Begone, who goodness feign with a false face,
Whom fiery tongues in earthy bosom grace.
This rather all my prayers and gifts desire,
A tongue of earth, if but my heart be fire. R. Wi.
LVI.
LIFE FOR DEATH.[91]
Whosoever will loose his life, &c. Matt. xvi. 25.
Soe I may gaine Thy death, my life I'le giue,—
My life's Thy death, and in Thy death I liue;
Or else, my life, I'le hide thee in His graue,
By three daies losse æternally to saue. Cr.
LVII.
ON THE DIVINE LOVE: AFTER H. HUGO.[92]
In amorem divinum (Hermannus Hugo).
Æternall Loue! what 'tis to loue Thee well,
None but himselfe who feeles it, none can tell.
But oh, what to be lou'd of Thee as well,
None, not himselfe who feeles it, none can tell. Cr.