5.

But to make a trade of trying
Drugs and doses, always pruning,
Is to die for fear of dying;
He's untun'd, that's always tuning.
He that often loves to lack

Dear-bought drugs, hath found a knack
To foil the man, and feed the quack.

6

O the sad, the frail condition
Of the pride of nature's glery!
How infirm his composition,
And, at best, how transitory!

When this riot doth impair
Nature's weakness, then his care
Adds more ruin by repair.

7.

Hold thy hand, health's dear maintainer,
Life, perchance, may burn the stronger:
Having substance to sustain her,

She, untouch'd, may last the longer:
When the artist goes about

To redress her flame, I doubt,
Oftentimes he snuffs it out.

NICO

NICOCLES.

Physicians, of all men, are most happy; what good success soever they have, the world proclaimesh; and what faults they commit, the earth covereth.

EPIG. 4.

My purse being heavy, if my light appear
But dim, quack comes to make all clear;
Quack, leave thy trade; thy dealings are not right,
Thou tak'st our weighty gold to give us light.

PSALM

PSALM Xci. 11.

And he will give his angels charge over thee,

1.

HOW mine eyes could please themselves, and
Perpetual ages in this precious sight!

How I could woo eternity, to lend

My wasting day, an antidote for night!
And how my flesh could with my flesh contend,
That views this object with no more delight!

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My work is great, my taper spends too fast : 'Tis all I have, and soon would out or waste, Did not this blessed screen protect it from this blast.

2.

O, I have lost the jewel of my soul,

And I must find it out, or I must die: Alas! my sin-made darkness doth controul The bright endeavor of my careful eye : I must go search and ransack ev'ry hole; Nor have I other light to seek it by :

O if this light be spent, my work not done, My labor's worse than lost; my jewel's gone, And I am quite forlorn, and I am quite undone.

3.

You blessed angels, you that do enjoy
The full fruition of eternal glory,
Will you be pleased to fancy such a toy
As man, and quit your glorious territory,
And stoop to earth, vouchsafing to employ
Your care to guard the dust that lies before ye?
Disdain you not these lumps of dying clay,
That for your pains do oftentimes repay
Neglect, if not disdain, and send you griev'd away?

This

4.

This taper of our lives, that once was plac'd
In the fair suburbs of eternity,
Is now, alas! confin'd to ev'ry blast,

And turn'd a maypole for the sporting fly; And will you, sacred spirits, please to cast Your care on us, and lend a gracious eye? How had this slender inch of taper been, Blasted and blaz'd, had not this heav'nly screen Curb'd the proud blast, and timely stepp'd between!

5.

O goodness, far transcending the report

Of lavish tongues! too vast to comprehend!
Amazing quill, how far dost thou come short
T'express expressions that so far transcend !
You blessed courtiers of th' eternal court,
Whose full-mouth'd hallelujahs have no end,
Receive that world of praises that belongs
To your great Sov'reign; fill your holy tongues
With our hosanna's mix'd with your seraphic songs.

S. BERN

S. BERN.

If thou desirest the help of angels, fly the comforts of the world, and resist the temptations of the devil.

He will give his angels charge over thee. O what reve ence, what love, what confidence, deserveth so sweet a aying! For their presence, reverence; for their goodwill, ove; for their tuition, confidence.

EPIG. 5.

My flame, art thou disturb'd, diseas'd, and driv'n
To death with storms of grief? point thou to heav'n:
One angel there shall ease thee more alone,
Than thrice as many thousands of thy own.

ECCLE