IDENTIFIL$$ F15700G|SecAn|1669|sigs.P8-Q7v,pp.223-38 (CtY,KyU,L,TxLT)/P:MEL/(TxAM)/1-18-07/c:pvf/28-05-08 157.00G.HE1 %9OF THE%0 /P#R#O#G#R#E#S#S /%9OF THE SOUL%0. [P8] 157.00G.HE2 %1The second Anniversary%2. 157.00G.001 N%+Othing could make me sooner to confess 157.00G.001M om 157.00G.002 That this world had an everlastingness, 157.00G.003 Then to consider that a year is run, 157.00G.004 Since both this lower worlds, and the Suns Sun, 157.00G.005 The lustre and the vigour of this all 157.00G.006 Did set; 'twere blasphemy to say, did fall. 157.00G.007 But as a ship which hath strook sail doth run 157.00G.008 By force of that force which before it won: 157.00G.009 Or as sometimes in a beheaded man, 157.00G.010 Though at those two Red seas, which freely ran, 157.00G.011 One from the Trunk, another from the Head, 157.00G.012 His soul be sail'd, to her eternal bed, 157.00G.013 His eyes will twinkle, and his tongue will roul, 157.00G.014 As though he beckned and call'd back his soul, 157.00G.015 He grasps his hands, and he pulls up his feet, 157.00G.016 And seems to reach, and to step forth to meet 157.00G.017 His soul; when all these motions which we saw, 157.00G.018 Are but as Ice, which crackles at a thaw: 157.00G.019 Or as a Lute, which in moist weather, rings 157.00G.020 Her knel alone, by cracking of her strings. 157.00G.021 So struggles this dead world, now she is gone: 157.00G.022 For there is motion in corruption. [CW:As] 157.00G.023 As some daies are, at the Creation nam'd, [P8v] 157.00G.024 Before the Sun, the which fram'd dayes, was fram'd: 157.00G.025 So after this Sun's set, some shew appears, 157.00G.026 And orderly vicissitude of years. 157.00G.027 Yet a new deluge, and of %1Lethe%2 flood, 157.00G.028 Hath drown'd us all, All have forgot all good, 157.00G.029 Forgetting her, the main reserve of all; 157.00G.030 Yet in this deluge, gross and general, 157.00G.031 Thou seeest me strive for life; my life shall be, 157.00G.032 To be hereafter prais'd for praising thee, 157.00G.033 Immortal Maid, who though thou wouldst refuse 157.00G.034 The name of mother, be unto my Muse 157.00G.035 A Father, since her chast ambition is 157.00G.036 Yearly to bring forth such a child as this. 157.00G.037 These Hymnes may work on future wits, and so 157.00G.038 May great Grand-children of thy praises grow. 157.00G.039 And so, though not revive, embalm and spice 157.00G.040 The world, which else would putrifie with vice. 157.00G.041 For thus, Man may extend thy progeny, 157.00G.042 Until man do but vanish, and not dy. 157.00G.043 These Hymnes thy issue may increase so long, 157.00G.044 As till Gods great %1Venite%2 change the song. 157.00G.045 Thirst for that time, O my insatiate soul, 157.00G.045M om 157.00G.046 And serve thy thirst with God's safe#sealing Bowl. 157.00G.047 Be thirsty still, and drink still till thou go 157.00G.048 To th'#only Health, to be Hydroptique so, 157.00G.049 Forget this rotten world; And unto thee 157.00G.050 Let thine own times as an old story be, 157.00G.051 Be not concern'd: study not why or when; 157.00G.052 Do not so much as not believe a man. 157.00G.053 For though to erre, be worst, to try truths forth 157.00G.054 Is far more business than this world is worth. 157.00G.055 The world is but a carcass; thou art fed 157.00G.056 By it, but as a worm that carcass bred; [CW:And] 157.00G.057 And why should'st thou poor worm, consider more [Q1] 157.00G.058 When this world will grow better than before. 157.00G.059 Then those thy fellow worms do think upon 157.00G.060 That carkasses last resurrection; 157.00G.061 Forget this world, and scarce think of it so, 157.00G.062 As of old clothes, cast off a year ago. 157.00G.063 To be thus stupid is Alacrity; 157.00G.064 Men thus Lethargique have best memory. 157.00G.065 Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state 157.00G.066 We now lament not, but congratulate. 157.00G.067 She, to whom all this world was but a stage, 157.00G.068 Where all sate harkning how her youthful age 157.00G.069 Should be imploy'd, because in all she did, 157.00G.070 Some figure of the golden times was hid. 157.00G.071 Who could not lack, what e'r this world could give, 157.00G.072 Because she was the form that made it live; 157.00G.073 Nor could complain that this world was unfit 157.00G.074 To be staid in, than when she was in it. 157.00G.075 She that first try'd indifferent desires 157.00G.076 By vertue, and vertue by religious fires. 157.00G.077 She to whose person Paradise adhear'd, 157.00G.078 As Courts to Princes; she whose eyes ensphear'd 157.00G.079 Star-light enough, t'have made the South controul 157.00G.080 (Had she been there) the Star-ful Northern Pole, 157.00G.081 She, she is goneshe's; gone: when thou know'st this, 157.00G.082 What fragmentary rubbidge this world is 157.00G.083 Thou knowst, and that it is not worth a thought; 157.00G.084 He honours it too much that thinks it nought. 157.00G.085 Think then, my soul, that death is but a groom, 157.00G.085M om 157.00G.086 Which brings a Tapour to the outward room, 157.00G.087 Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light, 157.00G.088 And after brings it nearer to thy sight: 157.00G.089 For such approaches doth heaven make in death. 157.00G.090 Think thy self labouring now with broken breath, [CW:And] 157.00G.091 And think those broken and soft notes to be [Q1v] 157.00G.092 Division, and thy happiest Harmony. 157.00G.093 Think thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slack; 157.00G.094 And think that but unbinding of a pack, 157.00G.095 To take one precious thing, thy soul from thence. 157.00G.096 Think thy self parch'd with feavers violence, 157.00G.097 Anger thine ague more, by calling it 157.00G.098 Thy Physick; chide the slackness of the fit. 157.00G.099 Think that thou hear'st thy knell, and think no more, 157.00G.100 But that, as Bells call'd thee to Church before, 157.00G.101 So, this to the Triumphant Church calls thee. 157.00G.102 Think Satan's Sergeants round about thee be, 157.00G.103 And think that but for Legacies they trust; 157.00G.104 Give one thy Pride, to#'nother give thy Lust: 157.00G.105 Give them those sins which they gave thee before, 157.00G.106 And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score. 157.00G.107 Think thy friends weeping round, and think that they 157.00G.108 Weep but because they goe not yet thy way. 157.00G.109 Think that they close thine eyes, and think in this, 157.00G.110 That they confess much in the world, amiss, 157.00G.111 Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that, 157.00G.112 Which they from God and Angels cover not. 157.00G.113 Think that they shroud thee up, and think from thence 157.00G.114 They re-invest thee in white innocence.(TxLT,CtY,Matt)%~%^(TxAM,KuY,L) 157.00G.115 Think that thy body rots, and (if so low, 157.00G.116 Thy soul exalted so, thy thoughts can goe.) 157.00G.117 Think thee a Prince, who of themselves create 157.00G.118 Worms, which insensibly devour their state: 157.00G.119 Think that they bury thee, and think that right 157.00G.120 Layes thee to sleep but a Saint Lucies night. 157.00G.121 Think these things cheerfully, and if thou be 157.00G.122 Drowsie or slack, remember then that she, 157.00G.123 She whose complexion was so even made, 157.00G.124 That which of her ingredients should invade [CW:The] 157.00G.125 The other three, no Fear, no Art could guess: [Q2] 157.00G.126 So far were all remov'd from more or less. 157.00G.127 But as in Mithridate, or just perfumes, 157.00G.128 Where all good things b'ing met, no one presumes 157.00G.129 To govern, or to triumph on the rest, 157.00G.130 Onely because all were, no part was best. 157.00G.131 And as though all do know, that quantities 157.00G.132 Are made of lines, and lines from points arise, 157.00G.133 None can these lines or quantities unjoynt, 157.00G.134 And say, this is a line, or this a point: 157.00G.135 So though the Elements and humours were 157.00G.136 In her, one could not say, this governs there, 157.00G.137 Whose even constitution might have won 157.00G.138 Any disease to venture on the Sun, 157.00G.139 Rather than her; and make a spirit fear, 157.00G.140 That he too disuniting subject were. 157.00G.141 To whose proportions if we would compare 157.00G.142 Cubes, th'#are unstable; Circles, Angular; 157.00G.143 She who was such a chain as Fate employes 157.00G.144 To bring Mankind all Fortunes it enjoyes: 157.00G.145 So fast, so even wrought, as one would think, 157.00G.146 No accident could threaten any link; 157.00G.147 She, she embrac'd a sickness, gave it meat, 157.00G.148 The purest blood, and breath, that e'r it eat; 157.00G.149 And hath taught us, that though a good man hath 157.00G.150 Title to heaven, and plead it by his Faith, 157.00G.151 And though he may pretend a conquest, since 157.00G.152 Heaven was content to suffer violence, 157.00G.153 Yea though he plead a long possession too, 157.00G.154 (For they are in heaven on earth whose heavens works do) 157.00G.155 Though he had right and power and place, before, 157.00G.156 Yet death must usher and unlock the dore; 157.00G.157 Think further on thy self, my Soul, and think 157.00G.157M om 157.00G.158 How thou at first wast made but in a sink; [CW:Think] 157.00G.159 Think that it argued some infirmity, [Q2v] 157.00G.160 That those two souls, which then thou foundst in me 157.00G.161 Thou fedst upon, and drew'st into thee both 157.00G.162 My second soul of sense, and first of growth. 157.00G.163 Think but how poor thou wast, how obnoxious; 157.00G.164 Whom a small lump of flesh could poison thus. 157.00G.165 This curded milk, this poor unlittered whelp 157.00G.166 My body, could beyond escape or help, 157.00G.167 Infect thee with Original sin, and thou 157.00G.168 Couldst neither then refuse, nor leave it now. 157.00G.169 Think that no stubborn sullen Anchorit, 157.00G.170 Which fixt to a pillar, or a grave, doth sit 157.00G.171 Bedded, and bath'd in all his ordures, dwels 157.00G.172 So foully as our souls in their first-built Cells, 157.00G.173 Think in how poor a prison thou dost ly, 157.00G.174 After enabled but to suck, and cry, 157.00G.175 Think when 'twas grown to most, 'twas a poor In, 157.00G.176 A Province pack'd up in two yards of skin, 157.00G.177 And that usurp'd, or threatned with a rage 157.00G.178 Of sicknesses, or their true Mother, Age. 157.00G.179 But think that death hath now enfranchis'd thee, 157.00G.179M om 157.00G.180 Thou hast thy#'xpansion now, and liberty; 157.00G.181 Think that a rusty Peece discharg'd, is flown 157.00G.182 In pieces, and the bullet is his own, 157.00G.183 And freely flies: this to thy Soul allow, 157.00G.184 Think thy shell broke, think thy soul hatcht but now, 157.00G.185 And think this slow-pac'd soul which late did cleave 157.00G.186 T'#a body, and went but by the bodys leave, 157.00G.187 Twenty perchance or thirty mile a day, 157.00G.188 Dispatches in a minute all the way 157.00G.189 'Twixt heaven and earth; she stays not in the air, 157.00G.190 To look what Meteors there themselves prepare; 157.00G.191 She carries no desire to know, nor sense, 157.00G.192 Whether th'#aires middle region be intense; [CW:For] 157.00G.193 For th'#Element of fire, she doth not know, [Q3] 157.00G.194 Whether she pass'd by such a place or no; 157.00G.195 She baits not at the Moon, nor cares to try 157.00G.196 Whether in that new world men live, and dy. 157.00G.197 %1Venus%2 retards her not t'#enquire how she 157.00G.198 Can (being one star) %1Hesper%2 and %1Vesper%2 be; 157.00G.199 He that charm'd %1Argus%2 eyes, sweet %1Mercury%2, 157.00G.200 Works not on her, who now is grown all ey; 157.00G.201 Who if she meet the body of the Sun, 157.00G.202 Goes through, not staying till his course be run; 157.00G.203 Who finds in %1Mars%2 his Camp no Corps of Guard, 157.00G.204 Nor is by %1Jove%2, nor by his father barr'd; 157.00G.205 But ere she can consider how she went, 157.00G.206 At once is at, and through the firmament. 157.00G.207 And as these stars were but so many beads 157.00G.208 Strung on one string, speed undistinguish'd leads 157.00G.209 Her through those sphears, as through those beads a string 157.00G.210 Whose quick succession makes it still one thing: 157.00G.211 As doth the pith, which least our bodies slack, 157.00G.212 Strings fast the little bones of neck and back; 157.00G.213 So by the soul doth death string Heaven and Earth; 157.00G.214 For when our soul enjoys her third birth, 157.00G.215 (Creation gave her one, a second, grace,) 157.00G.216 Heaven is near, and present to her face, 157.00G.217 As colours are, and objects in a room 157.00G.218 Where darkness was before, when Tapers come. 157.00G.219 This must, my Soul, thy long-short Progress be 157.00G.220 T'#advance these thoughts; Remember then that she, 157.00G.221 She, whose fair body no such prison was, 157.00G.222 But that a Soul might well be pleas'd to pass 157.00G.223 An Age in her; she whose rich beauty lent 157.00G.224 Mintage to other beauties, for they went 157.00G.225 But for so much as they were like to her; 157.00G.226 She, in whose body (if we dare prefer 157.00G.227 This low world, to so high a mark as she,) 157.00G.228 The Western treasure, Eastern spicery, 157.00G.229 Europe, and Africk, and the unknown rest 157.00G.230 Were easily found, or what in them was best; 157.00G.231 And when w'#have made this large discovery 157.00G.232 Of all, in her some one part than will be 157.00G.233 Twenty such parts, whose plenty and riches is 157.00G.234 Enough to make twenty such worlds as this; 157.00G.235 She, whom had they known, who did first betroth 157.00G.236 The Tutelar Angels, and assigned one, both 157.00G.237 To Nations, Cities, and to Companies, 157.00G.238 To functions, officies, and dignities, 157.00G.239 And to each several man, to him, and him, 157.00G.240 They would have given her one for every lim; 157.00G.241 She, of whose soul, if we may say, 'twas gold, 157.00G.242 Her body was th'#Electrum, and did hold 157.00G.243 Many degrees of that; we understood 157.00G.244 Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood 157.00G.245 Spoke in her cheekes, and so distinctly wrought, 157.00G.246 That one might almost say, her body thought; 157.00G.247 She, she thus richly and largely hous'd, is gone: 157.00G.248 And chides us slow-pac'd snails who crawl upon 157.00G.249 Our prisons prison, earth, nor think us well; 157.00G.250 Longer than whil'st we bear our brittle shell. 157.00G.251 But 'twere but little to have chang'd our room, 157.00G.251M om 157.00G.252 If, as we were in this our living Tomb 157.00G.253 Oppress'd with ignorance, we still were so, 157.00G.254 Poor soul, in this thy flesh what dost thou know? 157.00G.255 Thou know'st thy self so little, as thou know'st not, 157.00G.256 How thou didst dy, nor how thou wast begot. 157.00G.257 Thou neither know'st, how thou at first cam'st in, 157.00G.258 Nor how thou tookst the poyson of mans sin, 157.00G.259 Nor dost thou, (though thou know'st that thou art so) 157.00G.260 By what way thou art made immortal, know. [CW:Thou] 157.00G.261 Thou art too narrow, wretch to comprehend [Q4] 157.00G.262 Even thy self, yea though thou would'st but bend 157.00G.263 To know thy body. Have not all souls thought 157.00G.264 For many ages, that our body's wrought 157.00G.265 Of air, and fire, and other Elements; 157.00G.266 And now they think of new ingredients. 157.00G.267 And one Soul thinks one, and another way 157.00G.268 Another thinks, and tis an even lay. 157.00G.269 Know'st thou but how the stone doth enter in 157.00G.270 The bladders cave, and never break the skin? 157.00G.271 Know'st thou how blood, which to the heart doth flow, 157.00G.272 Doth from one ventricle to th'#other go? 157.00G.273 And for the putrid stuff which thou dost spit, 157.00G.274 Know'st thou how thy lungs have attracted it? 157.00G.275 There are no passages, so that there is 157.00G.276 (For ought thou know'st) piercing of substances. 157.00G.277 And of those many opinions which men raise 157.00G.278 Of Nails and Hairs, dost thou know which to praise? 157.00G.279 What hope have we to know our selves, when we 157.00G.280 Know not the least things, which for our use be? 157.00G.281 We see in Authors, too stiff to recant, 157.00G.282 A hundred controversies of an Ant; 157.00G.283 And yet one watches, starves, freezes, and sweats, 157.00G.284 To know but Catechisms and Alphabets 157.00G.285 Of unconcerning things, matters of fact; 157.00G.286 How others on our stage their parts did Act? 157.00G.287 What %1Cae%Lsar%2 did, yea, and what %1Cicero%2 said, 157.00G.288 Why grass is green, or why our bloud is red, 157.00G.289 Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto, 157.00G.290 In this low form, poor soul, what wilt thou do? 157.00G.291 When wilt thou shake off this Pedantry, 157.00G.292 Of being taught by sense and Fantasie? 157.00G.293 Thou look'st through spectacles; small things seem great 157.00G.294 Below; But up unto the Watch-towre git, [CW:And] 157.00G.295 And see all things despoil'd of fallacies: [Q4v] 157.00G.296 Thou shalt not peep through lattices of eyes, 157.00G.297 Nor hear through Labyrinths of ears, nor learn 157.00G.298 By circuit, or collections to discern, 157.00G.299 In heaven thou straight know'st all, concerning it, 157.00G.300 And what concerns it not, shall straight forget. 157.00G.301 There thou (but in no other school) maist be 157.00G.302 Perchance, as learned, and as full, as she, 157.00G.303 She who all Libraries had throughly read 157.00G.304 At home in her own thoughts, and practised 157.00G.305 So much good as would make as many more: 157.00G.306 She whose example they must all implore, 157.00G.307 Who would or do, or think well, and confess 157.00G.308 That all the vertuous Actions they express, 157.00G.309 Are but a new, and worse edition 157.00G.310 Of her some one thought or one action: 157.00G.311 She, who in th'#art of knowing Heaven, was grown 157.00G.312 Here upon earth to such perfection, 157.00G.313 That she hath, ever since to heaven she came, 157.00G.314 (In a far fairer print,) but read the same; 157.00G.315 Shee, she nor satisfied with all this waight, 157.00G.316 (For so much knowledge as would over-fraight 157.00G.317 Another, did but ballast her) is gone 157.00G.318 As well t'#enjoy, as get perfection, 157.00G.319 And calls us after her, in that she took, 157.00G.320 (Taking her self) our best and worthiest book. 157.00G.321 Return not, my soul, from this extasie, 157.00G.321M om 157.00G.322 And meditation of what thou shalt be, 157.00G.323 To earthly thoughts, till it to thee appear, 157.00G.324 With whom thy conversation must be there. 157.00G.325 With whom wilt thou converse? what station 157.00G.326 Canst thou choose out free from infection, 157.00G.327 That will not give thee theirs, nor drink in thine? [CW:Shalt] 157.00G.328 Shalt thou not finde a spungy slack Divine [Q5] 157.00G.329 Drink and suck in th'#instructions of great men, 157.00G.330 And for the word of God vent them agen? 157.00G.331 Are there not some Courts (and then, no things be 157.00G.332 So like as Courts) which in this let us see, 157.00G.333 That wits, and tongues of Libellers are weak, 157.00G.334 Because they doe more ill than these can speak? 157.00G.335 The poyson's gone through all, poisons affect 157.00G.336 Chiefly the chiefest parts: but some effect 157.00G.337 In nails, and hairs, yea excrements will show; 157.00G.338 So lies the poison of sin in the most low. 157.00G.339 Up, up, my drowsie soul, where thy new ear 157.00G.340 Shall in the Angells songs no discord hear; 157.00G.341 Where thou shalt see the blessed Mother-maid 157.00G.342 Joy in not being that, which men have said. 157.00G.343 Where she is exalted more for being good, 157.00G.344 Then for her interest of Mother-hood. 157.00G.345 Up to those Patriarchs, which did longer sit 157.00G.346 Expecting Christ, then they have enjoy'd him yet. 157.00G.347 Up to those Prophets, which now gladly see 157.00G.348 Their prophesies grown to be History. 157.00G.349 Up to th'#Apostles, who did bravely run 157.00G.350 All the Suns course, with more light than the Sun: 157.00G.351 Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly bleed 157.00G.352 Oyle to th'#Apostles Lamps, dew to their seed. 157.00G.353 Up to those Virgins, who thought, that almost 157.00G.354 They made joyntenants with the Holy Ghost, 157.00G.355 If they to any should his Temple give. 157.00G.356 Up, up, for in that squadron there doth live 157.00G.357 She, who hath carried thither new degrees 157.00G.358 (As to their number) to their dignities. 157.00G.359 Shee who being to her self a State, enjoy'd; 157.00G.360 All royalties which any State employ'd; [CW:For] 157.00G.361 For she made wars, and triumph'd; reason still [Q5v] 157.00G.362 Did not o'rthrow, but rectifie her will: 157.00G.363 And she made peace, for no peace is like this, 157.00G.364 That beauty, and chastity together kiss: 157.00G.365 She did high justice, for she crucifi'd 157.00G.366 Every first motion of rebellions pride: 157.00G.367 And she gave pardons, and was liberal, 157.00G.368 For, only her self except, she pardoned all: 157.00G.369 She coyn'd, in this, that her impression gave 157.00G.370 To all our actions all the worth they have: 157.00G.371 She gave protections; the thoughts of her brest, 157.00G.372 Satans rude Officers could ne'r arrest. 157.00G.373 As these prerogatives being met in one, 157.00G.374 Made her a soveraign State; Religion 157.00G.375 Made her a Church; and these two made her all. 157.00G.376 She who was all this All, and could not fall 157.00G.377 To worse, by company, (for she was still 157.00G.378 More Antidote, then all the world was ill,) 157.00G.379 She, she doth leave it, and by Death, survive 157.00G.380 All this, in Heaven; whither who doth not strive 157.00G.381 The more, because she's there, de doth not know 157.00G.382 That accidental joyes in Heaven do grow, 157.00G.383 But pause, my soul; And study, ere thou fall 157.00G.384 On accidental joyes, th'#essential. 157.00G.384M om 157.00G.385 Still before Accessories doe abide 157.00G.386 A trial, must the principall be tride. 157.00G.387 And what essential joy canst thou expect 157.00G.388 Here upon earth? what permanent effect 157.00G.389 Of transitory causes? Dost thou love 157.00G.390 Beauty? (And beauty worthy'st is to move) 157.00G.391 Poor cousened cousener, %1that%2 she, and %1that%2 thou, 157.00G.392 Which did begin to love, are neither now. 157.00G.393 You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday; 157.00G.394 Next day repairs, (but ill) last daies decay. [CW:Nor] 157.00G.395 Nor are, (although the river keep the name) [Q6] 157.00G.396 Yesterdaies waters, and to dayes the same. 157.00G.397 So flows her face, and thine eyes; neither now, 157.00G.398 That Saint, nor Pilgrime, which your loving vow 157.00G.399 Concern'd, remains; but whil'st you think you be 157.00G.400 Constant, y'#are hourly in inconstancy. 157.00G.401 Honour may have pretence unto our love, 157.00G.402 Because %1that%2 God did live so long above 157.00G.403 Without this Honour, and then lov'd it so, 157.00G.404 That he at last made creatures to bestow 157.00G.405 Honour on him, not that he needed it, 157.00G.406 But that, to his hands man might grow more fit. 157.00G.407 But since all Honours from inferiours flow, 157.00G.408 (For they do give it; Princes do but show 157.00G.409 Whom they would have so honour'd) and that this 157.00G.410 On such opinions, and capacities 157.00G.411 Is built, as rise and fall, to more and less: 157.00G.412 Alas, 'tis but a casual happiness. 157.00G.413 Hath ever any man t'#himself assign'd 157.00G.414 This or that happiness to arrest his mind, 157.00G.415 But that another man which takes a worse, 157.00G.416 Thinks him a fool for having tane that course? 157.00G.417 They who did labour Babels tow'r to#'erect, 157.00G.418 Might have considered, that for that effect, 157.00G.419 All this whole solid Earth could not allow 157.00G.420 Nor furnish forth materials enow; 157.00G.421 And that his Center, to raise such a place, 157.00G.422 Was far too little to have been the Base; 157.00G.423 No more affords this world, foundation 157.00G.424 To erect true joy, were all the means in one. 157.00G.425 But as the Heathen made them several gods 157.00G.426 Of all Gods benefits, and all his rods, 157.00G.427 (For as the Wine, and Corn, and onions are 157.00G.428 Gods unto them, so Agues be, and War) [CW:And] 157.00G.429 And as by changing that whole precious Gold [Q6v] 157.00G.430 To such small Copper coynes, they lost the old, 157.00G.431 And lost their only God, who ever must 157.00G.432 Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust: 157.00G.433 So much mankind true happiness mistakes; 157.00G.434 No joy enjoys that man, that many makes. 157.00G.435 Then, Soul, to thy first pitch work up again; 157.00G.436 Know that all lines which circles do contain, 157.00G.437 For once that they the Center touch, do touch 157.00G.438 Twice the circumference; and be thou such; 157.00G.439 Double on heaven thy thoughts on earth employ'd; 157.00G.440 All will not serve; only who have enjoy'd 157.00G.441 The sight of God in fulness, can think it; 157.00G.442 For it is both the object, and the wit. 157.00G.443 This is essential joy, where neither he 157.00G.444 Can suffer diminution, nor we; 157.00G.445 'Tis such a full, and such a filling good; 157.00G.446 Had th'#Angels once look'd on him, they had stood. 157.00G.447 To fill the place of one of them, or more, 157.00G.448 She whom we celebrate is gone before. 157.00G.449 Shee, who had here so much essential joy, 157.00G.450 As no chance could distract, much less destroy; 157.00G.451 Who with God's presence was acquainted so, 157.00G.452 (Hearing, and speaking to him) as to know 157.00G.453 His face in any natural stone or tree, 157.00G.454 Better than when in Images they be: 157.00G.455 Who kept by diligent devotion, 157.00G.456 Gods Image, in such reparation, 157.00G.457 Within her heart, that what decay was grown, 157.00G.458 Was her first Parents fault and not her own: 157.00G.459 Who being sollicited to any act, 157.00G.460 Still heard God pleading his safe precontract: 157.00G.461 Who by a faithful confidence, was here 157.00G.462 Betroth'd to God, and now is married there; [CW:Whose] 157.00G.463 Whose twilights were more clear than our mid-day; [Q7] 157.00G.464 Who dreamt devoutlier than most use to pray; 157.00G.465 Who being here fill'd with grace, yet strove to be 157.00G.466 Both where more grace, and more capacity 157.00G.467 At once is given: she to Heaven is gone, 157.00G.468 Who made this world in some proportion 157.00G.469 A Heaven, and here became unto us all, 157.00G.470 Joy, (as our joyes admit) essential. 157.00G.471 But could this low world joyes essential touch, 157.00G.471M om 157.00G.472 Heavens accidental joyes would pass them much. 157.00G.473 How poor and lame must then our casual be; 157.00G.474 If thy Prince will his subjects to call thee 157.00G.475 %1My Lord%2, and this do smell thee, thou art than, 157.00G.476 By being greater, grown to be less Man. 157.00G.477 When no Physitian of redress can speak, 157.00G.478 A joyful casual violence may break 157.00G.479 A dangerous Apostem in thy brest; 157.00G.480 And whil#st thou joy'st in this, the dangerous rest, 157.00G.481 The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee. 157.00G.482 What e'r was casual, may ever be. 157.00G.483 What should the nature change? or make the same 157.00G.484 Certain, which was but casual, when it came? 157.00G.485 All casual joy doth loud and plainly say, 157.00G.486 Only by coming, that it can away. 157.00G.487 Onely in Heaven joyes strength is never spent, 157.00G.488 And accidental things are permanent. 157.00G.489 Joy of a souls arrival ne'r decays; 157.00G.490 For that soul ever joyes, and ever stays. 157.00G.491 Joy that their last great Consummation 157.00G.492 Approaches in the Resurrection; 157.00G.493 When earthly bodies more celestial 157.00G.494 Shall be, then Angels were, for they could fall; 157.00G.495 This kind of joy doth every day admit 157.00G.496 Degrees of growth, but none of losing it. [CW:In] 157.00G.497 In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part that she, [Q7v] 157.00G.498 She, in whose goodness, he that names degree, 157.00G.499 Doth injure her; ('Tis loss to be call'd best, 157.00G.500 There where the stuff is not such as the rest;) 157.00G.501 She, who left such a body, as even she, 157.00G.502 Only in Heaven could learn, how it can be 157.00G.503 Made better; for she rather was two souls, 157.00G.504 Or like to full on both sides written Rolls, 157.00G.505 Where eyes might read upon the outward skin, 157.00G.506 As strong Records for God, as minds within. 157.00G.507 Shee, who by making full perfection grow, 157.00G.508 Peeces a Circle and still keeps it so, 157.00G.509 Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone, 157.00G.510 Where she receives and gives addition. 157.00G.511 Here in a place, where misdevotion frames 157.00G.511M om 157.00G.512 A thousand prayers to Saints, whose very names 157.00G.513 The ancient Church knew not, Heaven knows not yet, 157.00G.514 And where what laws of Poetry admit, 157.00G.515 Laws of Religion have at least the same, 157.00G.516 Immortal Maid, I might invoke thy name. 157.00G.517 Could any Saint provoke that appetite, 157.00G.518 Thou here should'st make me a French convertite. 157.00G.519 But thou would'st not; nor would'st thou be content, 157.00G.520 To take this, for my second years true Rent, 157.00G.521 Did this coyn bear any other stamp, than his, 157.00G.522 That gave thee power to do, me, to say this: 157.00G.523 Since his will is, that to posterity, 157.00G.524 Thou shouldst for life and death a pattern be, 157.00G.525 And that the world should notice have of this, 157.00G.526 The purpose and th'#authority is his; 157.00G.527 Thou art the Proclamation; and I am 157.00G.528 The trumpet, at whose voice the people came. 157.00G.SS om 157.00G.0$$ text in roman; no marginal notes