He fees, like Pyramids, fhoot from this ball And leff'ning ftill grow up invifibly,

Yet hugs he still his durt; The stuffe he wears,

And painted trimming takes down both his eies; Heaven hath less beauty than the dust he spies, And money better mufick than the Spheres.

Life's but a blast; he knows it; what? shall straw,
And bul-rush-fetters temper his short hour?
Muft he nor fip nor fing? grows ne'r a flowr
To crown his temples? fhall dreams be his law?

O foolish man! how haft thou loft thy fight?
How is it that the Sun to thee alone

Is grown thick darkness, and thy bread a stone ? Hath flesh no foftness now ? mid-day no light?

Lord! thou didst put a foul here. If I must

Be broke again, for flints will give no fire Without a steel, O let thy power cleer Thy gift once more, and grind this flint to dust!

Retirement.

Ho on yon throne of Azure fits,
Keeping close house.

Above the morning-starre,

Whose meaner fhowes,

And outward utenfils these glories are,

That shine and share

Part of his manfion; He one day,

When I went quite aftray,

Out of meer love,

By his mild Dove,

Did fhew me home, and put me in the way.

2.

Let it fuffice at length thy fits

And lufts, faid he,

Have had their wish, and way;
Preffe not to be

Still thy own foe, and mine; for to this day
I did delay,

And would not fee, but chose to wink;
Nay, at the very brink
And edge of all,

When thou wouldst fall,

My love-twift held thee up, my unfeen link.

3.

I know thee well; for I have fram'd,
And hate thee not;

Thy fpirit too is mine;

I know thy lot,

Extent, and end, for my hands drew the line
Affigned thine;

If then thou would'st unto my feat,

'Tis not th' applause and feat
Of duft and clay

Leads to that way,

But from those follies a refolv'd Retreat.

4.

Now here below where yet untam'd

Thou doft thus rove,

I have a house as well

As there above;

In it my Name and honour both do dwell;
And shall untill

I make all new; there nothing gay
In perfumes or Array,
Duft lies with duft,

And hath but juft

The fame Refpect and room with ev'ry clay.

5.

A faithfull school, where thou maist see,
In Heraldrie

Of ftones and speechless Earth,

Thy true descent;

Where dead men preach, who can turn feasts and

mirth

To funerals and Lent.

There duft, that out of doors might fill

Thy eies, and blind thee ftill,

Is fast asleep.

Up then, and keep

Within those doors, my doors. Doft hear? I will.

S

Love, and Discipline.

Ince in a land not barren ftill,
Because thou doft thy grace diftill,
My lot is faln, Bleft be thy will!

And fince these biting frofts but kill
Some tares in me which choke or spill
That feed thou fow'ft, Bleft be thy skill!

Bleft be thy Dew, and bleft thy frost,
And happy I to be so croft,
And cur'd by Croffes at thy coft.

The Dew doth Cheer what is diftreft,
The frofts ill weeds nip and moleft,
In both thou work'ft unto the best.

Thus while thy fev'ral mercies plot,
And work on me now cold now hot,
The work goes on, and flacketh not;

For as thy hand the weather fteers,
So thrive I best 'twixt joyes and tears,
And all the have fome grean
year

Ears.

The Pilgrimage.

S travellours when the twilight's come,
And in the sky the stars appear,
The past daies accidents do fumme
With, Thus wee faw there, and thus here.

Then Jacob-like lodge in a place,
A place, and no more, is fet down,
Where till the day restore the race
They reft and dream homes of their own.

So for this night I linger here,
And full of toffings to and fro,
Expect ftill when thou wilt appear,
That I may get me up, and go.

I long and grone and grieve for thee,
For thee my words, my tears do gush;
O that I were but where I fee!
Is all the note within my Bush.

As Birds robb'd of their native wood,
Although their Diet may be fine,
Yet neither fing, nor like their food,
But with the thought of home do pine;

So do I mourn, and hang my head;
And though thou doft me fullnes give,
Yet look I for far better bread,
Because by this man cannot live.

O feed me then! and fince I may

Have yet more days, more nights to Count,

So ftrengthen me, Lord, all the way,

That I may travel to thy Mount.

Heb. Cap. xi. ver. 13.

And they Confessed, that they were ftrangers, and Pilgrims on the earth.

The Law, and the Gospel.

Ord, when thou didst on Sinai pitch,
And shine from Paran, when a firie Law,
Pronounc'd with thunder and thy threats,
did thaw

Thy People's hearts, when all thy weeds were rich,
And Inacceffible for light,

Terrour, and might ;