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And I (for grief is easily beguild)
Might think th'infection of my sorrows loud, , Had got a race of mourners on som pregnant cloud. This Subje&t the Author finding to be above the
yeers he had, when he wrote it, and nothing satisfid with what was begun, left it unfinisht.
LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Then all this Earthy grosness quit,
Upon the Circumcision.
E flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,
[song That erst with Musick, and triumphant First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along Through the soft silence of the liftning night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distill no tear, Burn in your sighs, 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; Alas, how soon our sin Sore doth begin
His infancy to sease! O more exceeding love or law more just? Just law indeed, but more exceeding love ! For we by rightful doom remediles Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above High thron’d in secret bliss, for us frail duft Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes; And that great Cov’nant which we still transgress Intirely satisfi'd,
And the full wrath beside
Will pierce more near his heart.
At a solemn Musick.
LEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
[and Vers, Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce, And to our high-rais'd phantasie present, That undisturbed Song of
pure concent, Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne To him that fits thereon With Saintly shout, and solemn 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 devout and holy Psalms Singing everlastingly; That we on Earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd fin Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair musick that all creatures made 21
An Epitaph on the Marchioness of
HIS rich Marble doth enterr
A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,
He at their invoking came
greet her of a lovely son,
from vernal showr;