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And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love fhall ever fhine
About the fupreme Throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making fight alone, When once our Heav'nly-guided Soul shall climb, Then, all this Earthy grofness quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we fhall for ever fit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee,O [Time.
Upon the Circumcifion.
flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright
That erft with Mufick, and triumphant Song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So fweetly fung your Joy the Clouds along Through the foft filence of the list'ning night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can diftil no tear, Burn in your fighs, and borrow
Seas wept from our deep forrow:
He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whilear
Alas, how foon our fin
O more exceeding love or law more just?
Were loft in death, 'till he that dwelt above
And that great Cov'nant which we still tranfgrefs Intirely fatisfy'd,
And the full wrath befide
Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,
And feals obedience first with wounding smart
This day; but O ere long
Huge pangs and ftrong
Will pierce more near his heart.
At a folemn Mufick.
Left pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
Wed your divine founds, and mixt power employ
With Saintly shout, and folemn Jubilee,
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we foon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, 'till God ere long To his celestial confort us unite,
To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light.
Marchionefs of Winchefter.
HIS rich Marble doth enterr
The honour'd Wife of Winchefter, A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Befides what her Virtues fair
Added to her noble Birth,
More than she could own from Earth.
After so short time of breath,*
To houfe with darkness, and with death.
Yet had the number of her days
Her high birth, and her graces fweet,
But whether by mischance or blame