I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great reforts;

In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts: At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of thieves and murderers: there I him efpied, Who ftraight, Your fuit is granted, faid, and died.

11. Sepulchre.

BLESSED Body! whither art thou thrown?

No lodging for thee, but a cold hard ftone?
So many hearts on earth, and yet not one
Receive thee?

Sure there is room within our hearts good store; For they can lodge tranfgreffions by the score: Thousands of toys dwell there, yet out of door

They leave thee.

But that which fhews them large, fhews them unfit. Whatever fin did this pure rock commit,

Which holds thee now? Who hath indited it

Of murder?

Where our hard hearts have took up ftones to brain

thee,

And miffing this, most falsely did arraign thee;

Only these stones in quiet entertain thee,

And order.

And as of old, the Law by heavenly art
Was writ in ftone; fo thou, which also art
The letter of the word, find'ft no fit heart
To hold thee.

Yet do we still perfist as we began,

And so should perish, but that nothing can,
Though it be cold, hard, foul, from loving man

Withhold thee.

12. Eafter.

ISE heart; thy Lord is rifen. Sing his praise
Without delays,

Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise

With him mayst rise :

That, as his death calcined thee to duft,

His life may make thee gold, and much more, Just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part

With all thy art.

The cross taught all wood to refound his name
Who bore the fame.

His stretched finews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Confort both heart and lute, and twist a song

Pleasant and long:

Or fince all mufic is but three parts vied,

And multiplied;

O let thy bleffed Spirit bear a part,

And make up our defects with his sweet art.

I

GOT me flowers to ftrew thy way;

I got me boughs off many a tree :

But thou waft up by break of day,

And brought'ft thy fweets along with thee.

The Sun arifing in the East,

Though he give light, and the East perfume;

If they should offer to conteft

With thy arifing, they prefume.

Can there be any day but this,

Though many funs to shine endeavour ?
We count three hundred, but we miss:
There is but one, and that one ever.

EASTER

-WINGS.

13.

LORD, who createdft man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he loft the fame,
Decaying more and more,

Till he became
Most poor:

With thee

O let me rife

As Larks, harmoniously,

And fing this day thy victories: Then fhall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age

in forrow did begin:

And ftill with fickneffes and shame

Thou didst so punish fin,

That I became

Most thin.

With thee

Let me combine,

And feel this day thy victory,

For, if I imp my wing on thine, Affliction fhall advance the flight in me.

14. Holy Baptifm.

S he that fees a dark and fhady grove,
Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky;

So when I view my fins, mine eyes remove
More backward ftill, and to that water fly,

Which is above the heavens, whofe fpring and vent Is in my dear Redeemer's pierced fide.

O bleffed streams! either ye do prevent And stop our fins from growing thick and wide,

In

Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow. you Redemption measures all my time, And spreads the plafter equal to the crime: You taught the book of life my name, that so,

Whatever future fins fhould me mifcall,
Your first acquaintance might difcredit all.

15. Holy Baptism.

INCE, Lord, to thee

A narrow way and little gate

Is all the paffage, on my infancy
Thou didst lay hold, and antedate

My faith in me.