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<HEAD>A Chri&s;tians nightly Care.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen thou ha&s;t &s;pent the long&s;om day,</L>
<L>in plea&s;ure and delight,</L>
<L>And after toile, and wearie way,</L>
<L>does &s;eek thy re&s;t at night,</L>
<L>Into thy pain and plea&s;ure pa&s;t,</L>
<L>eke this in labour yet:</L>
<L>Ere &s;leep clo&s;e up thine eyes too fa&s;t,</L>
<L>do not thy God forget.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;earch within thy &s;ecret thoghts,</L>
<L>what deeds did thee he fall:</L>
<L>And if thou find a mi&s;&s;e in ought,</L>
<L>to God for mercie call,</L>
<L>But if thou find nothing ami&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>that thou can&s;t call to minde:</L>
<L>Yet evermore remember this,</L>
<L>there is the more behinde:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And look how well &s;oever it be,</L>
<L>that thou ha&s;t &s;pent this day:</L>
<L>It came of God, and not of thee,</L>
<L>&s;o to direct thy way.</L>
<L>Thus if thou try thy daily deeds,</L>
<L>and plea&s;ure in this pain:</L>
<L>Thy life &s;hall clean&s;e thy corn from weeds</L>
<L>and thine &s;hall be the gain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if thy &s;leepy &s;infull eye,</L>
<L>will venter for to wink,</L>
<L>Before thy wilfull will may try,</L>
<L>how far thy &s;oul may &s;ink:</L>
<L>Beware and walk, or el&s;e thy bed</L>
<L>which &s;oft and &s;mooth is made:</L>
<L>Shall heap more evil upon thy head,</L>
<L>then &s;troak of enemies blade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if thy pain procure thine ea&s;e,</L>
<L>in bed as thou do&s;tly,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure it will not God di&s;plea&s;e,</L>
<L>to &s;ing this &s;oberly.</L>
<L>I &s;ee that &s;leep is lent me here,</L>
<L>to ea&s;e my wearie bones,</L>
<L>As death <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">t length will once appear,</L>
<L>to ea&s;e my grievous groanes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My daily &s;ports with bellie fed,</L>
<L>would cau&s;e my &s;leepy eye,</L>
<L>To &s;leep &s;o &s;ound in quiet bed,</L>
<L>whereby my &s;oul might die:</L>
<L>The &s;tretching arms, the ganting breath,</L>
<L>that in my bed I u&s;e:</L>
<L>Are portraicts of the pangs of death,</L>
<L>when life &s;hall me refu&s;e:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as my bed each &s;undry part,</L>
<L>in &s;hadows doth re&s;emble:</L>
<L>Then &s;undry &s;hapes of death, who&s;e dart</L>
<L>will make my heart to tremble:</L>
<L>My bed it &s;elfe is like the grave,</L>
<L>my &s;heets, the winding &s;heet:</L>
<L>My cloathes, the moulds which I mu&s;t have</L>
<L>to cover me mo&s;t meet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The hungry flaes, that lowp mo&s;t fre&s;h</L>
<L>to worms I can compare,</L>
<L>Which greedily will eat my fle&s;h,</L>
<L>and leave my bones right bare:</L>
<L>The waking Cock that airly crowes,</L>
<L>to put the night away,</L>
<L>Puts me to minde the Trump that blowes</L>
<L>before the latter day,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then as I ri&s;e us lu&s;tily,</L>
<L>when &s;luggi&s;h &s;leep is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>So hope I to ri&s;e joyfullie,</L>
<L>to judgement at the la&s;t.</L>
<L>Thus will I wake, thus will I &s;leep,</L>
<L>thus will I hope to ri&s;e.</L>
<L>Thus will I neither wail nor weep,</L>
<L>but &s;ing in holy gui&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My bones &s;hall in this bed remain,</L>
<L>my &s;oul in God &s;hall tru&s;t:</L>
<L>By whom I hope to ri&s;e again</L>
<L>from death and earthly du&s;t,</L>
<L>All laud and prai&s;e be to the Lord,</L>
<L>and al&s;o to his Sonne</L>
<L>And likewi&s;e to the holy Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>and &s;o my &s;ong is done.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Sad Mar&s;hall to the &s;inging Larke,</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Ble&s;&s;ed bird, who&s;e &s;oaring Song,</L>
<L>declares the light&s;ome day!</L>
<L>I'm forc'd to ble&s;&s;e thy little tongue,</L>
<L>for thy &s;olacious Lay,</L>
<L>Yea, whil&s;t I think on thine e&s;tate,</L>
<L>and hear thine Harmonie,</L>
<L>I find my &s;elf to be ungrate,</L>
<L>who &s;ad and &s;ilent lie;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For thou ha&s;t neither Lands, nor Rent,</L>
<L>nor Riches laid in &s;tore:</L>
<L>And yet doe&s;t &s;ing as &s;ull content,</L>
<L>and with thy Song doe&s;t &s;oar,</L>
<L>But I to whom the loving Lord</L>
<L>hath been more liberal,</L>
<L>I &s;igh and cannot &s;ing a word,</L>
<L>nor move no mirth at all.</L>
<L>What is the cau&s;e that I deplore,</L>
<L>whil&s;t thou &s;o &s;weetly &s;ings,</L>
<L>But that I bunt to have much more</L>
<L>than yet my fortune brings:</L>
<L>But thou into thy mind's at re&s;t,</L>
<L>contented with thy Lot:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I with cares am thus oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>thou chant'&s;t a chearfull note,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mean to move me unto mirth,</L>
<L>then is to be content:</L>
<L>And eke with thee to leave the Earth,</L>
<L>and peirce the Firmament;</L>
<L>For here below is nothing el&s;e,</L>
<L>but cro&s;&s;e, with changing toyes,</L>
<L>But they that in the highe&s;t dwell</L>
<L>have everla&s;ting Joyes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My ble&s;&s;ed bird, tyre not thy tune,</L>
<L>move on thy mu&s;ick &s;weet,</L>
<L>For I with cares was quite undone,</L>
<L>till thou reviv'd my Spirit,</L>
<L>And now, &s;ince thou ha&s;t me re&s;tor'd,</L>
<L>with thee I'll &s;oar, and &s;ing:</L>
<L>Giving all laud unto the Lord,</L>
<L>my high and heaven lie King</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>Finis, quod <HI>Mar&s;hal.</HI></TRAILER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Reply of the Lark.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Man! &s;igh on, for thou ha&s;t cau&s;e</L>
<L>to &s;orrow for thy &s;in,</L>
<L>GOD unto me hath giv'n no Lawes,</L>
<L>to lead my life therein:</L>
<L>But by his will be me ordains,</L>
<L>to &s;ing, and &s;how the day:</L>
<L>But thou, O man! who grief &s;u&s;tains;</L>
<L>&s;hould bow thy knee, and prey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Man! thou &s;hould&s;t be more &s;ad than I,</L>
<L>more dangerous is thy &s;tate:</L>
<L>The world, the fle&s;h, and old <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="3+ letters">by,</L>
<L>thou ha&s;t with to debate.</L>
<L>High is the pryze, if thou take care,</L>
<L>that GOD &s;hall to thee gi<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>Hard is the ca&s;e, if thou de&s;pa<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="3 letters">,</L>
<L>or yet &s;ecure lie live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Short while thou ha&s;t for to d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">plore:</L>
<L>far &s;horter <HI>I</HI> to &s;ing.</L>
<L>A year, or two, or little mor<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>to me my date &s;hall bring,</L>
<L>And when the winter waxeth bold,</L>
<L>my layes &s;hall lurk full lov:</L>
<L>For I mu&s;t &s;hield me in &s;ome hold,</L>
<L>till brumal bla&s;ts o'reblow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yea, fragrant flowrs in &s;ummer fair</L>
<L>&s;hall then both droup and die:</L>
<L>Fi&s;h in the floods, fowls in the Air,</L>
<L>have their adver&s;itie.</L>
<L>For every time is not the Spring:</L>
<L>no &s;tate &s;tands ay at ones</L>
<L>There is a time for us to &s;ting,</L>
<L>a time for &s;ighs and groans.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take everie &s;tate to come from God,</L>
<L>both wealth, want, weal, and wo,</L>
<L>And when he layes on thee his Rad,</L>
<L>thy vi&s;itation know:</L>
<L>Yea, when he makes thy cup to flow,</L>
<L>think on adver&s;itie:</L>
<L>Le&s;t that thy wealth thy wit o'rgrow;</L>
<L>in thy pro&s;peritie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet le<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> no &s;adne&s;&s;e thee o'rthrow,</L>
<L>for trifles which thou tires:</L>
<L>Oft whil&s;t t<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e earth is clad with &s;now,</L>
<L>the Sun mo&s;t brig<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">tlie &s;hines,</L>
<L>Though for un<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters">wn, be not afraid</L>
<L>each cloud is not a &s;hower</L>
<L>When griefe is gone, and thou art glad,</L>
<L>it &s;hall be &s;weet that's &s;owre</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No mortal man may climb the top</L>
<L>of full felicitie:</L>
<L>We do but &s;eldom hit our Scope,</L>
<L>how low &s;oever it be,</L>
<L>Though thou wer't mounted to the hight</L>
<L>whereto thy thoughts a&s;pir<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</L>
<L>Some higher object out o<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ight</L>
<L>would kindle new de&s;ires.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then let no world lie vanitie</L>
<L>in vain oppre&s;&s;e thy &s;p'rit,</L>
<L>Come. &s;oar with me above the Skie,</L>
<L>to thy Redeemer &s;weet,</L>
<L>Sing of thy la&s;ting libertie,</L>
<L>when all the&s;e pains are pa&s;t:</L>
<L>Sing of thy joyfull jubilie,</L>
<L>thou &s;halt enjoy at la&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So &s;hall thy wi&s;hes be compleat,</L>
<L>to the mo&s;t high degree:</L>
<L>So shall thy pre&s;ent cro&s;&s;e be &s;weet,</L>
<L>how &s;owre &s;oever it be,</L>
<L>Then &s;ing, and &s;igh; &s;igh and &s;ing,</L>
<L>till thou enjoy that Day</L>
<L>Of perfect joy, with Chri&s;t thy King,</L>
<L>where thou shalt &s;ing for ay.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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