Good Men ye be, to leave me my beft Room, Farewel sweet Phrases, lovely Metaphors: Lovely enchanting Language, Sugar-cane, And hurt thy felf, and him that fings the Note. Let foolish Lovers, if they will love Dung, Yet, if you go, I país not; take your way: So all within be livelier than before. T The The Rofe. PRes Refs me not to take more Pleasure In this World of fugar'd lies, And to use a larger Measure Than my ftrict, yet welcome Size. Firft, there is no Pleafure here: Colour'd Griefs indeed there are, Or if fuch Deceits there be, Such Delights I meant to fay; But I will not much oppose Unto what you now advise: Only take this gentle Rofe, And therein my Answer lies.' What is fairer than a Rofe? What is fweeter; yet it purgeth. Purgings enmity disclose, Enmity forbearance urgeth. If then all that Worldlings prize Sweetly there indeed it lies, But it biteth in the Close. So this Flower doth judge and fentence For they all produce Repentance, But I afpire To a full Consent. Not a Word or Look I affect to own, And thy Book alone. Though I fail, I weep: To the Throne of Grace. Then let Wrath remove, And can fhoot, Who Who can 'cape his Bow? That which wrought on thee, Needs must work on me : Throw away thy Rod; Throw away thy wrath... T The Invitation. Ome ye hither, all whofe tafte' Save your Coft and mend your Fare. God, in whom all Dainties are. Which before you drink is Blood. Bringing all your Sins to fight: And on Sin doth caft the fright. Come ye hither all whom Joy While ye graze without your Bounds: Your Delight, As a Flood the lower Grounds. い Come Come ye hither all whofe Love And exalts you to the Sky: Here is Love, which having Breath, After Death can never die. Lord, I have invited all, Still invite, ftill call to thee: T The Banquet. Elcome sweet and sacred Cheer, WELCOM Welcome dear; With me, in me, live and dwell: For thy Neatness paffeth fight, Thy Delight Paffeth Tongue to taste or tell, O what sweetness from the Bowl Fills my Soul, Or hath sweetness in the Bread To fubdue the smell of Sin, Flow'rs, and Gums, and Powders giving All their Living, Left the Enemy fhould win? Doubt |