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Why So pale and wan, fond lover?

Prithee, why so pale 1
Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail 1

Prithee, why so pale 1

Why so dull and mute, young sinner *

Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,

Saying nothing do't 1

Prithee, why so mute 1

Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,

This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love,

Nothing can make her:

The devil take her.

Sir John Suckling. DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY.

I Love (and have some cause to love) the earth:
She is my Maker's creature; therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nurse—she gives me food;

But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee I
Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me 1

I love the air: her dainty sweets refresh
My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me;
Her shrill-mouth'd quire sustains me with their flesh,
And with their polyphonian notes delight me:
But what's the air or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul withal, compared with Thee 1

I love the sea: she is my fellow-creature,
My careful purveyor; she provides me store:
She walls me round; she makes my diet greater:
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore:

But, Lord of oceans, when compared with Thee,
What is the ocean or her wealth to me 1

To heaven's high city I direct my journey,
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye;
Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney,
Transcends the crystal pavements of the sky:

But what is heaven, great God, compared to Thee?

Without Thy presence heaven's no heaven to me.

DELIGHT IN' GOD ONLY.

Without Thy presence earth gives no refection;

Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure;

Without Thy presence air's a rank infection;

Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleasure:
If not possess'd, if not enjoy'd in Thee,
What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me?

The highest honours that the world can boast,

Are subjects far too low for my desire;

The brightest beams of glory are (at most)

But dying sparkles of Thy living fire:

The loudest flames that earth can kindle, be
But nightly glow-worms, if compared to Thee.

Without Thy presence wealth is bags of cares;

Wisdom but folly; joy disquiet—sadness:

Friendship is treason, and delights are snares!

Pleasure but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness;
Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be,
Nor have they being, when compared with Thee.

Tn having all things, and not Thee, what have I?

Not having Thee, what have my labours got?

Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I?

And having Thee alone, what have I not 1
I wish nor sea nor land; nor would I be
Possess'd of heaven, heaven unpossess'd of Thee.

Francis Quarles.

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