To fever the good fellowship of dust,

And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them, When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat To kifs those heaps, which now they have in trust? Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem And true defcent; that when thou shalt grow fat,

And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know,
That flesh is but the glass, which holds the duft
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into duft. Mark here below,
How tame these afhes are, how free from luft,
That thou mayft fit thyself against thy fall.

38. Church-Mufic.

WEETEST of fweets, I thank you: when difpleasure

Did through my body wound

my mind, You took me thence; and in your house of pleasure A dainty lodging me affign'd.

Now I in you without a body move,

Rifing and falling with your wings: We both together sweetly live and love,

Yet fay fometimes, God help poor Kings.

Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me,
Sure I fhall do fo, and much more:

But if I travel in your company,

You know the way to heaven's door.

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39. Church Lock

KNOW it is my fin, whi

And binds th

Out-crying my requests, drownin
Or else the chilnefs of my faint d

But as cold hands are angry with t

And mend it ftil

So I do lay the want of my defire,
Not on my fins, or coldnefs, but thy

Yet hear, O God, only for his blood's fa

Which pleads for me

For though fins plead too, yet like ftones the
His blood's fweet current much more loud to

40. The Church-Floor.

MARK

stone,

you the floor? that square and fpeckled

Which looks fo firm and ftrong,

Is Patience:

And the other black and grave, wherewith each one Is checker'd all along,

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39. Church Lock and Key.

KNOW it is my fin, which locks thine ears,
And binds thy hands!

Out-crying my requests, drowning my tears;
Or else the chilness of my faint demands.

But as cold hands are angry with the fire,

And mend it ftill;

So I do lay the want of

my defire,

Not on my fins, or coldness, but thy will.

Yet hear, O God, only for his blood's fake,
Which pleads for me:

For though fins plead too, yet like ftones they make
His blood's fweet current much more loud to be.

ENT 40. The Church-Floor.

M

ARK you the floor? that fquare and speckled stone,

Which looks fo firm and ftrong,

Is Patience:

And the other black and grave, wherewith each one Is checker'd all along,

Humility:

The gentle rifing, which on either hand
Leads to the Quire above,

Is Confidence:

But the sweet Cement, which in one fure band
Ties the whole frame, is Love

And Charity.

Hither fometimes Sin fteals, and stains

The Marble's neat and curious veins : But all is cleansed when the Marble weeps. Sometimes Death, puffing at the door,

Blows all the dust about the floor: but while he thinks to spoil the room, he sweeps. Bleft be the Architect, whose art Could build so strong in a weak heart.

41. The Windows.

ORD, how can man preach thy eternal word?
He is a brittle crazy glass :

Yet in thy Temple thou doft him afford
This glorious and tranfcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.

But when thou doft anneal in glass thy ftory,
Making thy life to shine within

The holy Preachers, then the light and glory

More reverend grows, and more doth win;
Which elfe shows waterish, bleak, and thin.