2. There's not a wind can ftir, Or beam paffe by, But ftrait I think, though far, Strike these lips dumb: That foiles thy name, Untill in death. 3. Perhaps fome think a tombe But a dark, feal'd up wombe, Which ne'r breeds more. Come, come! Such thoughts benum. But I would be With him I weep To wake in thee. ¶ Midnight. Hen to my Eyes, Whilft deep fleep others catches, Thine host of spyes, The starres, shine in their watches, I doe furvey Each bufie Ray, And how they work and wind, And with each beame My foul doth ftream With the like ardour shin'd. What Emanations, Quick vibrations, And bright stirs are there! What thin Ejections, And flow motions here! 2. Thy heav'ns, fome say, Are a firie-liquid light, Which mingling aye Streames and flames thus to the fight. Shine on this bloud And water in one beame; And thou fhalt fee Kindled by thee Both liquors burne and streame. And celeftiall flowes, Will follow after On that water, Which thy Spirit blowes! Math. Cap. 3. ver. xi. I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but be that commeth after me, is mightier than I; whofe fhooes I am not worthy to beare; he shall baptize you with the holy Ghost, and with fire. ¶ Content. Eace, peace ! I know 'twas brave; But this coarse fleece, I fhelter in, is flave To no fuch peece. When I am gone, I shall no wardrobes leave To friend or fonne, But what their own homes weave. 2. Such, though not proud nor full, And mourn to fee the wooll Outlast the sheep; Poore, Pious weare! Hadft thou bin rich, or fine, Had mourn'd thy loffe, not mine. 3. Why then these curl'd, puffed points, Or a laced story? Death fets all out of Joint, And scornes their glory. In hand, fome in the skin; But, croffe to those, I would have mine within. Oy of my life while left me here! And still my Love! How in thy abfence thou doft steere A life well lead This truth commends, 2. Stars are of mighty use: The night The Rode foul; and where one goes right, One twinkling ray, May clear much way, And guide a croud. 3. Gods Saints are fhining lights: who stays O're dark hills, swift streames, and steep ways But these all night, Like Candles, fhed Their beams, and light 4. They are indeed our Pillar-fires, Seen as we go; They are that Citie's fhining spires A fwordlike gleame First Out; This beame Will guide him In. The Storm. See the use: and know my bloud But a fhallow, bounded floud, Yet have I flows as strong as his, And boyling ftremes that rave With the fame curling force and hiffe, 2. But when his waters billow thus, Dark ftorms and wind Incite them to that fierce difcuffe, Thus the Enlarg'd, inraged air Uncalmes these to a floud; But ftill the weather that's most fair Breeds tempefts in my bloud. 3. Lord, round me then with weeping Clouds, And let my mind In quick blasts figh beneath those shrouds, A fpirit-wind; |