Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.

Since then, my God, thou haft So brave a Palace built; O dwell in it, That it may dwell with thee at last! Till then, afford us fo much wit, That, as the world ferves us, we may ferve thee, And both thy fervants be.

Chor.

67. Antiphon.

RAISED be the God of love,

Men. Here below,

Angels. And here above:

Chor. Who hath dealt his mercies fo,

Ang. To his friend,

Men. And to his foe;

Chor. That both grace and glory tend
Ang. Us of old,

Men. And us in the end.

Chor. The great Shepherd of the fold

Ang. Us did make,

Men. For us was fold.

Chor. He our foes in pieces brake:
Ang. Him we touch;

Men. And him we take.

Chor. Wherefore fince that he is fuch,
Ang. We adore,

Men. And we do crouch.

Chor. Lord, thy praises shall be more.
Men. We have none,

Ang. And we no store.

Chor. Praised be the God alone

Who hath made of two folds one.

68. Unkindness.

ORD, make me coy and tender to offend :
In friendship, first I think, if that agree,
Which I intend,

Unto my friend's intent and end.
I would not use a friend, as I use Thee.

If any touch my friend, or his good name,
honour and my love to free
His blafted fame

It is my

From the least spot or thought of blame. I could not use a friend, as I use Thee.

My friend may spit upon my curious floor :
Would he have gold? I lend it instantly;
But let the poor,

And thou within them starve at door.
I cannot use a friend, as I use Thee.

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When that my friend pretendeth to a place,
I quit my intereft, and leave it free:

But when thy grace

Sues for my heart, I thee displace; Nor would I use a friend, as I use Thee.

Yet can a friend what thou haft done fulfil?
O write in brafs, My God upon a tree

His blood did fpill,

Only to purchase my good will: Yet use I not my foes, as I ufe Thee.

69. Life.

MADE a pofy, while the day ran by :

Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie

My life within this band.

But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,

And wither'd in my hand.

My hand was next to them, and then my heart; I took, without more thinking, in good part

Time's gentle admonition; Who did fo fweetly death's fad taste convey,

Making my mind to smell my fatal day,

Yet fugaring the fufpicion.

Farewell, dear flowers, fweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,

And after death for cures.

I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my scent be good, I care not if

It be as fhort as yours.

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70. Submiffion.

UT that thou art my wisdom, Lord,
And both mine eyes are thine,

My mind would be extremely stirr'd
For miffing my design.

Were it not better to bestow

Some place and power on me?

Then should thy praises with me grow,
And share in my degree.

But when I thus difpute and grieve,
I do refume my fight;

And pilfering what I once did give,
Diffeize thee of thy right.

How know I, if thou shouldst me raise,
That I should then raise thee?

Perhaps great places and thy praise
Do not fo well agree.

Wherefore unto my gift I ftand;
I will no more advise:

Only do thou lend me a hand,
Since thou haft both mine eyes.

71. Juftice.

CANNOT skill of these thy ways:

Lord, thou didst make me, yet thou woundest me: Lord, thou doft wound me, yet thou doft relieve me : Lord, thou relieveft, yet I die by thee:

Lord, thou doft kill me, yet thou doft reprieve me.

But when I mark my life and praise,
Thy justice me most fitly pays :
For I do praise thee, yet I praife thee not:
My prayers mean thee, yet my prayers stray :
I would do well, yet fin the hand hath got:
My foul doth love thee, yet it loves delay.
I cannot skill of these my ways.

72. Charms and Knots.

HO read a Chapter when they rife, Shall ne'er be troubled with ill eyes.

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poor man's rod, when thou doft ride, Is both a weapon and a guide.