And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild; ON TIME. FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race; Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain! For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'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 sincerely good And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of him, to whose happy-making sight alone When once our heavenly-guided soul shall clime; Then, all this earthly grossness quit, Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, AT A SOLEMN MUSICK. BLEST pair of Syrens, pledges of Heaven's joy, With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ; Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, As once we did, till disproportion'd sin 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 sway'd In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light! AN EPITAPHI ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER. THIS rich marble doth inter A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Added to her noble birth, More than she could own from earth. To house with darkness, and with death. Been as complete as was her praise, Nature and Fate had had no strife In giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, Quickly found a lover meet ; The virgin quire for her request The God that sits at marriage feast; |