And I first got a pledge of promised grace:
But ah! what served it to be happy so?
pleasures double but new woe?
THE beauty and the life
Of lifes and beautys fairest paragon
O tears! O grief!hung at a
To which pale Atropos had set her knife;
The soul with many a groan
Had left each outward
And now did take his last leave of the heart:
Naught else did want, save death, evn to be dead;
the afflicted band about her bed,
Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes,
Cried, Ah! and can Death
MY thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
But he, grim-grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns,
and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deckd with beautys rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and
will not come.
NEW doth the sun appear,
The mountains snows decay,
Crownd with frail flowers forth comes
the baby year.
My soul, time posts away;
And thou yet in that frost
Which flower and fruit hath lost,
all here immortal were, dost stay.
For shame! thy powers awake,
Look to that Heaven which never night
And there at that immortal suns bright rays,
Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of
THE last and greatest Herald of Heavens King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he than man more harmless found and mild.
food was locusts, and what young doth spring
With honey that from virgin hives distilld;
hollow eyes, some uncouth thing
Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.
There burst he forth: All
ye, whose hopes rely
On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn;
Repent, repent, and from old errors
Who listend to his voice, obeyd his cry?
Only the echoes, which he made relent,
Rung from their
marble caves Repent! Repent!
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