Or if hereafter any of my friends
Will use me in this kind, the door
Shall still be open; what he fends
I will present, and somewhat more,
Not to his hurt. Sighs will convey
Anything to me. Hark despair, away.

121. The Jews.

OOR nation, whose sweet sap, and juice Our scions have purloin'd, and left you dry: Whose streams we got by the Apostles' fluice, And use in baptism, while ye pine and die: Who by not keeping once, became a debtor; And now by keeping lose the letter:

O that my prayers! mine, alas!

O that fome Angel might a trumpet found:
At which the Church falling upon her face
Should cry fo loud, until the trump were drown'd,
And by that
cry of her dear Lord obtain,

That your sweet fap might come again!

122. The Collar.

STRUCK the board, and cried, No more;
I will abroad.

What? fhall I ever figh and pine?

My lines and life are free; free as the road,

Loose as the wind, as large as store.

Shall I be ftill in fuit?

Have I no harvest but a thorn

To let me blood, and not restore

What I have loft with Cordial fruit?

Sure there was wine,

Before my fighs did dry it: there was corn,
Before my tears did drown it.

Is the year only loft to me?

Have I no bays to crown it?

No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
All wafted?

Not fo, my heart: but there' is fruit,

And thou haft hands.

Recover all thy figh-blown age

On double pleasures: leave thy cold difpute
Of what is fit, and not: forsake thy cage,

Thy rope of fands,

Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw,

And be thy law,

While thou didst wink and wouldft not fee.

Away; take heed:

I will abroad.

Call in thy death's-head there: tie up thy fears.

He that forbears

To fuit and ferve his need,

Deferves his load.

But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,

Methought I heard one calling, Child:

And I replied, My Lord.

123. The Glimpse.

HITHER away delight?

Thou cameft but now; wilt thou fo foon depart,
And give me up to night?

For many weeks of lingering pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?

Methinks delight should have

More skill in mufic, and keep better time.
Wert thou a wind or wave,

They quickly go and come with leffer crime:
Flowers look about, and die not in their prime.

Thy short abode and stay

Feeds not, but adds to the defire of meat.
Lime begg'd of old (they fay)

A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat;
Which by the spring's accefs. grew much more great.

Pick'd here and there a crumb, and would not die;

But conftant to his part,

When as my fears foretold this, did reply,
A flender thread a gentle guest will tie.

Yet if the heart that wept

Muft let thee go, return when it doth knock.
Although thy heap be kept

For future times, the droppings of the stock
› May oft break forth, and never break the lock.

If I have more to spin,

The wheel shall go, so that thy stay be short.
Thou know'st how grief and fin

Disturb the work. O make me not their sport,
Who by thy coming may be made a Court!

124. Affurance.

SPITEFUL bitter thought!

Bitterly fpiteful thought! Couldst thou invent
So high a torture? Is fuch poison bought?
Doubtless, but in the way of punishment,

When wit contrives to meet with thee,
No such rank poison can there be.

Thou faid'ft but even now,

That all was not so fair, as I conceived,
Betwixt my God and me; that I allow

And coin large hopes; but, that I was deceived:
Either the league was broke, or near it;
And, that I had great cause to fear it.

And what to this? What more

Could poifon, if it had a tongue, express?
What is thy aim? Wouldst thou unlock the door
To cold despairs, and gnawing pensiveness?

Wouldst thou raise devils? I fee, I know,
I writ thy purpose long ago.

But I will to my Father,

Who heard thee fay it. O most gracious Lord,
If all the hope and comfort that I gather,
Were from myself, I had not half a word,
Not half a letter to oppose
What is objected by my foes.

But thou art my defert:

And in this League, which now my foes invade,
Thou art not only to perform thy part,
But also mine; as when the league was made,
Thou didst at once thyself indite,

And hold my hand, while I did write.

Wherefore if thou canft fail,

Then can thy truth and I: but while rocks ftand,
And rivers ftir, thou canst not fhrink or quail :
Yea, when both rocks and all things shall disband,
Then shalt thou be my rock and tower,
And make their ruin praise thy power.

Now, foolish thought, go on, Spin out thy thread, and make thereof a coat To hide thy shame: for thou hast cast a bone, Which bounds on thee, and will not down thy throat. What for itself love once began,

Now love and truth will end in man.

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