PAIN AND SICKNESS. INCE 'tis God's will-pain, take your course; Exert on me your utmost force; I well God's truth and promise know: He never sends a woe, But His supports divine In due proportion with the affliction join. Though I am frailest of mankind, And apt to waver in the wind; Though me no feeble, bruisèd reed. In weakness can exceed ; My soul on God relies, And I your fierce, redoubled shocks despise. Patient, resign'd, and humble wills Impregnably resist all ills: My God will guide me by His light, No pang can me invade, Beneath His wing's propitious shade. BISHOP KEN. 1637-1710. THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO SEA. AREWELL, fair saint-may not the sea and wind Swell like the hearts and eyes you leave But, calm and gentle as the looks you bear, That it may never look upon your eyes; Of my becalmèd breast learn how to move; tale "Ayres and Dialogues:" Henry Lawes. TO PARENTS WHO HAVE LOST THEIR CHILDREN. HOSE eyes whereon I loved to look, ear, Are out of sight and hearing took, I am a plant whose leaves are cropp'd, To call me Father, none is left : My songs to mournful tunes are made; Which in a child I might have had. Yet all rejoicing is not gone; GEORGE WITHER. SELF-KNOWLEDGE. YSELF am centre of my circling thought; Only myself I study, learn, and know. I know my body's of so frail a kind As force without, fevers within, can kill : I know the heavenly nature of my mind; But 'tis corrupted both in wit and will. I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all : I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall. I know my life's a pain, and but a span ; SIR JOHN DAVIS. 1570-1626. LOVE AND DISCIPLINE. INCE in a land not barren, still And since these biting frosts but kill Blest be Thy dew, and blest Thy frost; And cured by crosses, at Thy cost. The dew doth cheer what is distrest, Thus, while Thy several mercies plot For, as Thy hand the weather steers, |