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And as all finite things seeke infinite,
fell, Knew more than we did, euen their own made
Which crafty oddes made vs those clouds imbrace,
Sinne, then we knew thee not, and could not hate;
When thou hast thus misled humanity,
And in thy flesh make bold to fashion it?
Who therefore censures God with fleshly sp’rit, As well in Time may wrap vp Infinite.
Against thy prophets and thy holy men
Prophan'd thy name, thy worship ouerthrowne,
And made thee, liuing Lord, a God vnknowne.
Impiety, O Lord, sits on thy throne,
; That sensuall, vnsatiable, vast wombe Of thy seene Church thy unseene Church
disgraceth: There liues no truth with them that seem thine
owne, Which makes thee, liuing Lord, a God vn
knowne. Yet vnto thee, Lord, (mirrour of transgression) Wee, who for earthly idols haue forsaken Thy heauenly Image, (sinlesse pure impression) And so in nets of vanity lye taken ;
All desolate, implore that to thine owne,
Lord, thou no longer liue a God vnknowne. Yet, Lord, let Israel's plagues be not eternall, Nor sinne for euer cloud thy sacred mountaines ; Nor with false flames, spirituall but infernall, Dry vp thy mercies euer-springing fountaines :
Rather, sweete Jesus, fill vp time, and come, To yeeld the sinne her euerlasting doome.
SIR JOHN HARINGTON.
That dewly worke to doe his will :
His howse, his heires, shall prosper still. With plenty God shall blesse his store,
And stay his state, that loveth right: Yf darkenes come, yet evermore
The Lord shall lend him happy light. His love, his mercie, hee bestowes
On him that saves the poore from wrong, And gives, and lends, and kindnes shewes,
Yet still discreetly guides his tongue. His memorie shall ever bide ;
Yea, though in grave his bones be layd, His foote shall never fayle or slyde;
No news shall make his hart affrayd. He putts in God assured trust;
And trusting so, hee doth suppose They need not shrink whose cause is just
He shall prevayle against his foes. Hee doth in hast, but not in wast,
His goods disperse to such as need; His righteousness shall ever last,
His praise and honor shall exceed. The wicked man, when he this seeth, That God the good doth love and cherish,
for griefe and gnash his teeth— His wicked thoughts with him shall perish.
O Sion, when on thee we think;
On trees along the river's brink:
As once you song at anie hand:
Jehovah's songs in strangers' land ?
Let to my roofe my tongue be glew'd,
Lord, think on Edom's race so rude, That thus that daie did whet this nation, Root up, root up her strong foundation.
THE MOST EXCELLENT SONG, WHICH
BETWEENE CHRIST AND HIS CHURCH, CONTAINING
The Fift Chapter.
Loe, I am present now!
That in aboundance growe.
I haue refresht me here:
With harty friendly cheare.
It seemes to you I lay,
Methinkes I heare him say:
My loue, my heart's delight,
With drizling drops of night.
Then may I not doo so;
So white as any snow?