupreme Throne

Of him, t'whose happy-making fight alone,

When once our Heav'nly-guided Soul shall clime,

Then all this Earthy grofnefs quit,

Attir'd with Stars, we fhall for ever fit,

[Time.

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O

YE

Upon the Circumcifion.

flaming Powers,and winged Warriours bright That erft with Musick, and triumphant Song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So fweetly fung your Joy the Clouds along Through the foft filence of the liftning night; Now mourn, and if fad share with us to bear

Your fiery effence can distil no tear,

Burn in your fighs, and borrow

Seas wept from our deep forrow,

He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whilear

Enter'd the World, now bleeds to give us cafe,

Alas

Alas, how foon our fin

Sore doth begin

His Infancy to fease!

O more exceeding love or law more just?
Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightful doom remediless

Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron'd in fecret blifs, for us frail dust
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness;

And that great Cov'nant which we still tranfgrefs Intirely fatisfi'd,

And the full wrath beside

Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,

And feals obedience first with wounding smart
This day, but O e'er long

Huge pangs and strong

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Will pierce more near his heart.

At a folemn Mufick.

Left pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, Sphear-born harmoniousSifters, Voice andVerfe, Wed your divine founds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,

And

And to our high-rais'd phantafie present
That undisturbed Song of pure confent,

Ay fung before the saphire-colour'd throne
To him that fits thereon

With Saintly shout, and folemn Jubily,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devote and holy Pfalms

Singing everlastingly,

That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise,
As once we did, till difproportion'd fin
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair Musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd.
In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

O may we soon again renew that Song,

And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God e'er long

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To his celestial confort us unite,

To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light

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EPITAPH

ΟΝ ΤΗΕ

Marchionefs of Winchester.

HIS rich Marble doth enter

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The honour'd Wife of Winchester,

A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Befides what her Virtues fair.

Added to her noble Birth,

More than she could own from Earth.

Summers three times eight fave one

She had told, alas too foon,

After fo fhort time of breath,

To houfe with darkness, and with death.

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