O light inaccessible, in respect of which my light is utter darkness; so reflect upon my weakness, that all the world may behold thy strength! O majesty incomprehensible, in respect of which, my glory is mere shame: so shine upon my misery, that all the world may behold thy glory! EPIG. 7. Wilt thou complain, because thou art bereav'n MAT MATTHEW V. 16. Let your light so shine, that men, seeing your good works, may glorify your Father which is in heaven. 1 AS it for this, the breath of heav'n was blown W Into the nostrils of this heav'nly creature? Was it for this, that sacred Three in One So rare a fabric for so poor an end? 2. Was man, the highest master-piece of nature, 3. Tell me, recluse monastic, can it be Thy darkness not be guilty of my fall? 4. Why dost thou lurk so close? Is it for fear Remem 5. Remember, O remember, thou wert set And skulk in corners, and play least in sight? 6. Art thou afraid to trust thy easy flame 7. Make not thyself a pris'ner, that art free: 8. My God, my light is dark enough at lightest, Let others lurk my light shall be : Propos'd to all men ; and by them to thee. * His; read its. S. BERN S. BERN. If thou be one of the foolish virgins, the congregation is necessary for thee; if thou be one of the wise virgins, thou art necessary for the congregation. HUGO. Monastics make cloysters to inclose the outward man : O would to God they would do the like to restrain the inward man! EPIG. 8. Afraid of eyes? what, still play least in sight? JOB JOB xiv. 2. . He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down. 1. Behold, How short a span Was long enough of old To measure out the life of man ; In those well temper'd days! his time was then Survey'd, cast up, and found but threescore years and ten. 2. Alas! And what is that! They come, and slide, and pass, The posts of time are swift, which having run Their seven short stages o'er, their short-liv'd task is done. 3. Our days To sleep, to antic plays And toys, until the first stage end: Twelve waning moons, twice five times told, we give To unrecover'd loss: we rather breathe than live. 4. We spend A ten years breath Before we apprehend What 'tis to live, or fear a death : Our childish dreams are fill'd with painted joys, Which please our sense awhile, and, waking prove but [toys. How |