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THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. CANTO XIII. The Reinvitation.
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THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair:
Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes the Aire:
Shee's a refin'd, & rare-composed Creature,
Compleat in Mind, & as exact in Feature:
Ingenious Sweet, faire, & proportion well,
In Her do meet without a Parallell.
Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes the Aire:
Shee's a refin'd, & rare-composed Creature,
Compleat in Mind, & as exact in Feature:
Ingenious Sweet, faire, & proportion well,
In Her do meet without a Parallell.
THE ARGUMENT.
Who Chance, Change, Hopes, and Fears can under bring;Who can obey, yet rule each Thing,
And sleight Misfortune with a brave Disdain, He's King.
I
When lavish Phœbus pours out melted Gold;And Zephyrs breath does Spice unfold;
And we the blew-ey'd Skie in Tissue-Vest behold.
II
Then, view the Mower, who with big-swoln Veins,Wieldeth the crooked Sythe, and strains
To barb the flowrie Tresses of the verdant Plains.
III
Then view we Valleyes, by whose fringed SeamsA Brook of liquid Silver streams,
Whose Water Chrystal seems, Sand Gold, and Pebbles Gems;
IV
Where bright-scal'd gliding Fish on trembling LineWe strike, when they our Hook entwine:
Thence do we make a Visit to a Grave Divine.
V
With harmlesse Shepherds we sometimes do stay,Whose Plainnesse does outvie the Gay,
While nibling Ewes do bleat, & frisking Lambs do stray.
VI
With Them, we strive to recollect, and findeDisperst Flocks of our rambling Minde;
Internal Vigils are to that due Work design'd.
VII
No puffing Hopes, no shrinking Fears Them fright;No begging Wants on Them do light;
They wed Content, while Sloth feels Want, & Brav'ry Spite.
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VIII
While Swains the burth'ning Fleeces shear away,Oat-pipes to past'ral Sonnets Play,
And all the merry Hamlet Bells chime Holy Day.
IX
In neighbring Meads, with Ermin Mantles proud,Our Eyes and Ears discern a Crowd
Of wide-horn'd Oxen, trampling Grass with Lowings loud.
X
Next Close feeds many a strutting udder'd Cow;Hard by, tir'd Cattle draw the Plough,
Whose galled Necks with Toil and Languishment do bow.
XI
Neer which, in restlesse Stalks, wav'd Grain promotesThe skipping Grashoppers hoarse Notes;
While round the aery Choristers distend their Throats.
XII
Dry Seas, with golden Surges, ebbe and flow;The ripening Ears smile as we go,
With Boasts to crack the Barn, so numberless they show.
XIII
When Sol to Virgo Progresse takes, and FieldsWith his prolonged Lustre gilds;
When Sirius chinks the Ground, the Swain his Hope then builds.
XIV
Soon as the Sultrie Month has mellow'd Corn,Gnats shake their Spears, and winde their Horn;
The Hindes do sweat through both their Skins, & Shopsters scorn.
XV
Their Orchards with ripe Fruit impregned be,Fruit that from Taste of Death is free,
And such as gives Delight with choice Varietie.
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XVI
Yet who in's thriving Minde improves his State,And Virtue Steward Makes, his Fate
Transcends; He's rich at an inestimable Rate.
XVII
He shuns Prolixer Law-suits; nor does waitAt Thoughtful Grandies prouder Gate;
Nor 'larming Trumpets him, nor drowning Storms amate.
XVIII
From costly Bills of greedy Emp'ricks free,From Plea of Ambo-dexters Fee,
From Vicar Any Thing, the worst of all the Three.
XIX
He in Himself, Himself to rule, retires;And can, or blow, or quench his Fires:
All Blessings up are bound in bounding up Desires.
XX
His little World commands the Great: He thereRich Mem'ry has for Treasurer;
The Tongue is Secretary to his Heart, and Ear.
XXI
While May-Dayes London Gallants take a Pride,Coacht through Hide Park, to eye, be ey'd,
Which Dayes vain Cost might for the Poor a Yeer provide;
XXII
He may to Groves of Myrrhe in Triumph pace,Where Roots of Nature, Flow'rs of Grace,
And Fruits of Glory bud. A Glimps of Heav'n the Place.
XXIII
This the Spring-Garden to spiritual Eyes,Which fragrant Scent of Gums out-vies;
Three Kings had thence their triple mystick Sacrifice.
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XXIV
O, happier Walks, where Christ, and none besideIs Journeies End, and Way, and Guide!
Where from the humble Plains are greatest Heights descry'd.
XXV
Heav'nward his Gaze. Here does a Bower displayHis Bride-room, and Scripturia
Her self is Bride; Each Morn presents his Marriage-Day.
XXVI
What Ecstasie's in this delicious Grove!Th' unwitnest Witnes of his Love!
What Pow'r so strongly can as flam'd Affections move!
XXVII
The Larks, wing'd Travellers, that trail the Skie,Unsoyl'd with Lusts, aloft do fly,
Warbling Scripturia, Scripturia on high.
XXVIII
(T' have been affected by a Virgin Heir,Rich, young, and chast, wise, good, and fair,
Was once his first Delight, but Heav'n restrain'd that Care!
XXIX
Thou, Providence, dist both their Wills restrain;Thou mad'st their Losses turn to Gain;
For Thou gav'st Heav'n to her, on him dost Blessings rain!)
XXX
But stop, pleas'd Thoughts; A high'r Love's here design'd;Fit in each Breast to be enshrin'd;
Bright Angels do admit no Sex, nor do's the Minde.
XXXI
To all her Lovers thousand Joyes accrew;And Comforts, thicker than Mayes Dew,
Shour down on their rapt Souls, as Infinite as new!
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XXXII
Her Oracles directing Rules declare,Unerring Oracles, Truths Square;
Her Soul-informing Light does Earth for Heav'n prepare.
XXXIII
All beatizing Sweets, as in their Hive,At her fair Presence do arrive,
Which are to drooping Spirits best Restorative.
XXXIV
To whose Sight Eagles, paralell'd, are blinde;Had Argus thousand Eyes, he'd finde
Darknesse, compar'd with her illuminating Minde.
XXXV
The Sun does glean his Splendor from her Eyes;Thence burn we' in Sweets, as Phœnix lies
Glowing on Sols Ray-darted Pile of Spiceries.
XXXVI
From pretious Limbeck sacred Loves distillSuch Sublimations, as do fill
Mindes with amazed Raptures of their Chimick Skill.
XXXVII
That such Soul-Elevations still might stay,We'd bear and do, both vow and pay,
And serve the Lord of Lords by her directive Way!
XXXVIII
Soon as our Ear drinks in His Command,Be't acted by our Heart, and Hand;
Under his Banner we shall Satans Darts withstand.
XXXIX
May He accept the Musick of our Voice,While on his Goodnesse we rejoyce,
And while each melting Psalm makes on His Grace its Choice.
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XL
On Feast-Dayes from that Bour to Church we haste,Where Heav'n dissolves into Repast,
When we Regalios of the mystick Banquet taste.
XLI
O, Deliccaies, infinitely pure!To Souls best Nutriment and Cure!
Where Knowledge, Faith, and Love Beatitude ensure.
XLII
Poor Solomons Provision, poor to This,Manna, Heav'n-dewing Banquet, is:
Who reigns in Heav'n becomes on Earth our Food and Bliss.
XLIII
O, Sacramental Cates, divinely drest!God the Feast-maker, Christ the Feast,
The Holy Ghost Inviter, and the Soul the Guest!
XLIV
All Joyes await the blessed Convives, knitAll Excellencies are in It,
This overcomes our Spirits, overpowr's our Wit!
XLV
For us, poor Worms, that Glories Soveraign dy'd!O, let our fleshly Barks still ride
At Anchor in calm Streams of His empierced Side!
XLVI
This is Heav'ns Antepast! By UnionHe's One to All, and All to One
In Loves intrinsick Mystery to Souls alone!
XLVII
Ecstatick Raptures loose our Hearts on highWith Joyes Ineffabilitie!
Exub'rant Sweets orewhelm, as Torrents, Tongue & Eye.
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XLVIII
Such Life-infusing Comforts, from Above,Our Souls with inward Motions move,
That totally for God we quit all Creature Love!
XLIX
Should He condemn us, yet would Love compellHim down with us, and we would dwell
Rather than without Him in Heav'n, with Him in Hell.
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Soul of my Soul! when I a Joy receiveDisjoyn'd from Thee, let my Tongue cleave
To's Palate! Me of All, not of this Feast bereave!
LI
Not in the winter Solstice of my Years,When shivering Snow surrounds deaf Ears,
And dreary Languishment Deaths gashly Vizard wears;
LII
When they shall tremble that the House defend;The Columns which support it bend;
The Grinders fail, the Watch through Casements Objects blend;
LIII
Then shine, dear Lord! when quivering Winters DressIs icicled with hoary Tresse;
VVhen all Streams frozen are, but Tears, through Loves Excess;
LIV
VVhen periwig'd with Snow's each bald-pate VVood,Bound in Ice-Chains each strugling Flood;
VVhen North-Seas bridled are, pris'ning their scaly Brood.
LV
Then let those freezing How'rs be thaw'd by Pray'r!As VVells in VVinter warmer are
By Circumsession of refrigerating Air.
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LVI
That, nipt with Cold, or parcht with Heat, resignWe may our Will in each to Thine,
Be't lesse or more, be't low or high, be't Storm or Shine.
LVII
After Nights Soot smears Heav'n, Day gilds its Face;Wet April past, sweet May takes place;
And Calm Air smiles, when rufling Winds have run their Race.
LVIII
Who hope for Mines, scorn Dross; Such only getWho lose a Game to win the Set:
Wordlings, He's rich who's Good; Above's his Cabinet.
LIX
To well-tun'd Tempers Things that disagreeHave oft some Likenesse; thus, we see
Winde kindles Fire; Discord makes Concord Harmony.
LX
Affliction tunes the Breast to rise, or fall,Making the whole Man Musicall;
We may Affliction Christians second Baptism call.
LXI
Who Christ for Spouse, his Cross for Joynture has;His Hand supports, where's Rod doth passe:
The Lord of Angels, He the King of Suff'rings was.
LXII
Loves Life took Death, that Death Loves Life might gain!The Soveraign dy'd that Slaves might reign!
The World can't Books that should be writ of Him contain.
LXIII
Those have the greatest Cross, who Cross nere bore;They'r rich in Want, who God adore;
Who do's supply all Emptiness with His full Store.
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LXIV
Saint Paul, the Gentiles Doctor, rich 'bove Kings,And high 'bove Oratories Wings,
Rapt up to Heav'n, had Nothing, yet possest all Things.
LXV
The Rav'n of Birds proves Caterer, and feastsElijah; so the Lion of Beasts
Was Samsons Purveyor; Quails to murm'ring Jews were Guests.
LXVI
Midst Thorns environ'd, Love sweet Roses findes;Steep wayes lie plain t'inamor'd Mindes;
Love gilds all Chains (surpriz'd not thrall'd) wth Comfort binds.
LXVII
Then, threaten, World, a Goal shall bolt me in;He's free, as Air, who serves not Sin;
VVho's gather'd in Himself, His self is his own Inne.
LXVIII
Then let fierce Goths their strongest Chains prepare;Grim Scythians me their Slave declare;
My Soul being free, those Tyrants in the Face I'l stare.
LXIX
Man may confine the Bodie, but the Minde(Like Natures Miracles, the VVinde
And Dreams) do's, though secur'd, a free enjoyment find.
LXX
Rayes drawn in to'a point more vig'rous beam;Joyes more to Saints, engoal'd, did stream;
Linnets their Cage to be a Grove, Bars Boughs esteem.
LXXI
Burnisht to Glory from Afflictions Flame,From Prison to a Scepter came
The lov'd and fear'd Eliza—Titles vail t' Her Name.
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LXXII
She past the Furnace to be more refin'd;From Flames drew Purity of Minde,
Not heat of Passion; hence, being try'd, She brighter shin'd.
LXXIII
Here wound, here lance me, Lord, thy Austin cries,Dissect me here for Paradise!
The Cross the Altar be, so Love be Sacrifice!
LXXIV
Imprint thy Love so deep into my Heart,That neither Hunger, Thirst, nor Smart,
Gain, Losse, nor Thraldom, Life nor Death Us ever part!
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LXXV
Should Foes rip up my Breast with piercing Blade,My Soul would but have Passage made,
Through which to Heav'n she might in Purple Riv'lets wade.
LXXVI
Forbid the Banes 'twixt Soul and Body joyn'd,The Corps but falls to be refin'd,
And re-espous'd unto the Glorifi'd high Minde.
LXXVII
Who makes th' Almighty his Delight, He goesTo Martyrdom, as to Repose;
The Red Sea leads to Palestine, where all Joy flowes.
LXXVIII
Steel'd 'gainst Afflictions Anvel, let's becomeProud of the Worlds severest Doom;
No Majestie on Earth is like to Martyrdome.
LXXIX
Enter into thy Masters Joy's so great,This Thought is with such Flames repleat,
That from th' High Court of Mercy Souls all Deaths defeat.
LXXX
Who saith, Fear not, Him must we fear alone;Blest, whom no Fear makes Faith be gone;
How many must they fear, who fear not only One!
LXXXI
We are but once to our Graves Port brought in,To which from Birth w' have sailing bin,
It matters not what Way, so we scape Rocks of Sin.
LXXXII
But, hark, 'tis late; the Whislers knock from Plough;The droyling Swineheards Drum beats now;
Maids have their Cursies made to th' spungy-teated Cow.
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LXXXIII
Larks roosted are, the folded Flocks are pentIn hurdled Grates, the tir'd Ox sent
In loose Trace home, now Hesper lights his Torch his Tent.
LXXXIV
See glimmering Light, the Pharos of our Cot;By Innocence protected, not
By Guards, we thither tend, where Ev'n-song's not forgot
LXXXV
O, Pray'r! Thou Anchor through the Worldly Sea!Thou sov'raign Rhet'rick, 'bove the Plea
Of Flesh! that feed'st the fainting Soul, thou art Heav'ns Key.
LXXXVI
Blest Season, when Dayes Eye is clos'd, to winOur Heart to clear th' Account, when Sin
Has past the Audit, Ravishments of Soul begin.
LXXXVII
Who never wake to meditate, or weep,Shall sure be sentenc'd for their Sleep;
Night to forepassed Day should still strict Centrie keep.
LXXXVIII
O let them perish midst their flaring Clay,Who value Treasures with a Day
Devoutly spent! Faith's the true Gem, the World a Gay.
LXXXIX
So wastful, Us'rer, as thy self, there's None,Who loosest three true Gems for one
That's counterfeit; Thy Rest, Fame, Soul for ever gone!
XC
When darkning Mists our Hemisphear invade,Of all the Air when one Blot's made,
Mortals immantled in their silent gloomie shade,
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XCI
Then for an Hour, (Elixir of Delight!)We, Heav'n beleag'ring, pray and write,
When every Eye is lockt, but those that watch the Night.
XCII
Saints fight on bended Knees; their Weapons areDefensive Patience, Tears, and Pray'r;
Their Valour most, when without Witness, Hell do's scare.
XCIII
May whiter Wishes, wing'd with Zeal, appearLovely unto Thy purest Ear,
Where nothing is accepted but what's chast, and clear!
XCIV
Lifes hectick Fits finde Cordials in Pray'rs Hive,Transcendently Restorative,
Which might our Iron Age to its first Gold retrive.
XCV
See, listning Time runs back to fetch the AgeOf Gold, when Pray'r does Heav'n engage;
Devotion is Religions Life-blood; 'tis Gods Page,
XCVI
Who brings rich Bliss by Bills of sure Exchange;The Blessings that the Poor arrange
For Alms receiv'd that Day, beatifies our Grange.
XCVII
Dance, Nabals, with large Sails on smiling Tides,Till the black Storm against you rides,
Whose pitchie Rains interminable Vengeance guides!
XCVIII
But, Lord, let Charitie our Table spread;Let Unity adorn our Bed;
And may soft Love be Pillow underneath our Head!
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XCIX
Enricht, lets darn up Want; what Fortune canOr give, or take away from Man,
We prize not much: Heav'n payes the good Samaritan.
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Thus, Life, still blessing, and still blest, we spend;Thus entertain we Death, as Friend,
To disapparel us for Glories endlesse End.
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Who, thus forgot, in Graces growes, as Years,Loves cherisht Pray'r, unwitnest Tears,
Rescu'd from monstrous Men, no other Monster fears.
CII
They who their dwelling in Abdera had,Did think Democritus was mad;
He knew twas so of them. The Application's sad.
CIII
Knew but the World what Comforts, tiding on,Flow to such Recollection,
It would run mad with Envie, be with Rage undone.
CIV
O, Sequestration! Rich, to Worldlings Shame;A Life's our Object, not a Name:
Herostratus did sail, like Witch, i'th' Air of Fame.
CV
Get long-breath'd Chronicles, ye need such Alms,Sue from Diurnal Breefs for Palms,
Injurious Grandeur for its frantick Pride wants Balms.
CVI
In Aery Flatt'ries Rumour, not Fame lies;Inconstancie, Times Mistresse, cries
It up, which soon by arguing Time, Truths Parent, dies.
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CVII
Fames Plant takes Root from Vertue, grows thereby;Pure Souls, though Fortune-trod, stand high,
When mundane shallow-searching Breath It self shall die.
CVIII
O, frail Applause of Flesh! swoln Bubbles passe.Turf-fire more Smoak than Splendor has;
What Bulwark firm on Sand? What shell for Pearl may passe?
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But Saints with an attentive Hope from High,On Heav'ns Paroll do live and die;
Passing from Lifes short Night to Dayes Eternitie.
CX
Who blessedly so breathe, and leave their Breath,Of dying Life make living Death;
Each Day, spent like the last, does act a Heav'n beneath.
CXI
Death's one long Sleep, and humane Life no moreThan one short Watch an Hour before:
World! after thy mad Tempest 'tis the landing Shore.
CXII
Mid point betwixt the Lives of Losse, and Gain;The Path to boundlesse Joy, or Pain;
Saints Birth-day, Natures Dread: Grace doth this Bandog chain.
CXIII
When Moses from high Pisgahs Top descry'dFair Canaan, Type o'th' Heav'nly Bride,
He breath'd out his Joy-ravisht Soul, so sweetly dy'd.
CXIV
To Immortalitie the Grave's a Womb;We passe into a Glorious Room
Thorough the gloomie Entry of a narrow Tomb.
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CXV
Lord, as Thou mad'st (most pow'rful One in Three)The World of nothing; so, let me
Make nothing of the World, but make my All in Thee!
CXVI
Pardon the By-steps that my Soul has trod,Most Great, Good, Glorious, Gratious God!
Seal Thou the Bill of my Divorse to Earths dull clod!
CXVII
Thy boundlesse Sourse of Grace the scarlet SpotScour'd white as Wool, that first did blot
Th' Original in Man, that was so fairly wrot.
CXVIII
Check not my Hope, but spurre my Fear to Thee,Virtue to court, and Vice to flee!
Love, lend thou me thy Spurre; Fear, thou my Bridle be.
CXIX
From hence, to run in Heav'nly Paths, I'l strive;My slender Pen to th' World I give;
My only study shall be how to live, to live.
CXX
None Blest, but Those, who, when last Trump shall sendIt Summons, finde the Judge their Friend.
The End doth crown the Work; great God crown thou my
END.
O, ter felicem, fortunatumque quieto
Cui natat in Portu nescia Cymba Metûs!
O DEUS! optato sistant mea Carbasa Cœlo!
Omnis ab æthereis Spes sit habenda Plagis.
Cui natat in Portu nescia Cymba Metûs!
O DEUS! optato sistant mea Carbasa Cœlo!
Omnis ab æthereis Spes sit habenda Plagis.
—Est summus, Jesu, tua Gratia Quæstus.
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