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dead.
     II.
          
The
S ONNE
        O Sonne of God, who seeing two things,
    Sinne, and death crept in, which were never made,
        By bearing one, tryed’st with what stings
    The other could thine heritage invade;
                   O be thou nail’d unto my heart,
                   And crucified againe,
    Part not from it, though it from thee would part,
    But let it be by applying so thy paine,
    Drown’d in thy blood, and in thy passion slaine.
    III.
    The
H OLY G HOST
        O Holy Ghost, whose temple I
    Am, but of mudde walls, and condensed dust,
        And being sacrilegiously
    Halfe wasted with youths fires, of pride and lust,
                   Must with new stormes be weatherbeat;
                   Double in my heart thy flame,
    Which let devout sad teares intend; and let
    (Though this glasse lanthorne, flesh, do suffer maime)
    Fire, Sacrifice, Priest, Altar be the same.
     IV.
         
The
T RINITY
        O Blessed glorious Trinity,
    Bones to Philosophy, but milke to faith,
        Which, as wise serpents, diversly
    Most slipperinesse, yet most entanglings hath,
                   As you distinguish’d undistinct
                   By power, love, knowledge bee,
    Give mee a such selfe different instinct
    Of these let all mee elemented bee,
    Of power, to love, to know, you unnumbred three.
      V.
      
The Virgin
M ARY
        For that faire blessed Mother-maid,
    Whose flesh redeem’d us; That she-Cherubin,
        Which unlock’d Paradise, and made
    One claime for innocence, and disseiz’d sinne,
                   Whose wombe was a strange heav’n for there
                   God cloath’d himselfe, and grew,
    Our zealous thankes wee poure. As her deeds were
    Our helpes, so are her prayers; nor can she sue
    In vaine, who hath such title unto you.
     VI.
          
The Angels
        And since this life our nonage is,
    And wee in Wardship to thine Angels be,
        Native in heavens faire Palaces,
    Where we shall be but denizen’d by thee,
                   As th’earth conceiving by the Sunne,
                   Yeelds faire diversitie,
    Yet never knowes which course that light doth run,
    So let mee study, that mine actions bee
    Worthy their sight, though blinde in how they see.
    VII.
        
The Patriarches
        And let thy Patriarches Desire
    (Those great Grandfathers of thy Church, which saw
        More in the cloud, then wee in fire,
    Whom Nature clear’d more, then us Grace and Law,
                   And now in Heaven still pray, that wee
                   May use our new helpes right,)
    Be sanctified and fructifie in mee;
    Let not my minde be blinder by more light
    Nor Faith by Reason added, lose her sight.
    VIII.
          
The Prophets
        Thy Eagle-sighted Prophets too,
    Which were thy Churches Organs, and did sound
        That harmony, which made of two
    One law, and did unite, but not confound;
                   Those heavenly Poëts which did see
                   Thy will, and it expresse
    In rythmique feet, in common pray for mee,
    That I by them excuse not my excesse
    In seeking secrets, or Poëtiquenesse.
     IX.
          
The Apostles
        And thy illustrious Zodiacke
    Of twelve Apostles, which ingirt this All,
        (From whom whosoever do not take
    Their light, to darke deep pits, throw downe, and fall,)
                   As through their prayers, thou’hast let mee know
                   That their bookes are divine;
    May they pray still, and be heard, that I goe
    Th’old broad way in applying; O decline
    Mee, when my comment would make thy word mine.
      X.
          
The Martyrs
        And since thou so desirously
    Did’st long to die, that long before thou could’st,
        And long since thou no more could’st