Diseased his well-composed mind, forestall'd Had he of earthly trash. What might suffice What he might eat or wear he took no thought, When day peeps in, he quits his restless rest; In th' Virgin's lap, to whom he did apply His virgin thoughts and words, and thence was styled By foes, the chaplain of the virgin mild, While yet he lived without: his modesty Imparted this to some, and they to me. Live happy, then, dear soul! enjoy thy rest Eternally by pains thou purchasedst, While Car must live in care, who was thy friend, He THOMAS CAR. AN EPIGRAM Upon the Pictures in the following Poems which the Author first made with his own hand admirably well, as may be seen in his Manuscript dedicated to the Right Honourable Lady the WIXT Lady Denbigh. pen and pencil rose a holy strife Which might draw virtue better to the life; But wits gave votes to that: but painters swore They never saw pieces so sweet before As these fruits of pure nature; where no art The hand grown bold, with wit will needs contest. To wound, to burn the heart with heavenly fire. * Printed only in the edition of 1652. L TO THE NOBLEST AND BEST OF LADIES THE COUNTESS OF DENBIGH: Persuading her to resolution in Religion, and to render herself without further delay into the communion of the Catholic Church. HAT heaven-entreated heart is this Fairly to open it and enter? Whose definition is a doubt "Twixt life and death, 'twixt in and out? Say, ling'ring fair! why comes the birth Of your brave soul so slowly forth? Ah, linger not, loved soul! a slow And late consent was a long no; And did his best to have denied. What magic bolts, what mystic bars Th' astonish'd nymphs their floods' strange fate deplore, To see themselves their own severer shore. Thou that alone canst thaw this cold, And fetch the heart from its strong hold, O, fix this fair indefinite, And 'mongst thy shafts of sovereign light Which has the key of this close heart, Come once the conquering way, not to confute, That so, in spite of all this peevish strength Of weakness, she may write-Resolved at length ! And use the season of Love's show'r; Meet his well-meaning wounds, wise heart! That healing shaft, which heav'n till now Has in Love's quiver hid for you. Meet it with wide-spread arms; and see TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME, THE NAME OF JESUS. A HYMN. SING the name which none can say The name of our new peace; our good: Our bliss, and supernatural blood: |