My God, what is a heart, As if that thou hadst nothing else to do? Indeed, man's whole estate Teach me thy love to know; That this new light, which now I see, May both the work and workman show: > Then by a sunbeam I will climb to thee. XXXV. SIN. O THAT I Could a sin once see! Sin is flat opposite to the Almighty, seeing But God more care of us hath had, By sight of sin we should grow mad. So devils are our sins in prospective. XXXVI. EVENSONG. BLEST be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone, Which to himself he did deny : For when he sees my ways, I die : But I have got his son, and he hath none. this day, What have I brought thee home I ran; but all I brought, was foam. Thy diet, care, and cost Do end in bubbles, balls of wind; Yet still thou goest on, And now with darkness closest weary eyes, Thus in thy Ebony box Put our amendment in our way, And give new wheels to our disorder'd clocks. I muse, which shows more love, The day or night; that is the gale, this the harbour; My God, thou art all love. Not one poor minute 'scapes thy breast, XXXVII. CHURCH MONUMENTS. WHILE that my soul repairs to her devotion, My body to the school, that it may learn To sever the good fellowship of dust, And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know, XXXVIII. CHURCH-MUSIC. SWEETEST of Sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence; and in your house of pleasure A dainty lodging me assign'd. Now I in you without a body move, Rising and falling with your wings: We both together sweetly live and love, Yet say sometimes, God help poor Kings. Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me, But if I travel in your company, You know the way to heaven's door. XXXIX. CHURCH LOCK AND KEY. I KNOW it is my sin, which locks thine ears, Out-crying my requests, drowning my tears; But as cold hands are angry with the fire, So I do lay the want of my desire, Not on my sins, or coldness, but thy will. Yet hear, O God, only for his blood's sake, For though sins plead too, yet like stones they make His blood's sweet current much more loud to be. XL. THE CHURCH-FLOOR. MARK you the floor? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong, Is Patience : And the other black and grave, wherewith each one Is checker'd all along, Humility: The gentle rising, which on either hand Leads to the quire above, Is Confidence: But the sweet cement, which in one sure band And Charity. Hither sometimes Sin steals, and stains The marble's neat and curious veins : But all is cleansed when the marble weeps. Sometimes Death, puffing at the door, |