35 Here, if thou please to beautify a town, With shows more apt to please more curious eyes. 50 Be O that men would be wise, and understand, and foresee. wise, to know three things-the multitude of those that are to be damned, the few number of those that are to be saved, and the vanity of transitory things: understand three things-the multitude of sins, the omission of good things, and the loss of time: foresee three things-the danger of death, the last judgment, and eternal punishment.-S. BONAVENT. de Contemptu Sæculi. EPIG. 14. What, soul, no further yet? what, ne'er commence Is 't insufficiency or what has made thee O'erslip thy lost degree? thy lusts have staid thee. No. XV. Illustration-One sitting pensive on the ground; Death and fantastic figures above. My life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing.-PSALM Xxxi. 10. WHAT sullen star ruled my untimely birth, That would not lend my days one hour of mirth? The branded slave, that tugs the weary oar, 10 20 I barter sighs for tears, and tears for groans, To beg a wound, and strength to crave a death? My grief's entailed upon my wasteful breath, 30 40 O who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I may bewail the miserable ingress of man's condition; the sinful progress of man's conversation; the damnable egress in man's dissolution? I will consider with tears, whereof man was made, what man doth, and what man is to do: alas! he is formed of earth, conceived in sin, born to punishment: he doth evil things which are not lawful; he doth filthy things, which are not decent; he doth vain things, which are not expedient.-INNOCENT. de Vilitate Condit. Humanæ. EPIG. 15. My heart, thy life's a debt by bond, which bears Plead not; usurious nature will have all, As well the int'rest as the principal. BOOK THE FOURTH. No. I. Illustration-One standing between two beings, the one pulling him back, the other inviting him forward. I see another law in my members warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin.-ROM vii. 23. 10 How my will is hurried to and fro, And how my unresolved resolves do vary! I know not where to fix; sometimes I go This way, then that, and then the quite contrary: I like, dislike; lament for what I could not; I do, undo; yet still do what I should not, And, at the selfsame instant, will the thing I would not. 2 Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts opprest My life's a troubled sea, composed of ebbs and floods. 3 The curious penman, having trimm'd his page With the dead language of his dabbled quill, Lets fall a heedless drop, then in a rage Cashiers the fruits of his unlucky skill; E'en so my pregnant soul in th' infant bud Of her best thoughts show'rs down a coal-black Of unadvised ills, and cancels all her good. 4 Sometimes a sudden flash of sacred heat Warms my chill soul, and sets my thoughts in frame; But soon that fire is shoulder'd from her seat By lustful Cupid's much inferior flame. I feel two flames, and yet no flame entire; Thus are the mongrel thoughts of mix'd desire Consumed between that heav'nly and this earthly fire. 5 Sometimes my trash-disdaining thoughts outpass O then methinks I scorn the thing I was, Feel but the warmth of their own native fire, 6 I know the nature of my wav'ring mind; I know the frailty of my fleshly will! My passion's eagle-eyed; my judgment blind; My heart is a vain heart, a vagabond and instable heart; while it is led by its own judgment, and wanting divine counsel, cannot subsist in itself; and whilst it divers ways seeketh rest, findeth none, but remaineth miserable through labour, and void of peace : it agreeth not with itself, it dissenteth from itself; it altereth resolutions, changeth the judgment, frameth new thoughts, pulleth |