Poems Occasioned by a melancholy vision Or A melancholy vision upon diuers Theames Englarged: Which by seuerall Arguments ensuinge is showed His gaudie musa tenebris: By H. M. [i.e. Humphrey Mill] |
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AN ACCIDENTALL Melancholy Vision which occasioned the Poems.
Me thought I saw, Time, in his speedie course,
His sithe new ground, his glasse being almost run,
All men did strive in vaine, to breake his force,
Tears would not stay him til his work were done,
He cut downe all, none could his fury shun.
Alas (thought I) he'l take me in his way,
My heavie heart, tooke earnest of decay.
His sithe new ground, his glasse being almost run,
All men did strive in vaine, to breake his force,
Tears would not stay him til his work were done,
He cut downe all, none could his fury shun.
Alas (thought I) he'l take me in his way,
My heavie heart, tooke earnest of decay.
Me thought, all sorts, me company did beare,
My eyes did fail, my tongue grew speechlesse to,
My eares were stopt, my breath grew short, my feare
Did so increase, I knew not what to do:
But yet I heard, from whence, or what, or who,
I could not tell; my spirits were agast:
With world adue, me thought I breath'd my last.
My eyes did fail, my tongue grew speechlesse to,
My eares were stopt, my breath grew short, my feare
Did so increase, I knew not what to do:
But yet I heard, from whence, or what, or who,
I could not tell; my spirits were agast:
With world adue, me thought I breath'd my last.
But yet my spirits were but in a trance,
For Darknesse with his mantle spread me ore,
With that, I did my courage much advance
'Gainst darknesse, yet the combate was so sore
That I grew sadder than I was before,
But yet thinke I, ile in defiance stand,
For I will never be at his command.
For Darknesse with his mantle spread me ore,
With that, I did my courage much advance
'Gainst darknesse, yet the combate was so sore
That I grew sadder than I was before,
But yet thinke I, ile in defiance stand,
For I will never be at his command.
Like one destract, I was o'rewhelm'd a while,
With griefe, and care, lest I should lose the day,
Then in comes Light, and with a cheerfull smile
Revives my spirits: Darknesse slinkes away,
So on the sudden, ended was the fray.
Light shin'd a while, but what will tarry ever?
What's made for time, a little time will fever.
With griefe, and care, lest I should lose the day,
Then in comes Light, and with a cheerfull smile
Revives my spirits: Darknesse slinkes away,
So on the sudden, ended was the fray.
Light shin'd a while, but what will tarry ever?
What's made for time, a little time will fever.
Then light began, much like a pleasant spring,
My heart grew warme, I had the sense of it:
The winters past (thought I) now birds dosing,
Why should I thus now melancholly sit?
Come, come, rejoyce, I hold it very fit.
I was on suddain ravisht in my soule,
But that which follow'd, did my joyes controule.
My heart grew warme, I had the sense of it:
The winters past (thought I) now birds dosing,
Why should I thus now melancholly sit?
Come, come, rejoyce, I hold it very fit.
I was on suddain ravisht in my soule,
But that which follow'd, did my joyes controule.
For life brought Care, she lookt on me so strange,
Best things below, doe prove but pleasing toyes,
I found his friendship subject still to change,
Worm-eaten pleasures, breeds uncertain joyes,
And are like Rattles, onely fit for boyes.
Alas (said I) how am I thus deceiv'd?
I catch at comfort, and am still bereav'd.
Best things below, doe prove but pleasing toyes,
I found his friendship subject still to change,
Worm-eaten pleasures, breeds uncertain joyes,
And are like Rattles, onely fit for boyes.
Alas (said I) how am I thus deceiv'd?
I catch at comfort, and am still bereav'd.
Then Sin, he promis'd full content to me,
But on such tearmes, I should take his direction:
Feare not (said he) for we shall well agree.
But then (thought I) twil breed a worse infectiō,
To staine my soule with horrour and dejection,
I gave deniall to his cursed sute,
And did resolve, his vilenesse to confute.
But on such tearmes, I should take his direction:
Feare not (said he) for we shall well agree.
But then (thought I) twil breed a worse infectiō,
To staine my soule with horrour and dejection,
I gave deniall to his cursed sute,
And did resolve, his vilenesse to confute.
I turn'd about, and saw sin was in hold,
Nay now (thought I) Ile have of sin my will,
Seeing that he was so impudent and bold,
To tempt me by his promises to ill:
The soules of many he doth daily spill.
I gave my voyce against him; by and by,
I turn'd my face, and saw him sentenc'd lye.
Nay now (thought I) Ile have of sin my will,
Seeing that he was so impudent and bold,
To tempt me by his promises to ill:
The soules of many he doth daily spill.
I gave my voyce against him; by and by,
I turn'd my face, and saw him sentenc'd lye.
Well now (thought I) I hope, the worst is past,
I will rejoyce, and while my Muse doth sing,
Ile over-looke my sorrow, and fore-cast,
To tune my soule, and strike the pleasant string.
But Death peept in, which more ill newes did bring.
What must I die? is all my labour lost?
Sin set him on, seeing he by me was crost.
I will rejoyce, and while my Muse doth sing,
Ile over-looke my sorrow, and fore-cast,
To tune my soule, and strike the pleasant string.
But Death peept in, which more ill newes did bring.
What must I die? is all my labour lost?
Sin set him on, seeing he by me was crost.
But yet resolving, while I had my life,
To try an action, lo my cause was tried;
And Death was cast, which ended all my strife.
But then the Divell, he could not abide,
That sin, and death, should die: for then his pride,
Would be abated, so he got them quit:
Now farewell world, I must into the pit.
To try an action, lo my cause was tried;
And Death was cast, which ended all my strife.
But then the Divell, he could not abide,
That sin, and death, should die: for then his pride,
Would be abated, so he got them quit:
Now farewell world, I must into the pit.
But then at last, I found another shift,
I slighted death, and thought on heaven above,
I thought it best, to make it still my drift,
To get the sense of Gods eternall love:
Me thought 'twas brought me by the heav'nly Dore?
And musing of him when he was ascended,
And what he brought; so was my Vision ended.
I slighted death, and thought on heaven above,
I thought it best, to make it still my drift,
To get the sense of Gods eternall love:
Me thought 'twas brought me by the heav'nly Dore?
And musing of him when he was ascended,
And what he brought; so was my Vision ended.
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