5. 30 Befriend me night best Patroness of grief, The leaves fhould all be black wheron I write, And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white. 6. See fee the Chariot, and those rushing wheels, 7. Mine eye hath found that fad Sepulchral rock For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, 8. Or fhould I thence hurried on viewles wing, 41 50 And I (for grief is easily beguild) Might think th'infection of my forrows loud, Had got a race of mourners on fom pregnant cloud. This Subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had, when he wrote it, and nothing fatisfi'd with what was begun, left it unfinisht. On Time. LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, And glut thy felf with what thy womb devours, So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd, And last of all thy greedy felf confum'd, Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With an individual kifs; And Joy shall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love fhall ever shine About the fupreme Throne Of him, t'whose happy-making fight alone, When once our heav'nly-guided foul shall clime, Then all this Earthy grofnefs quit, 20 Attir'd with Stars, we fhall for ever fit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time. Upon the Circumcifion. E flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, [Long That erft with Musick, and triumphant First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So fweetly fung your Joy the Clouds along Through the soft filence of the list'ning night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can diftill 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 ease; Sore doth begin His infancy to fease! O more exceeding love or law more just? Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above 10 20 And that great Cov'nant which we ftill tranfgrefs Intirely fatisfi'd, And the full wrath befide Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, Huge pangs and strong Wed Will pierce more near his heart. At a folemn Mufick. LEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, [and Vers, Sphear-born harmonious Sifters, Voice, your divine founds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce, And to our high-rais'd phantafie present, That undisturbed Song of pure concent, Ay fung before the faphire-colour'd throne To him that fits thereon 10 With Saintly shout, and folemn Jubily, Singing everlastingly; That we on Earth with undiscording voice Broke the fair mufick that all creatures made 21 To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd In first obedience, and their state of good. And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To live with him, and fing in endles morn of light. An Epitaph on the Marchionefs of HIS rich Marble doth enterr A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Befides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. After fo fhort time of breath, To house with darkness, and with death. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, 10 |