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From the dry ground to spring, thy thirst t' allay
Wherewith to serve him better than thou haft; 585
Man. Believe not these suggestions which proceed
To the body's wounds and fores,
With maladies innumerable
In heart, head, breast and reins;
But must secret passage find
To th' inmoft mind,
There exercise all his fierce accidents,
And on her purest spirits prey,
My griefs not only pain me
As a lingring disease,
But finding no redress, ferment and rage,
Rankle, and fefter, and gangrene,
To black mortification.
Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb
Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp.
Thoughts my tormentors arm'd with deadly stings
Sleep hath forfook and giv'n me o'er
To death's benumming opium as my only cure: 630
And sense of Heav'n's desertion.
I was his nurfling once and choice delight,
His deftin'd from the womb,
Promis'd by heav'nly meffage twice defcending. 635
Under his special eye
Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain;
He led me on to mightieft deeds
Whom I by his appointment had provok'd,
The close of all my miferies, and the balm.
Chor. Many are the sayings of the wife In ancient and in modern books inroll'd, Extolling patience as the trueft fortitude; And to the bearing well of all calamities, All chances incident to man's frail life, Confolatories writ
Some fource of confolation from above,
Secret refreshings, that repair his strength,
With study'd argument, and much persuasion sought Lenient of grief and anxious thought:
But with th' afflicted in his pangs their found 660
Little prevails, or rather feems a tune
Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint;
Unless he feel within
And fainting spirits uphold.
God of our fathers, what is man!
That thou towards him with hand so various,
Temper'ft thy providence through his fhort course,
Th'angelic orders and inferior creatures mute,
Nor do I name of men the common rout,
And people's fafety, which in part they' effect:
Amidst their highth of noon
(gard Changeft thy count'nance, and thy hand with no reOf highest favors past 685
From thee on them, or them to thee of service.
Nor only doft degrade them, or remit
To life obfcur'd, which were a fair difmiffion,
But throw'ft them lower than thou didst exalt them high,
Too grievous for the trespass or omiffion;
Of Heathen and profane, their carcases
To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv'd;
With fickness and disease thou bow'ft them down,
In crude old age;
Though not difordinate, yet causless suff'ring
For oft alike both come to evil end.
So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, The image of thy flrength, and mighty minister. What do I beg? how haft thou dealt already? Behold him in this ftate calamitous, and turn His labors, for thou canft, to peaceful end.
But who is this, what thing of fea or land? 710
Female of sex it seems,
That fo bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
Of Javan or Gadire
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and ftreamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,