For she made wars and triumph'd; reason still Did not o'erthrow, but rectify her will And she made peace, for no peace is like this, That beauty and chastity together kiss: She did high justice, for she crucify'd Ev'ry first motion of rebellion's pride; And she gave pardons, and was liberal, For, only' herself except, she pardon'd all : She coin'd in this, that her impression gave To all our actions all the worth they have: She gave protections; the thoughts of her breast Satan's rude officers could ne'er arrest. As these prerogatives being met in one Made her a sovereign state, religion
Made her a church, and these two made her all... She, who was all this all, and could not fall To worse by company, (for she was still More antidote than all the world was ill)
She, she doth leave it, and by death survive
All this in heav'n, whither who doth not strive 380 The more because she's there, he doth not know
That accidental joys in heav'n do grow.
But pause, my Soul! and study, ere thou fall
On accidental joys, th' essential.
Still before accessories do abide
A trial must the principal be try'd,
And what essential joy can'st thou expect Here upon earth? what permanent effect
Of transitory causes? Dost thou love ng #“vg. (*f** Beauty? (and beauty worthiest is to move), a 390 Poor cozen'd Cozener! that she, and that thou, LA Which did begin to love, are neither now; You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday Next day repairs (but ill) dast day's decay Nor are (altho' the river keep the name) Yesterday's waters and to-day's the same. So flows her face and thine eyes, neither now th That saint nor pilgrim which your loving vow Concern'd, remains; but whilst you think you Constant, y' are hourly in inconstancy. Honour may have pretence unto our love, Because that God did live so long above Without this honour, and then lov'd it so, xx That he at last made creatures to bestow Honour on him; not that he needed it,
But that to his hands man might grow more fit; / But since all honours from inferiors-flow,
(For they do give it, princes do but show
Whom they would have so honour'd) and that this
On such opinions and capacities
Is built as rise and fall to more and less: Alas! 'tis but a casual happiness.
Hath ever any man t' himself assign'de s This or that happiness t'arrest, his mind, nee. 10 I But that another man, which takes a worse, en did I Thinks him a fool for having ta'en that course 2nd
They who did labour Babel's tow'r t'erect, Might have consider'd, that for that effect All this whole solid earth could not allow, Nor furnish forth materials enow } And that his centre, to raise such a place, Was far too little to have been the base. No more affords this world foundation T' erect true joy, were all the means in one, But as the Heathens made them several gods Of all God's benefits and all his rods, (For as the wine, and corn, and onions, are i Gods unto them, so agues be and war) And as by changing that whole precious gold To such small copper coins they lost the old, And lost their only God, who ever must Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust So much mankind true happiness mistakes, to 200 đế No joy enjoys that man that many makes. Then, Soul! to thy first pitch work up again; Know that all lines which circles do contain, For once that they the centre touch, do touch! // Twice the circumference; and be thou such.
Double on heav'n thy thoughts on earth employ'd;}. All will not serve; only who have enjoy'd The sight of God in fulness can think it;
For it is both the object and the wit dabe This is essential joy, where neither herona 3 UNC. Can suffer diminution nor we;
'Tis such a full and such a filling good,
Had th' angels once look'd on him they had stood... ↑ To fill the place of one of them, or more, She whom we celebrate is gone before; She, who had here so much essential joy,
As no chance could distract, much less destroy; 450 Who with God's presence was acquainted so, (Hearing and speaking to him) as to know!! His face in any natural stone or tree,
Better than when in images they be;: Who kept, by diligent devotion, God's image in sach reparation
Within her heart, that what decay was grown Was her first parents' fault, and not her own; Who, being solicited to any act,
Still heard God pleading his safe precontract; 460
Who by a faithful confidence was here
Betroth'd to God, and now is married there; (94
Whose twilights were more clear than our mid-day; Who dreamt devoutlier than most use to pray; Who being here fill'd with grace, yet strove to be Both where more grace and more capacity At once is given she to heav'n is gone, Who made this world in some proportion A heav'n, and here became unto us all.
Joy (as our joys admit) essential.
But could this low world joys essential touch;
Heav'n's accidental joys would pass them much,adr
How poor and lame must then our casual be? If thy prince will his subjects to call thee My Lord, and this do swell thee, thou art then, By being greater, grown to be less man. When no physician of redress can speak, A joyful casual violence may break
A dangerous apostem in thy breast,
And whilst thou joy'st in this the dangerous rest, 485 The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee. Whate'er was casual may ever be.
What should the nature change? or make the same Certain, which was but casual, when it came ? All casual joy doth loud and plainly say, Only by coming, that it can away.
Only in heav'n joy's strength is never spent, And accidental things are permanent. Joy of a Soul's arrival ne'er decays; !* (For that Soul ever joys, and ever stays) Joy that their last great consummation Approaches in the resurrection, When earthly bodies more celestial
Shall be than angels were, for they could fall; This kind of joy doth every day admit Degrees of growth, but none of losing it. In this fresh joy 'tis no small part that she,' She, in whose goodness he that natnes degree Doth injure her; ('tis loss to be call'd best, There where the stuff is not such as the rest.)
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