FarewellVain pleasures, and short lasting joyes farewell,The sacred BellCalls to repaire unto the holy Place.The PeaceOf quiet Conscience gives a full releaseFrom Care. Then ceaseTo love the Things, have nothing but a face.Hear howThe blessed Angels sing, and us inviteTo their desire.The Birds are here, yea, very near,And call us to the Quire▪For ifWe are estranged from these earthly Things,Our Hearts will rise,Our HandsWill also move and raise our LoveAbove the starry Skies.All Things are fading here, ev'n as the Flower,In one short hower.And glide away: but Heaven doth not so.There look:There read as in a golden-letter'd Book,How you mistock,And did misconster all the Things belowYou know.Then better mind your lessen here on earth,That you may see,How vain they are, who only careFor this mortality.And nowExamins all your Actions from your Birth,With joy, with grief:It is a Heart, that feels some smart,Which farther seeks, relief.Hence Cares.Go search into the Secrets of Affairs:No man more sharesOf Heav'n and Things above the Firmament,Than thoseWho do themselves within themselves enclose,As the Chast Rose:Blushing outright ev'n when no ill is meant,0