O let me ftill Write thee great God, and me a child: Let me be foft and fupple to thy will, Small to myself, to others mild, Behither ill. Although by stealth My flesh get on; yet let her fifter My foul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth: The growth of flesh is but a blister; Childhood is health. 16. Nature. ULL of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou haft ought to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art To captivate ftrong holds to thee. If thou shalt let this venom lurk, And thence by kind Making thy workmanship deceit. O fmooth my rugged heart, and there Or make a new one, fince the old Is fapless grown, And a much fitter ftone To hide my duft, than thee to hold. 曆 17. Sin. ORD, with what care haft thou begirt us round! Parents first feafon us: then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy meffengers, Pulpits and fundays, forrow dogging fin, Bleffings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The found of glory ringing in our ears; Without, our fhame; within, our confciences; Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole array CHEN firft thou didst entice to thee my So many joys I writ down for my part, Out of my stock of natural delights, I looked on thy furniture so fine, And made it fine to me; Thy glorious household-stuff did me entwine, heart, Such ftars I counted mine: both heaven and earth Paid me my wages in a world of mirth. What pleasures could I want, whose King I served, Thus argued into hopes, my thoughts reserved Therefore my fudden foul caught at the place, And made her youth and fierceness seek thy face: At first thou gavest me milk and sweetnesses; my My days were ftrew'd with flowers and happiness; But with my years forrow did twift and grow, My flesh began unto my foul in pain, Confuming agues dwell in every vein, And tune my breath to groans: Sorrow was all my foul; I fcarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived. When I got health, thou took'ft away my life, Thus thin and lean without a fence or friend, Whereas my birth and spirit rather took The way that takes the town; I was entangled in the world of ftrife, Yet, for I threaten'd oft the fiege to raise, Thou often didst with Academic praise Melt and diffolve my rage. I took thy fweeten'd pill, till I came near; Yet left perchance I should too happy be Turning my purge to food, thou throwest me Into more fickneffes. Thus doth thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me I read, and figh, and wish I were a tree; To fruit or shade: at least fome bird would truft Yet, though thou troublest me, I must be meek ; Well, I will change the service, and go Some other Master out. feek Ah, my dear God! though I am clean forgot, 19. Repentance. ORD, I confefs my fin is great; Whose life still preffing Is one undreffing, A steady aiming at a tomb. Man's age is two hours' work, or three; Each day doth round about us see. |