All my attendants are at ftrife, Quitting their place Unto my face: Nothing performs the task of life: Oh help, my God! let not their plot And also thee, Who art my life: diffolve the knot, All the rebellions of the night. Then shall those powers, which work for grief, Enter thy pay, And day by day Labour thy praise and my relief; With care and courage building me, MY LXVI. MAN. God, I heard this day, That none doth build a ftately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man? to whose creation All things are in decay. For Man is every thing, And more: He is a tree, yet bears no fruit ; Reason and speech we only bring. Parrots may thank us, if they are not mute, They go upon the score, Man is all fymmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another, Each part may call the fartheft, brother: Nothing hath got so far, But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey. eyes difmount the highest star: His He is in little all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they For us the winds do blow; The earth doth reft, heaven move, and fountains flow. As our delight, or as our treasure: The ftars have us to bed; Night draws the curtain, which the fun withdraws: Mufic and light attend our head. All things unto our flesh are kind In their descent and being; to our mind Each thing is full of duty: Waters united are our navigation; Distinguished, our habitation; Below, our drink; above, our meat: Both are our cleanliness. Hath one fuch beauty? Then how are all things neat! More fervants wait on Man, Than he'll take notice of: in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him, When fickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. Since then, my God, thou haft So brave a Palace built; O dwell in it, Till then, afford us fo much wit, Cbor. LXVII. ANTIPHON. RAISED be the God of love, PRAISET Men. Here below, Angels. And here above: Chor. Who hath dealt his mercies fo, Ang. To his friend, Men. And to his foe; Cbor. That both grace and glory tend Ang. Us of old, Men. And us in the end. Chor. The great Shepherd of the fold Men. For us was fold. Chor. He our foes in pieces brake: Men. And him we take. Chor. Wherefore fince that he is fuch, Men. And we do crouch. Chor. Lord, thy praises fhall be more. Ang. And we no store. Chor. Praised be the God alone Who hath made of two folds one. LXVIII. UNKINDNESS. LORD, make me coy and tender to offend : In friendship, first I think, if that agree, Which I intend, Unto my friend's intent and end. I would not use a friend, as I use Thee. If any touch my friend, or his good name, His blafted fame From the least spot or thought of blame. I could not use a friend, as I use Thee. My friend may spit upon my curious floor: And thou within them ftarve at door. I cannot use a friend, as I use Thee. When that my friend pretendeth to a place, But when thy grace Sues for my heart, I thee difplace; Nor would I use a friend, as I use Thee. Yet can a friend what thou haft done fulfill? His blood did fpill, Only to purchase my good will: Yet ufe I not my foes, as I use Thee. LXIX. LIFE. I MADE a pofy, while the day ran by: But time did beckon to the flowers, and they hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition; Who did so sweetly death's fad taste convey, Making my mind to fmell my fatal day, Yet fugaring the suspicion. |