Blind in her favorites' foolish election, Chance in her arbiter in giving dignities, Her choice of vicious shows most discretion, Sith wealth the virtuous might wrest from piety. To humble suppliants tyrant most obstinate, 25 30 Like tiger fugitive from the ambitious, 35 But to her followers forswearing courtesies. No wind so changeable, no sea so wavering, As giddy fortune in reeling vanities; Now mad, now merciful, now fierce, now favoring, A CHILD MY CHOICE LET folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, Whose head no deed defiled; I praise him most, I love him best, All praise and love is his; While him I love, in him I live, And cannot live amiss. Love's sweetest mark, land's highest theme, Man's most desired light, To love him life, to leave him death, To live in him delight. 40 5 ΙΟ He mine by gift, I his by debt, Thus each to other due, First friend he was, best friend he is, All times will try him true. Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; Though man, yet God he is; As wise he knows, as strong he can, As God he loves to bless. His knowledge rules, his strength defends, His love doth cherish all; His birth our joy, his life our light, His death our end of thrall. Alas! he weeps, he sighs, he pants, Yet doth his angels sing; Out of his tears, his sighs and throbs, Almighty babe, whose tender arms Correct my faults, protect my life, Direct me when I die! LIFE IS BUT LOSS BY FORCE I live, in will I wish to die; In plaints I pass the length of ling'ring days; Free would my soul from mortal body fly, And tread the track of death's desired ways: Life is but loss where death is deemed gain, And loathed pleasures breed displeasing pain. Who would not die to kill all murd'ring grieves? Who would not wish his treasure safe from thieves, Death parteth but two ever-fighting foes, Life is a wandering course to doubtful rest; None being sure what final fruits to reap: Whose ways are strict to heaven, but wide to hell? 15 Come, cruel death, why lingerest thou so long? What doth withhold thy dint from fatal stroke? 20 Now prest I am, alas! thou dost me wrong, To let me live, more anger to provoke: Thy right is had when thou hast stopp'd my breath, If Saul's attempt in falling on his blade 25 Then, cruel death, thou shouldst the tyrant play 30 Where life is loved thou ready art to kill, And to abridge with sudden pangs their joys; Where life is loathed thou wilt not work their will, To some thou art a fierce unbidden guest, 35 But those that crave thy help thou helpest least. Avaunt, O viper! I thy spite defy: There is a God that overrules thy force, I on His mercy, not thy might, rely; 40 WHAT JOY TO LIVE I WAGE no war, yet peace I none enjoy; For that I love I long, but that I lack; 5 10 Here loan is lent for love of filthy gain; Most friends befriend themselves with friendship's show; Here plenty peril, want doth breed disdain; 15 Cares common are, joys faulty, short and few; Here honor envied, meanness is despised; Sin deemed solace, virtue little prized. Here beauty is a bait that, swallow'd, chokes, A treasure sought still in the owner's harms; A light that eyes to murdering sights provokes, A grace that souls enchants with mortal charms; A luring gain to Cupid's fiery slights, A baleful bliss that damns where it delights. Oh! who would live so many deaths to try? Where will doth wish that wisdom doth reprove, Where nature craves that grace must needs deny, Where sense doth like that reason cannot love, Where best in show in final proof is worst, Where pleasures upshot is to die accurst? 20 25 30 THE BURNING BABE As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, Who scorched with exceeding heat such floods of tears did shed, 5 As though His floods should quench His flames with what His tears were fed ; Alas! quoth He, but newly born in fiery heats of fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST BEHOLD the father is his daughter's son, The bird that built the nest is hatch'd therein, Eternal life to live doth now begin, The word is dumb, the mirth of heaven doth weep, O dying souls! behold your living spring! O dazzled eyes! behold your sun of grace! 5 Dull ears attend what word this word doth bring! ΙΟ |