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There doth my soul in holy vision fit
For sure so well instructed are my tears,
Might think th'infection of my sorrows loud,
cloud. This Subject the Author finding to be above the years
he had, when he wrote it, and nothing Satisfy'd pith what was begun, left it unfinisht.
LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, whose speed is but the heavy Blummets pace; And glüt thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
25.63 $151 152 1532 So little is thy gain.
'l» how 9H For when as each thing bad thou hast entombia, And laft of all thy greedy self consum'd, Then long Ecernity shall greet our bliss With an individual kiss; And Joy thall overtake us as a flood, When every ching that is fincerely good, And perfeâly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love fall ever thine About the supreme Throne Of him, t'whose happy-making fight alone,
4 When once our Heav'nly-guided Soul Wall climes to I Then all this Earthy grosness quit,
33 Attir'd with Stars, we fall for ever fit,
[Time. i Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, o
Upon the Circumcision.
Y faming Powers
Poems on several Occasions.
Bu da 2233 W Burn in your sighs, and borrow
soilo je v Seas wept from our deep Corrow,
: He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whilear Enser?d the World, now bleeds to give us eases
icoli 23 Alas, how soon our fin
2 103 Sore doth begin His Infancy to sease!
of EINT O more exceeding love of law more juft?
ali di Just law indeed, buť more exceeding love!
EN SUA For we by righrfal doom remediless
4, 12W Were loft in death, tili he that dwelt above High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frait dus Emptied his glory, ey'n to nakedness;
inside And that gieat Cov'nant which we still transgress Intirely fatisfied, And the full wrath befide Of vengefal Justice bore for our excess, And Teals obedience first with wounding smart This day, but o ere long Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more near his heart.
At a fobenin Mufick.
Left pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verre, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd fenre able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd phantasie present
E P I T A P H
Marchionefs of Winchester.
HIS rich Marble' dotli enter
The honour'd Wife of Winchester,