Tell him here's worse then a confused matter-
His little world's a fathom under water;
Nought but the fervor of his ardent beams

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Hath power to dry the torrent of these streams.

Tell him I would say more, but cannot well:

Oppressed minds abruptest tales do tell.

Now post with double speed, mark what I say;
By all our loves conjure him not to stay.

LONGING FOR HEAVEN

As weary pilgrim now at rest
Hugs with delight his silent nest,
His wasted limbes now lye full soft
That myrie steps have troden oft,
Blesses himself to think upon

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THE DAY OF DOOM

Still was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;

Calm was the season, & carnal reason

thought so 't would last for ay.

"Soul, take thine ease; let sorrow cease;

much good thou hast in store:"

This was their Song, their Cups among,
the Evening before.

Wallowing in all kind of sin,

vile wretches lay secure:

The best of men had scarcely then
their Lamps kept in good ure.

Virgins unwise, who through disguise

amongst the best were number'd, Had clos'd their eyes; yea, and the wise

through sloth and frailty slumber'd.

Like as of old, when Men grow bold

God's threatnings to contemn,

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Straightway appears (they see 't with tears)

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the Son of God most dread,

Who with his Train comes on amain to judge both Quick and Dead.

Before his face the Heav'ns gave place, and Skies are rent asunder,

With mighty voice and hideous noise

more terrible than Thunder.

His brightness damps heav'ns glorious lamps

and makes them hide their heads;

As if afraid and quite dismay'd,

they quit their wonted steads. ...

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His winged Hosts flie through all Coasts,

together gethering

Both good and bad, both quick and dead,

and all to judgment bring.

Out of their holes those creeping Moles

that hid themselves for fear

By force they take and quickly make before the Judge appear. . . .

All silence keep both Goats and Sheep

before the Judge's Throne;

With mild aspect to his Elect

then spake the holy One:

"My Sheep, draw near, your Sentence hear,

which is to you no dread,

Who clearly now discern and know

your sins are pardoned.". . . .

The wicked are brought to the Bar like guilty Malefactors

That oftentimes of bloody Crimes

and Treasons have been Actors. Of wicked Men none are so mean

as there to be neglected,

Nor none so high in dignity

as there to be respected. . . .

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....

Nevertheless they all express,

Christ granting liberty,

What for their way they have to say,

how they have liv'd, and why.

They all draw near and seek to clear

themselves by making pleas.

There Hypocrites, false-hearted wights, do make such pleas as these:

"Lord, in thy Name and by the same

we Devils dispossest.

We rais'd the dead, and ministred

succour to the distrest.

Our painful teaching & pow'rful preaching

by thine own wondrous might

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