Divine raptvres or piety in poesie :: :: University of Virginia Library

O how my heart is ravisht! thoughts aspire
To thinke on thee my Christ: my zeales on fire,
What shall I doe my love? me thinkes mine eyes
Behold thee still, yet still I Tantalize;
Ten thousand lets stand arm'd and all agree,
Conspiring how to part my love and me.
Presumption like Olympus scales the skye,
A mountaine for to part my Love and I.

Despaire presents a gulfe, a greedy grave
Much like the jawes of the infernall Cave:
But what of this? though hils are nere so high
Whose sunne-confronting tops upbraide the skye
Ile trample o're, and make them know tis meete
Their proudest heads should stoope and kisse my feete:
Ile stride o're cares deeper then Neptunes well,
Whose threatning jawes doe yawne as wide as hell:
Although the sea boyles in her angry tides
And watry mountaines knocke at Heavens sides,
Though every puffe of Neptunes angry breath
Should raise a wave and every wave a death,
Ile scorne his threates should stop my course, or quell
My pace, though every death presents a hell:
Yea Ile adventure through those swelling stormes
Whose billowes seemes to quench great Phœbes hornes,
Mountaines shall be as molehilles, every wave
Tost in the fretfull region, shall outbrave
No more then streames that shew their wanton pranckes,
Gliding along by Thames his petty banckes:
But grant that seas should swell, and tossing tides
With stormes should crush my waving vessels sides:
Suppose for footemen mountaines are too steepe,
Each hill too high, and every cave too deepe:
Suppose all earth conspire to stop: care I?
My faith will lend me wings and then Ile flye:
O how Ile laugh to see that mounting clay!
O how Ile smile at that that stopt my way!
O how I laugh to see the Ocean straine
Her banckes for to oppose and all in vaine!
And can you blame me? when I'me once above
Ile care for none, for none but thou my Love.

Thou art my path: I shall not goe awry:
My sight shall never faile: thou art my eye:
Thou art my clothing: I shan't naked be:
I am no bondman: thou hast made me free;
I am not pin'd with sickenesse: thou art health:
I am no whit impoverisht, thou art wealth.