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Actus Primus. Scen: Secunda. [ Am ]

At my laments I've heard the rocks, the waters
For pitty answer; and at my complaint
The leav'de boughes murmur, as they griev'd for me;
But never saw, nor ever hope to see
Pitty in the faire and cruell (shall I say
Woman or) tygar? for a woman shee
Denyes to be, in thus denying me
The pitty this my miserable state
Drawes from things sencelesse, and inanimate. Thir :

Lambes on the grasse, the Wolfe feedes on the Lambe;
Love (cruellest of things) with teares is fedd.

Actus Primus. Scen: Prima Da :

I'st possible (Silvia) thou canst resolve
To spend the faire houres of thy flowring youth
With such contempt of Venus , and her Sonne;
And hast no more desire to be a mother,
And leave a part of thee (when thou art dead)
Living behinde thee? Change (young fondling) change
Thy minde; and do not leade a life so strange. Sil :

Daphne, let others pleasure take in love,
(If in such thraledome any pleasure bee;)
The life I leade contents me well enough;

The souls fixt desire,

I would frequently, from thee hear
Untill thou doe, thy self apear.

And fecth me, from this sinfull state
To enjoyment. immediate.

oh give me leave, to speak out plain
I would not flatter, lye, or fein.

Love letters, will not serve the turn
Come thou thy self, or else I burn.

It is thy self, thy self, alone
My sweet, and blessed, only one.

Tis with thy, self, that I would live
And that would satisfaction give.

Somthing — soull would know the meaning of but cant yet resovlvs, through grace, to go on July 21 73

What is the reason (Lord) that I
In duty, cant, that comfort spy
That doth me fill, or satisfie.

Though thou somtimes, my evedence
for glory, when I goe from hence
Dost clear, no comfort, springs from thence.

When I unto those, dutys goe
In which to others, comforts flow
My fears, and sorrows, they doe grow.

And great disatisfaction
Because I cannot feast upon
A clear sight, of my only one.

the soull having examined the world, sum'd her up, & found, her, empty, vain, & deceitfull, take its solemn farwell beforehand. July 12

Oh world, what is in thee, to be desir'd
What great things, have those, that love thee acquir'd
What reall good doe those receive from thee
That give them selfs, thy druges for to bee
Letts veiw thee round, & stricktly now enquire
Didst ever fill, or satisfie desire
Those that have had, the most of thee, have found
Ther vesals empty when they them, doe sound

An expostulation of the soull with it self. July 11

What unbeleife is this
thus hastily
to long to dy
And all because of this
Black cloud, that now, thus overspreads
And threatens, to poure on our heads.

Wher is thy faith, wherby
with confidence
beyound thy sence
Thou shouldst on god rely
His interest he will cecure
His word, to thee, doth this ensure.

Thou wouldst to heaven get
and on the shore
wouldst land, before
Thy time, whose perieds set

July 11 73

The nations, of the world do reell
What work is now, upon the whell.

Though great storms, yet, we may endure
Thine interest, thou wilt cecure.

The sky is black, & overcast
But thus, it shall not always last.

Thou wilt cause itt, again to clear
And in thy glory, wilt appear.

When all the world's in an uproar
Thy people, they may find a door.

Att which they may, by faith goe in
And shroud themselfs, under thy wing.

Coveteousnese. 10 July 73

Oh what is this, that steals our harts away
This white, & yelow drose, refined clay
Litle of itt, will cary through
To that world, we ar going to
Yet doe we grasp, and crave
Still more, of itt, to have
this vanity
we deifie,

Ther's few contented with their own confines
But would break through, to win the golden mines
The stake, the sceptor, & the crown
Do all, to this Idoll bow down
Oh foolish, & unwise
Thus for, to Idolise

The day of Judgment July 9

Oh how doth it amaise, to think of thy
Tribunall seat, and awfull majesty
When thou shalt on thy regall throne ascend
And all thy glorious angels thee attend
When those, great trumpetors of heaven, shall
Summon before thee, all, both great, & small
Both high, and low, both rich, and poor which here
Have acred, in this lower hemisphere
Though to the rocks, & mountains, we should cry
We cannot, be hid, from a deity
But all must give, a strict account what they

July 9

What is itt, that thou dost require
whilst thou art smartly, knocking off
Our fingers, from what we admire
by it, thou calst for all, our love
What cause have we, if itt be soe
To wonder, thou shouldst stoop so low.

What is our love (deer Lord,) to thee
Thou'rt in thy self, to great, to high
To, gain by it, tis only wee
That ar advantaged, therby
Yet art thou pleas'd thus low to bend
As for soe meane, a thing to send.

All we can have, for to bestow