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The Rethorick of the Heart.
PSAL. 45. 1.
My Heart is inaiting a good matter.
MY Rethorick is not so much an Art,
As an infused habit in mine Heart,
Which a sweet secret Elegance Instills,
And all my Speech with Tropes and Figures fills.
Love is the tongues Elixir, which doth change
The ordinary sense of words, and range
Them under other kinds, dispose them so
That to the height of eloquence they grow,
E'vn in their native plainness, and must be
So understood as liketh love and me.
When I say Christ, I mean my Saviour;
When his Command'ment my behaviour;
For to that end it was he •…•… •…•…,
And to this purpose 'tis I bear his Name.
When I say Hallow'd be thy name, he knows
I would be holy: for his glory grows
Together with my good, and he hath not
Given more honour then himself hath got
So when I say, Lord let thy Kingdom come,
He understands it, I would be at home;
To raign with him in glory. So grace brings
My love in me to be the •…•… of Kings
He teacheth me to say. Thy will be done,
But meaneth he would •…•… me do mine own;
By making •…•… to •…•…
And so to rule my self and serve him both.