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LY,
envious Time, till

thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummet's pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours ;
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross ;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou haft entomb'd,
And laft of all thy greedy self consum’d,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss,
And joy shall overtake us as a flood ;
When every thing, that is fincerely good,
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t’whose happy-making fight alone,
When once our Heay'nly-guided Soul shall climb,
Then all this Earthy grosiness quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever fit,

Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time,

Upon the Circumcision.

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E flaming Pow'rs, and Winged Warriours-bright,,

That erst with Mufick, and triumphant Song,
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your Joy the clouds along
Through the loft filence of the lift'ning night;
Now mourn,

and if fad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear,,

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Seas wept from our deep forrow
He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere

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Enter'd the World, now bleeds to give us ease;
Alas, how soon our fin
Sore doth begin
His Infancy to seize!..

trie 11 O more exceeding love, or law more juft? Just law indeed, but more exceeding-love; For we by rightful doom remediless Were lost in Death, till he that dwelt above: High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frail duft Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness; And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress: Intirely satisfi'd, And the full wrath befide Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day : but oh! ere long Huge pargs and strong

Will pierce more near his heart.

At a folemn Mufick.

Left pair of Sirens, pledges of Heay'n's joy,

Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verses. Wed your divine founts, and mixt pow'r employ; 9.avi Deid things with imbreath'd sense able to pierce, 11 And to our high-rais'd phantafie present That undifturbed Song of pure content, Ay fung, before the fpbire colour'd throne To him, that fits thereon, With Saintly shout, and folemn Jubilee, Where the bright Seraphim in burning row. Their loud up-lifted Angel-trumpets blow,

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And the Cherubic host in thousand Choirs no personal
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, .9.6
With those juft Spirits, that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise ; insi
As once we did, till disproportion'd fin studio
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair Musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion (way'd
In perfect Diapafon, whilft they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we foon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To his celestial confort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light,

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An Epitaph

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The honour'd Wife of Wierbefter:
A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Besides what her Virtues fair
Added to her 'noble Birth,
More than the could own from Eirth. !
Summers three times eight save one.
She had told, alas! too foon,
Aster so short time of breath,
To house with dark nefs, and with death:
Yet had the number of her days
Been as compleat as her praise,
Nature and fate had tad no strife
In giving limit to her life. so ist wol 3:21)

Her

Her high birth, and her graces sweet,
Quickly found a lover meet's
The Virgin choir for her request
The God, that fits at marriage-feaft;
He at their invoking came,
But with a scarce-well-lighted flame ;
And in his Garland as he stood,
Ye might discern a Cypress bud.
Once had the early Matrons run
To greet her of a lovely Son,
And now with fecond hope she goes,
And calls Lucina to her throws ;
But, whether by mischance or blame,
Atropos for Lucina came;
And with remorseless cruelty
Spoild at once both fruit and tree:
The haplefs babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth ;
And the languisht Mother's womb
Was not long a living Tomb.
So have I seen fome tender flip
Sav'd with care from Winter's nip,
The pride of her carnation train,
Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,
Who only thought to crop the flower:
New shot up from vernal shower;
But the fair bloffum hangs the head.
Side-ways, as on a dying bed,
And chofe Pearls of dew she wears,
Prove to be presaging tears,
Which the fad morn had let fall
On her haft'ning Funeral.
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have ;
After this thy travel fore,
Sweet reft seize thee evermore,
That, to give the world encrease,
Shortned haft thy own life's leafe.

Here,

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Hers, tesides the forrowing
That thy noble House doth bring,
Here be tears of perfect moan,
Wept for thee in Helicon,
And fome Flowers, and some bays,
For thy Herse, to strew the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy virtuous nome;
Whilst thou, bright Saint, high fit'st in glory,
Next her, much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian Shepherdess,
Who after years of barrenness,
The highly favour'd Iofeph bore
- To him, that serv'd for her before ;
And at her next birth, much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the bosom bright
Of blazing Majesty and Light:
There with thee, new welcome Saint,
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No Marchioness, but now a Queen.

SONG. On May Morning,

ow the bright Morning Star, Day's harbinger, NO

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The Flow'ry May; who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that doft inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and Groves are of thy Dressing,

Hill and Dale doth boast thy blefling.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and with thee long,

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