Of lists,1 Knot snarled ruffs, Loose broken tufts Of twists, Are my torn meditation's ragged clothing, How can my soul But famish With this food? Pleasure's full bowl Tastes ramish,2 Taints the blood. Profit picks bones, And chews on stones That choke: Honour climbs hills, Fats not, but fills With smoke. And whilst my thoughts are greedy upon these, Clothe me anew, and feed me then afresh Else my soul dies famish'd, and starved with flesh. I'Lists,' ‚''snarled ruffs,' &c.: old pieces of dress.-Ramish:' what is called in Scotland 'wersh,' i. e., tasteless. Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart : LASPING OF HANDS. Lead Teatrine, and I am thine, Ani vrì airage mine the more. viciom dee would be mine, Inacher shock be mine nor thine. Crimine, and fix art mine : To be. No me and to be mine: Ile na si sa make me thine; cher make a Thine and Mine! LORD, I will meat and Fe My busy bean sal FIA Then will I will That thon naT & JERI Not all the teams tf Alum Can hale ordai. Legs are but stampe and Pans This spacious Glace: 1 Devils their red me 13:5 The winds their sins: and A A PARADOX. THE WORSE THE BETTER. WELCOME mine health: this sickness makes me well. When with diseases I have list to dwell, Welcome my strength: this weakness makes me able. When I am weary grown of standing stable, Welcome my wealth: this loss hath gain'd me more. Riches adieu : When I again grow greedy to be poor, I'll wish for you. Welcome my credit: this disgrace is glory. When for renown and fame I shall be sorry, Welcome content: this sorrow is my joy. When I desire such griefs as may annoy, Health, strength, and riches, credit, and content, Blest be that hand, that helps by hurting, gives If in my fall my rising be thy will, Lord, I will say, The worse the better still. INMATES. A HOUSE I had (a heart, I mean), so wide, That viewing it I thought I might do well, Such guests as came: I did; But what befell A guest I had (alas! I have her still), By entertaining her, I lost my right To more than all the world hath now in sight. Each day, each hour, almost, she brought forth one, The charge grew great. I, that had lost before For all the charges of their maintenance In dooms-day book: Whoever knew 't would say Which could not choose but much the debt enhance. |