They may weep out the stains by them did rise: Those doors being shut, all by the ear comes in. Who marks in church-time other symmetry, Makes all their beauty his deformity. Let vain or busy thoughts have there no part: Bring not thy plough, thy plots, thy pleasure thither Christ purged the temple; so must thou thy heart. All worldly thoughts are but these met together To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well: For churches either are our heaven or hell. Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge: If thou mislike him, thou conceivest him not. God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good: if all want sense, God takes a text and preaches pa tience. [From the Church Porch.] SUM UP AT NIGHT. SUM up at night, what thou hast done by day; And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul: mark the decay And growth of it: if with thy watch that too Be down, then wind up both, since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree. BOSOM SIN. SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, LORD, with what care hast thou be- The bridal of the earth and sky; girt us round! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses. A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, UPON A MAID. HERE she lies, in beds of spice, HOW THE HEART'S EASE FIRST FROLIC virgins once these were, Being here their ends denied, And their loss of blooming years, LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. Sweet Spirit, comfort me! Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep, When the artless doctor sees Sweet Spirit, comfort me. When his potion and his pill, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the passing bell doth toll, And the Furies, in a shoal, Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Tempter me pursu'th. Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me. When the judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealedWhen to Thee I have appealed. Sweet Spirit, comfort me. CLEOPATRA EMBARKING ON THE The sky is a gleam of gold, |