Otia Sacra Optima Fides [by Mildmay Fane] |
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A Morning Fancy upon recovery from sickness, and the birth of a Son at the same time.
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A Morning Fancy upon recovery from sickness, and the birth of a Son at the same time.
Mark but the Sluggards shame, the Change
Where Pismires numerously doe range;
And you'll conclude, no sight so quick to try
Distinction in Those Creatures industry.
Where Pismires numerously doe range;
And you'll conclude, no sight so quick to try
Distinction in Those Creatures industry.
See but a shower of Motes that seem to beat
Some busie Traffick in a Sun-beams heat:
Then tell me what eye's so distinctiall,
As for to single One out of them all.
Some busie Traffick in a Sun-beams heat:
Then tell me what eye's so distinctiall,
As for to single One out of them all.
This, and much Less is Man, whose numerous fry
Fills the world to preserve posterity:
And yet there was an Eye both frown'd and smil'd;
A Sickness here, but there a Lovely Child.
Fills the world to preserve posterity:
And yet there was an Eye both frown'd and smil'd;
A Sickness here, but there a Lovely Child.
Singling out One, to shew at once the room,
Where's Mercy do His Judgments overcom:
And when the Fatherly Chastisement's don,
Crowns him the joyfull Father of a Son.
Where's Mercy do His Judgments overcom:
And when the Fatherly Chastisement's don,
Crowns him the joyfull Father of a Son.
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What can be here return'd? the full expence
Of a whole Summers toyl and providence,
Or such a pack of lighter Merchandize,
As in the Sun delight to exercise?
Of a whole Summers toyl and providence,
Or such a pack of lighter Merchandize,
As in the Sun delight to exercise?
These, and no better are what we can raise,
To shew our thanks, saving a heart of praise,
Which God Himself must give; and then 'tis no more,
Than t'borrow of one, to pay the same a score.
To shew our thanks, saving a heart of praise,
Which God Himself must give; and then 'tis no more,
Than t'borrow of one, to pay the same a score.
Yet Lord, here be my Creditor, and lend
A Soul, that may so much to Thanks pretend:
That whilst it seeks thine own but to restore,
Thou by acceptance maist create it more.
A Soul, that may so much to Thanks pretend:
That whilst it seeks thine own but to restore,
Thou by acceptance maist create it more.
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