He gives me wealth; I give him all my Vowes :
I give him songs; He gives me length of dayes:
With wreathes of Grace he crownes my conqu❜ring browes :
And I, his Temples, with a Crowne of Praise,
Which he accepts as an everlasting signe,
That I my Best-Beloveds am; that He is mine.

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Ord when the wise men came from farr

Lord

Ledd to thy Cradle by A Starr,
Then did the shepheards too rejoyce,
Instructed by thy Angells voyce,
Blest were the wisemen in their skill,
And shepheards in their harmelesse will.

Wisemen in tracing natures lawes
Ascend unto the highest cause,
Shepheards with humble fearefulnesse
Walke safely, though their light be lesse :
Though wisemen better know the way
It seemes noe honest heart can stray.

Ther is noe merrit in the wise
But love, (the shepheards sacrifice).
Wisemen all wayes of knowledge past,
To th' shepheards wonder come at last,
To know, can only wonder breede,
And not to know, is wonders seede.

A wiseman at the Alter bowes
And offers up his studied vowes
And is received; may not the teares,

Which spring too from a shepheards feares,
And sighs upon his fraylty spent,
Though not distinct, be eloquent?

Tis true, the object sanctifies

All passions which within us rise,
But since noe creature comprehends
The cause of causes, end of ends,
Hee who himselfe vouchsafes to know

Best pleases his creator soe.

When then our sorrowes we applye
To our owne wantes and poverty,
When wee looke up in all distresse
And our owne misery confesse
Sending both thankes and prayers above,

Then though wee do not know, we love.

Sidney Godolphin.

To the Noblest & Best of Ladyes, the Countesse of Denbigh,

Perswading her to Resolution in Religion.

Hat heav'n-intreated HEART is This

W stands trembling at the gate of blisse;

Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture
Fairly to open it, and enter,

Whose DEFINITION is a Doubt

Twixt Life & Death, twixt In & Out.
Say, lingring fair! why comes the birth
Of your brave soul so slowly forth?
Plead your pretences (o you strong
In weaknes!) why you choose so long
In labor of your selfe to ly,

Nor daring quite to live nor dy?
Ah linger not, lov'd soul! a slow
And late consent was a long No,
Who grants at last, a long time tryd
And did his best to have deny'd,

What magick bolts, what mystick Barres
Maintain the will in these strange warres!
What fatall, yet fantasick, bands

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Keep The free Heart from it's own hands!

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So when the year takes cold, we see
Poor waters their owne prisoners be.
Fetter'd, & lockt up fast they ly
In a sad selfe-captivity.

The' astonisht nymphs their flood's strange fate deplore,
To see themselves their own severer shore.

Thou that alone canst thaw this cold,

And fetch the heart from it's strong Hold;
Allmighty LOVE! end this long warr,
And of a meteor make a starr.

O fix this fair INDEFINITE.

And 'mongst thy shafts of soveraign light
Choose out that sure decisive dart
Which has the Key of this close heart,
Knowes all the corners of't, & can controul
The self-shutt cabinet of an unsearcht soul.
O let it be at last, love's houre.

Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre;

Come once the conquering way; not to confute
But kill this rebell-word, IRRESOLUTE

That so, in spite of all this peevish strength

Of weaknes, she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH,
Unfold at length, unfold fair flowre

And use the season of love's showre,
Meet his well-meaning Wounds, wise heart!

And hast to drink the wholsome dart.
That healing shaft, which heavn till now
Hath in love's quiver hid for you.
O Dart of love! arrow of light!
O happy you, if it hitt right,

It must not fall in vain, it must
Not mark the dry regardles dust.
Fair one, it is your fate; and brings

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