Make bread of it: and that repose With fo much earnestness you do pursue XCVIII. CONFESSION. WHAT a cunning guest [made Is this fame grief! within my heart I In those chefts, boxes; in each box, a till: No fcrew, no piercer can Into a piece of timber work and wind, When he a torture hath defign'd. They are too fubtle for the fubtleft hearts; We are the earth; and they, Like moles within us, heave, and cast about: They never cool, much less give out. No smith can make fuch locks, but they have keys; Clofets are halls to them; and hearts, highways. Only an open breaft Doth fhut them out, fo that they cannot enter; But quickly feek some new adventure. Smooth open hearts no fastening have; but fiction Doth give a hold and handle to affliction. Wherefore my faults and fins, Lord, I acknowledge; take thy plagues away: I challenge here the brightest day, The cleareft diamond: let them do their best, XCIX. GIDDINESS. OH, what a thing is man! how far from power, From fettled peace and rest! He is fome twenty feveral men at least One while he counts of heaven, as of his treasure : And calls him coward, who for fear of fin Now he will fight it out, and to the wars; And fnudge in quiet: now he fcorns increase; He builds a house, which quickly down must go, And crush'd the building: and 'tis partly true, K O what a fight were Man, if his attires And, like a Dolphin's skin, his clothes combined Surely if each one saw another's heart, No fale or bargain pafs: all would difperfe, Lord, mend or rather make us: one creation Except thou make us daily, we shall spurn C. THE BUNCH OF GRAPES. I did lock thee up: but fome bad man Joy, Hath let thee out again: And now, methinks, I am where I began Seven years ago: one vogue and vein, One air of thoughts ufurps my brain, I did towards Canaan draw; but now I am Brought back to the Red Sea, the sea of shame. For as the Jews of old by God's command So now each Christian hath his journeys spann'd: A fingle deed is small renown. God's works are wide, and let in future times; His ancient justice overflows our crimes. Then have we too our guardian fires and clouds; We have our fands and serpents, tents and shrouds Alas! our murmurings come not last. But where's the cluster? where's the tafte Of mine inheritance? Lord, if I must borrow, Let me as well take up their joy, as forrow. But he want the can grape, who hath the wine? I have their fruit and more. Bleffed be God, who profper'd Noah's vine, And made it bring forth grapes good store. Who of the law's four juice sweet wine did make, CI. LOVE UNKNOWN. EAR friend, fit down, the tale is long and fad : D And in my faintings I prefume your love Will more comply, than help. A Lord I had, But he (I figh to fay) Look'd on a fervant, who did know his eye Better than you Than I myself. know me, or (which is one) The fervant instantly Quitting the fruit, seized on my heart alone, [prove, A stream of blood, which issued from the fide Enforceth tears. And have good caufe: there it was dipt and dyed, ; (I figh to tell) So I went Who was to take it from me, flipt his hand, Began to spread and to expatiate there: Which at a board, while many drank bare wine, for good, E'en taken inwardly, and most divine To fupple hardneffes. But at the length Unto my house, where to repair the strength |