CHEAP MEDICINE.

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Of phyfic, that's phyfic indeed.
Hark hither, reader! wilt thou see
Nature her own physician be?
Wilt see a man, all his own wealth,
His own mufic, his own health;
A man whose sober soul can tell
How to wear her garments well;
Her garments that upon her fit,
As garments fhould do, close and fit;

A well-cloth'd soul that's not oppreff'd

Nor chok'd with what fhe fhould be dreff'd ;

A soul fheath'd in a cryftal fhrine,

Through which all her bright features shine;

As when a piece of wanton lawn,

A thin, aerial veil, is drawn
O'er beauty's face, seeming to hide,
More sweetly shows the blufhing bride;
A soul, whose intellectual beams

No mifts do mask, no lazy ftreams;

A happy soul, that all the way

To heaven rides in a summer's day?
Would't see a man, whose well-warmed blood
Bathes him in a genuine flood?

A man whose tunéd humors be

A seat of rareft harmony?

Would't see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile

Age? Would't see December smile?
Would't see nefts of new roses grow

In a bed of reverend snow ? ·

Warm thoughts, free spirits flattering
Winter's self into a spring?

In sum, would't see a man that can
Live to be old-and ftill a man?

Whose latest and most leaden hours

Fall with soft wings, ftuck with soft flowers;
And when life's sweet fable ends,

Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a figh, and so away?

This rare one, reader, would'st thou see?

Hark hither! and thyself be he.

Richard Crafhaw. 1637-1650.

VIRTUE.

F Virtue be thy guide,

IF

True comfort is thy path,

And thou secure from erring steps,
That lead to vengeance wrath.

Not wideft open door,

Nor spacious ways fhe goes;

To ftraight and narrow gate and way,
She calls, the leads, fhe fhows.

She calls, the fewest come;

She leads the humble spirited; She shows them reft at race's end, Soul's reft to heaven invited.

'Tis fhe that offers moft :;

'Tis fhe that moft refuse;

'Tis fhe prevents the broad way plagues, Which moft do wilful choose.

Do choose the wide, the broad,
The left-hand way and gate:

These Vice applauds, these Virtue loathes,
And teacheth 'hers to hate.

Her ways are pleasant ways,
Upon the right-hand side;
And heavenly happy is that soul
Takes Virtue for her guide.

Robert Southwell. 1562-1569.

WAL

WALKING IN LIGHT.

ALK in the light!-So fhalt thou know
That fellowship of love,

His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above!

Walk in the light! And fin, abhorred,

Shall ne'er defile again;

The blood of Jesus Christ our Lord
Shall cleanse from every stain!

Walk in the light! And thou shalt find

Thy heart made truly His,

Who dwells in cloudlefs light enshrined,

In whom no darkness is!

Walk in the light! - And thou fhalt own

Thy darkness passed away,

Because that light hath on thee shone,
In which is perfect day!

Walk in the light! And even the tomb
No fearful fhade shall wear;

Glory fhall chase away its gloom,

For Chrift hath conquered there!

Walk in the light!

And thou fhalt see

A path, though thorny, bright;

For God, by grace, fhall dwell in thee,

And God Himself is light!

Barton.

VEIL

EIL, Lord, mine eyes till fhe be past,
When Folly tempts my fight;

Keep Thou my palate and my taste
From gluttonous delight.

Stop Thou mine ear from syrens' songs,
My tongue from lies reftrain;
Withhold my hands from doing wrongs,

My feet from courses vain:

Teach, likewise, ev'ry other sense

To act an honest part,