Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. A Divine Poem. Written by E. B. Esq; Several Parts thereof set to fit Aires by Mr J. Jenkins |
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THEOPHILA'S LOVE-SONG.
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Self! ô, how mean an Harmonie it breeds!JESUS! All Names this Name of Names exceeds!
This Name's Gods Mercie at full Sea, 'tis Loves
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High Tow'r, Joyes Loadstone; This, my Spirit moves.Hark: Rise my Love, my Fair One, Come away;
Lingring breeds Losse; I am thy Leader, Light, and Way.
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What Speed Speeds self can make, Soul, flie withall;Greatnes and Goodnes most Magnetical!
Shoot, like a Flash of Fire, to th' ruby Wine,
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His precious Blood, transcendently Divine!(How poor those costly pearls were, drunk by Some)
My Lord, drink Blood to me! Let It to th' Worlds Health come!
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All Hope's unanchor'd but in That. Thou art,'Bove Indies Womb, rich to my Love-sick Heart!
Flesh-fair Endowments are but Skin-deep Brags,
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Varnisht Corruption; Wealth is but Cares Bags;The Bag impostom'd choaks. Gold, Beauty, Fame
Are sublunary Mysts to Saints Seraphick Flame.
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JESUS! This fans my Fire, which has at bestBut Grains of Incense, Pounds of Interest.
Go, Int'rest; Take the Principal, Thine own:
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Divine Love loves thy Lovelines alone!What Flames to Thine proportionable be!
LORD, had'st not first lov'd Man, Man could not have lov'd Thee!
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Why lov'st us, but because Thou would'st? O, whyFor Lepers would the Undefiled die?
That Pen was dipt i'th' Standish of thy Blood,
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Which wrot th' Indenture of our termless Good!O, Love, 'bove Wish! Never such Love enroll'd!
Who think their utmost Flames enough for Thee, are cold.
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Whose Highnes did not to be low disdain,Yet, when at Lowest, Highest did remain!
Who bow'dst Heav'ns Altitude, refresh with Flowrs,
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With JESSES Sov'raign Flow'r, my fainting Pow'rs,Which sink (as shaft-struck Hart embost) twixt Grief,
And Joy: Grief for my Sin, Joy for thy free Relief.
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Wrackt is with bitter-sweet Extreams my Minde,Shell'd, sheath'd, cag'd, coffin'd in her treacherous friend;
Her always tempting mass of Flesh She bears,
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Her Hopes, did they not sprout from Thee, were fears:Hope, Thou Perfume of Lovers, for thy Sake
Love's generous, throws at All: Life's but a petty Stake;
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Scarce worth the Prize. Love makes two Spirits but one;Me, Counterpart to thy Indenture, own;
I, active then as Light, tread Air and Flame,
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Without or Wing, or Chariot; and disclaimAll the faint Sweets of Earth. Thy Spirit views
How in Loves torrid Zone thy sweltring Martyr stews.
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Row me, ye Dove-wingd Oars, whom Hope do's buoy,To wisht-for Hav'n, flowing with Tides of Joy!
Yet wish I not, my Joy, thy Joyes Above,
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Meerly for Joy; nor Pleasures of thy Love,Only for Love of Pleasure; No, let free
Spiritual Languors teem! Fruitful, yet Virgins be!
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Give, give me Children, or I die! Love, restThy Head upon the Pillows of my Breast!
When me Thou shalt impregn'd with Vertues make
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A fruitful Eden, All the Frutage take!Thy Passion, Jonathan, below did move;
Rapt Spirits, in high Excess flame with intensest Love!
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My Life is hid with Thee in GOD! DescryThy Self, ô, Thou, my plighted Spouse, that I
May ever glorious be! That my joy'd Soul
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With Thee may make up Marriage! and my wholeSelf Thee for Bridegroom have! My Hope still sends
Up Come, that I may enter with thy feasted Friends!
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O, That long-long'd for Come! ô, Come! mine Eyes,Loves Sentinels, watch, like officious Spies!
Strike Sparks of Joy t' enflame Loves Tinder! make
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The Exile view her Home, the Dreamer wake!Tears raise the Fire of Love! Ease Sighs of Air,
Fires Passion, watry Tears, and earthy self Despair!
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My Sighs, condens'd to Drops, compute Hours spent!Cancell the Lease of my Clay-Tenement,
Which payes deer Rent of Groans! ô, grant a Writ
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Of Ease! I languish out, not live! PermitA Passe to Sions Mount! But, I resigne
My green-sick Will, though sick of Love, to that of Thine!
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Waitings, which ripen Hopes, are not Delayes;Presence how great, how true's Love, Absence saies:
While Lungs my Breath shall organ, I'l press still
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Th' Exinanition of my o'regrown Will.Behold, I quickly come. O're-joy'd I'm here!
O Come! Till then, each Day's an Age, each Hour a Year.
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JESU! (That Name's Joyes Essence!) hasten on!Throng amorous Sighs for Dissolution!
Fastidious Earth, avant; With Love-plumes soar,
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My Soul, to meet thy Spouse. Can'st wish for more?Only Come! give a RING! Re-eccho then,
O, Come. Even so, LORD JESU, Come! Amen. Amen.
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