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CATHEDRAL OF EXETER
Lord, what am I? A worm, dust, vapor, nothing !
My time, my flesh, my life, and I;
What are we, Lord, but vanity?
My way, my trade, sport, stay, and place
dolefull case. Lord, what art thou ? Pure life, power, beauty, bliss : Wherè dwell'st thou ? Up above, in perfect light: What is thy time? Eternity it is: What state? Attendance of each glorious sp’rit :
Thyself, thy place, thy dayes, thy state
Pass all the thoughts of powers create.
Oh, let these wings, that way alone
IMMORTALL babe, who this dear day
LEAVE, O my soul, this baser world below,
Lo there the Godhead's radiant throne,
Like to ten thousand suns in one! Lo there thy Saviour dear in glory dight Ador'd of all the powers of heavens bright: Lo where that head, that bled with thorny wound, Shines ever with celestial honour crownd:
That hand, that held the scornfull reed,
Makes all the fiends infernall dread: That back and side, that ran with bloody streams, Daunt angels' eyes with their majestick beames: Those feet, once fastened to the cursed tree, Trample on death and hell, in glorious glee.
Those lips, once drench't with gall, do make
With their dread doom the world to quake. Behold those joyes thou never canst behold; Those precious gates of pearl, those streets of gold, Those streams of life, those trees of paradise, That never can be seen by mortal
Think that it is or shall be thine.
And now, beforehand, help to sing
FIRST THREE BOOKES,
1. POETICALL. 2. ACADEMICALL. 3. MORALL.
ADVERTISEMENT BY THE EDITOR.
By the kindness of Mr. Henry Ellis, of the British Museum, the Editor is enabled, in addition to the fruits of his own researches, to enrich the following masterly performance of his author with some of those elucidations, which his frequent imitation of the Classics and his perpetual allusions to temporary and local circumstances have rendered indispensable to a full comprehension of the spirit and beauty of his satire. Mr. Ellis has had it in contemplation to publish an edition of the Satires, fully illustrated: which design, it is to be hoped, he will find leisure to accomplish. In the mean time he has had the goodness to allow the Editor to select such notes from his papers, as might appear most necessary: and he has also furnished him with Warton's notes on his author, contained in a few of the first sheets of the fourth volume of his History of English Poetry, which had passed the press before the death of the learned critic. Mr. Ellis's notes are marked E, and those of Mr. Warton W. For the rest the Editor is responsible.
Those obsolete words, which rarely occur in the Satires, are explained in the Notes. The following are such as repeatedly occur. For the rest, the Glossary to the Whole Works may be consulted.
Albe, or albee-albeit, although.