87. Jefu.

ESU is in my heart, his facred name
Is deeply carved there: but the other week
A great affliction broke the little frame,
E'en all to pieces; which I went to seek:
And first I found the corner where was J,
After, where ES, and next where U was graved.
When I had got these parcels, instantly

I fat me down to spell them, and perceived
That to my broken heart he was I ease you,
And to my whole is JESU.

88. Business.

ANST be idle? canft thou play,
Foolish foul who finn'd to day?

Rivers run, and springs each one
Know their home, and get them gone :
Haft thou tears, or haft thou none?

If, poor foul, thou haft no tears,
Would thou hadft no faults or fears!
Who hath thefe, thofe ills forbears.

Winds still work: it is their plot,
Be the season cold, or hot:

Haft thou fighs, or haft thou not?

If thou haft no fighs or groans,
Would thou hadft no flesh and bones!
Leffer pains scape greater ones.

But if yet thou idle be,

Foolish foul, Who died for thee?

Who did leave his Father's throne,
To affume thy flesh and bone?
Had he life, or had he none ?

If he had not lived for thee,
Thou hadst died moft wretchedly;
And two deaths had been thy fee.

He so far thy good did plot,
That his own self he forgot.
Did he die, or did he not?

If he had not died for thee,
Thou hadst lived in mifery.

Two lives worse than ten deaths be.

And hath any space of breath

"Twixt his fins and Saviour's death?

He that lofeth Gold, though drofs,
Tells to all he meets, his cross :
He that fins, hath he no lofs?

He that finds a filver vein,

Thinks on it, and thinks again :

Brings thy Saviour's death no gain?

Who in heart not ever kneels,
Neither fin nor Saviour feels.

89. Dialogue.

WEETEST Saviour, if my foul
Were but worth the having,

Quickly fhould I then control
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To thy wretch so full of stains
What delight or hope remains?

What (Child), is the balance thine? Thine the poife and measure?

If I fay thou shalt be mine,

Finger not my treasure.

What the gains in having thee

Do amount to, only he,

Who for man was fold, can fee,
That transferr'd the accounts to me.

But as I can see no merit,
Leading to this favour :

So the way to fit me for it,
Is beyond my favour.

As the reason then is thine ;
So the way is none of mine:
I disclaim the whole design:
Sin disclaims and I refign.

That is all, if that I could
Get without repining;
my clay my creature would

And

Follow

my refigning:

That as I did freely part

With my glory and defert,

Left all joys to feel all smart

Ah! no more: thou break'ft my heart.

90. Dulness.

HY do I languish thus, drooping and dull,

As if I were all earth?

O give me quickness, that I may with mirth
Praise thee brimful!

The wanton lover in a curious ftrain
Can praise his fairest fair;

And with quaint metaphors her curled hair
Curl o'er again :

Thou art my loveliness, my life, my light,
Beauty alone to me:

Thy bloody death and undeserved, makes thee
Pure red and white.

When all perfections as but one appear,

That those thy form doth fhow,

The very duft, where thou doft tread and
Makes beauties here;

go

Where are my lines then? my approaches? views?

Where are my

window-Songs?

Lovers are still pretending, and e'en wrongs

Sharpen their Muse.

But I am loft in flesh, whofe fugar'd lies
Still mock me, and grow bold:

Sure thou didst put a mind there, if I could
Find where it lies.

Lord, clear thy gift, that with a constant wit
I may but look towards thee:
Look only; for to love thee, who can be,
What angel, fit?

91. Love-Joy.

S on a window late I caft mine eye,
I saw a vine drop grapes with J and C
Anneal'd on every bunch. One standing by
Afk'd what it meant. I (who am never loth