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Welcome, welcome to my happy Arms▪ so made by this Embrace, my joy, my life, my love, my better part, how Gracious is the God of Abraham, in sending Isaack such a treasure.
Alas my Lord! you make me blush to see you transported at this rate, for one not worthy of Great Abrahams Son; some Queen with Kingdoms to her dow•• had been more suitable than I.
Not all the Queens the Eastern Countries yield, cou'd have been half so welcome to my Arms as my dear joy, my much loved and much admired Rebecca. O thou Phaenix of the World, let not so mean a thought enter thy Breast, as to conceive thine Isaack can este••m the Glittering honours black Am∣bition brings, or all the Glories that attend on pom∣peous Majesty, comparable to the warm joys of Love, that fire his Heart when his Rebecca smiles.
Alas! Alas! I blush to death, if you pro∣ceed at this rate, all I can afford you, indeed is Love, and that shall ne're be wanting; my Arms shall still be open to receive you, and my Brest s••are your Cares, to do your will next his that made us, shall be the height of my Endeavours, never dareing to dispute what you my Lord Command.
This Humility makes thee more lovely in my Eye than beauteous Morn, or Earth when deck∣ed with her ImbroideredLivery, Innameld with ten-thousand different Fragrancys.
O you value me at too high a rate, and I must make it the future business of my self to deserve such an Esteem.
Esteem, Why words can ne're express the boundless love my Soul conceives, thy Name was pleasant and transporting to my Ravished Ear, e're I beheld thy pleasant Face, adorned with so much daz∣ling brightness that I scarce conceive my self on Earth: So soft, so kind, so charming, and so beau∣teous a Treasure, Sceptered Monarchs would be proud to gain, and count themselves in the possessi∣ons happyer than to command the Knees of supple Nations, when their wastfull Sword had brought the World into subjection.
O you overvalue me at such a rate, that you'l make me more indebted to your tender Love, than all the Service of my life can pay.
My Tongue cannot express thy worth, nor
tell the Limmits of my Love; No more then, but lets to our Bridal Chamber, that my Actions may supply my Tongues defect, and there transported on thy dear Bosome in soft Murmurs, breath my passi∣on forth till thy bless'd Womb grows pregnant with the Issue of our Loves, and thou become the soft kind Mother of a hundred Princes.
My Lord I'm all obedience, what your will's my Law, as now intirely yours to be disposed of at your pleasure.
But to proceed amongst all the Children of Abra∣ham, Isaack is the Master of the House, and Heir to all the possessions of Abraham.
I leave men to think as they please in what Ocean of delights Abrahams Heart did Swim, seeing all the Graces wherewith God had filled him, I am asto∣nished why he dyed not a thousand times for Joy at the sight of Isaack and his dear Wife, who had no affections but for God, for him, and for the gener∣all good of his family.
But Abraham must render unto Nature the ordinary tribute due unto her.* 1.1 This happy old Man, this Father of all the faithfull, this King of Nations, this incompareable Pa∣triark▪ having lived like a Pilgrim upon Earth was obli∣ged at l••st to arrive at the Haven, and to die in the Arms of Isaack and Ishmael, who buried him in the sa••e place where his Wife was intered.
Abrahams Death.