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On the Miracle of Loaves.
Thou to their teeth hast proved Thy deity.
S if the storm meant Him;
His needs a cloud.
Or wave so proud ?
There is no storm but this
That braves you out;
Of your own doubt:
On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness.
'Tis the sweet pride of her humility.
The fair star is well fixt, for where, 0 where, Could she have fixt it on a fairer sphere?
'Tis Heav'n, 'tis Heav'n she sees, Heav'n's God there lies; She can see Heaven, and ne'er lift up her eyes: This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given, 'Twas once look up, 'tis now look down to Heaven.
Upon Lazarus's Tears.
ICH Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears,
He scorns them now, but O, they'll suit full well With th' purple he must wear in hell.
Two went up into the Temple to pray.
WO went to pray? O rather say,
One stands up close, and treads on high,
One nearer to God's altar trod,
Upon the Ass that bore our Saviour.
Within the lips of love and joy doth dwell
Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,
But O, methinks 'tis a far greater one,
That thou find'st none.
I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my
HY God was making haste into thy roof, Thy humble faith and fear keeps Him aloof: He'll be thy guest; because He may not be, He'll come into thy house? No, into thee.
Upon the Powder-day.
OW fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow,
I am the Door.
ND now th' art set wide ope, the spear's sad art,
He to himself, I fear the worst,
And his own hope,
Hath shut these doors of heaven, that durst
The Blind cured by the Word of our Saviour.
Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee.
To speak thus was to speak, say I,
but to his
God spake once when He all things made,
To our Lord, upon the Water made Wine.
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.
Black wit or malice can or dares,
Thy glorious wisdom breaks the nets,
Waiting on Thy victorious hand,
Upon our Saviour's Tomb, wherein never man was laid.
It is better to go into Heaven with one Eye, &c.
NE Eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more,
poor Of eyes that has but Argus' store; Yet, if thou'lt fill one poor eye with Thy Heaven and