135. DOTAGE. FALSE glozing pleasures, casks of happinesse, Shadows well mounted, dreams in a career, True earnest sorrows, rooted miseries, Plain demonstrations, evident and cleare, But oh the folly of distracted men, Who griefs in earnest, joyes in jest pursue; 136. THE SONNE. LET forrain nations of their language boast, To parents' issue and the sunne's bright starre ! M Chasing the father's dimnesse, carried far From the first man in th' East, to fresh and new Western discov'ries of posteritie. So in one word our Lord's humilitie We turn upon him in a sense most true : My joy, my life, my crown! My heart was meaning all the day, And still it runneth mutt'ring up and down Yet slight not these few words; If truly said, they may take part The finenesse which a hymne or psalme affords, He who craves all the minde, Justly complains, that somewhat is behinde Whereas if th' heart be moved, As when th' heart sayes (sighing to be approved) 138. THE ANSWER. My comforts drop and melt away like snow : Scorns his first bed of dirt, and means the sky; Show me, and set me, I have one reply, 139. A DIALOGUE-ANTHEM. Christian, Death. Chr. ALAS, poore death! where is thy glorie? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? Dea. Alas, poore mortall, void of storie, Go spell and reade how I have kill'd thy King. Chr. Poore death! and who was hurt thereby? Thy curse being laid on him makes thee accurst. Dea. Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die ; These arms shall crush thee. Chr. Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better then before: Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more. 140. THE WATER-COURSE. THOU who dost dwell and linger here below, For who canlook for lesse, that loveth Life. Strife. But rather turn the pipe, and waters course Who gives to man, as he sees fit, Salvation. 141. SELF-CONDEMNATION. THOU who condemnest Jewish hate, For choosing Barabbas a murderer Before the Lord of glorie; Look back upon thine own estate, Call home thine eye (that busie wanderer) That choice may be thy storie. He that doth love, and love amisse This world's delights before true Christian joy, Hath made a Jewish choice: The world an ancient murderer is; Thousands of souls it hath and doth destroy With her enchanting voice. He that hath made a sorrie wedding Hath done what he condemnes in reading: Thus we prevent the last great day, And judge our selves. That light which sin and Did before dimme and choke, [passion When once those snuffes are ta'en away, Shines bright and cleare, ev'n unto condemnation, 142. BITTER-SWEET. Аí, my deare angrie Lord, Sure I will do the like. I will complain, yet praise; 143. THE GLANCE. WHEN first thy sweet and gracious eye Vouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and night To look upon me, who before did lie Weltring in sinne ; |