For us the winds do blow;

The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains

flow.

Nothing we see but means our good,
As our delight, or as our treasure:
The whole is, either our cupboard of food,
Or cabinet of pleasure.

The stars have us to bed;

Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws:

Music and light attend our head.
All things unto our flesh are kind
In their descent and being; to our mind
In their ascent and cause.

Each thing is full of duty:

Waters united are our navigation;

Distinguished, our habitation;

Below, our drink; above, our meat:

Both are our cleanliness. Hath one such beauty? Then how are all things neat!

More servants wait on Man

Than he 'll take notice of: in every path

He treads down that which doth befriend

him,

When sickness makes him pale and wan.

Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.

Since then, my God, Thou hast

So brave a palace built; O dwell in it,
That it may dwell with Thee at last!

Till then, afford us so much wit,

That, as the world serves us, we may serve Thee, And both Thy servants be.

ANTIPHON.

CHOR. PRAISED be the God of love,
MEN. Here below,

ANGELS. And here above;

CHOR. Who hath dealt His mercies so,
ANG. To His friend,

MEN. And to His foe;

CHOR. That both grace and glory tend
ANG. Us of old,

MEN. And us in the end.

CHOR. The great Shepherd of the fold

ANG. Us did make,

MEN. For us was sold.

CHOR. He our foes in pieces brake:

ANG. Him we touch;

MEN. And Him we take.

CHOR. Wherefore since that He is such,

ANG. We adore,

MEN. And we do crouch.

CHOR. Lord, Thy praises shall be more.

MEN. We have none,

ANG. And we no store.

CHOR. Praised be the God alone

Who hath made of two folds one.

UNKINDNESS.

LORD, make me coy and tender to offend :
In friendship first, I think, if that agree,

Unto my

Which I intend,

friend's intent and end.

I would not use a friend as I use Thee.

If

any touch my friend, or his good name, It is my honor and my love to free

His blasted fame

From the least spot or thought of blame. I could not use a friend as I use Thee.

My friend may spit upon my curious floor:
Would he have gold? I lend it instantly;
But let the poor,

And Thou within them, starve at door.

I cannot use a friend as I use Thee.

When that my friend pretendeth to a place,
I quit my interest, and leave it free:

But when Thy grace

Sues for my heart, I Thee displace; Nor would I use a friend as I use Thee.

Yet can a friend what Thou hast done fulfil?
O write in brass, "My God upon a tree
His blood did spill,

Only to purchase my good-will:
Yet use I not my foes as I use Thee."

LIFE.

I MADE a posy, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.

But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,

And wither'd in my hand.

My hand was next to them, and then my heart; I took, without more thinking, in good part

Time's gentle admonition;

Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey,
Making my mind to smell my fatal day,

Yet sugaring the suspicion.

Farewell, dear flowers, sweetly your time ye

spent,

Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,

And after death for cures.

I follow straight without complaints or grief,

Since if my scent be good, I care not if
It be as short as yours.

SUBMISSION.

BUT that Thou art my wisdom, Lord,
And both mine eyes are Thine,
My mind would be extremely stirr'd
For missing my design.

Were it not better to bestow

Some place and power on me? Then should Thy praises with me grow, And share in my degree.

But when I thus dispute and grieve,
I do resume my sight;
And pilfering what I once did give,
Disseize Thee of Thy right.

How know I, if Thou shouldst me raise,
That I should then raise Thee?
Perhaps great places and Thy praise
Do not so well agree.

Wherefore unto my gift I stand;
I will no more advise: