Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent.

SIng pretty Bird, and welcome in the Spring, And mock my silence, heark unthankfull soule How sweetly doth she chant it, sing on, sing My daintiest Bird, how nimbly doth she rowle And poure out Roundelaies, as if she wu'd Have all at once her concords understood.

Yet pretty wretch how well she keepes the time. How gracefully she rests; how entertaine Her Flats with Sharps: how neatly doth she climbe Up note by note, and run them downe againe, VVith gentle breast breaths many a melting straine Harke, harke unthankfull soule, what still refraine?

Rouze up, put in, thou lacking in thy part? Refuse so just a challenge? Thou hast two Springs, From Earth one, Heaven another, rise up my heart, The winters past, raine gone, 'tis time to sing, The Flowers appeare, heard is the Turtles voice, The voice of thy Beloved, Arise, Rejoyce.

Up, meditate his praises on thy Lute VVith a grave Higgaiion while like Seraphim Thou burst'st int' flams; fails th' tongue 'to speak depu•••• Thine eyes. They? Let astonisht silence him Proclaime, wondrous in doing, in Sanctitie Glorious, in praises fearefull, I praise Thee?

Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God of Rest, My rest! yet restlesse I, how faine wu'd speake But so o're powerd with dazling Light so prest VVith Humbling weight of Massie Glory breake M'imprisoning earth claime climbe my high degree Glory in its El'ment can't too heavy be.

O turne away thine eye! No, turne mine eye To a refulgent Sun, whose steady view May feast upon unmixed Entitie 'S uncircumscribed, and uncoulerd Hew, Till whelm'd in living floods of streaming beames I rise, far, far above these dunghill-steames.

To sing Blest God, who to thy Pure in heart, I'th' Sight of Thee all blessings dost impart.

Notes

• Ps. 14.5. 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 complecti∣tur copiam & affluen∣tiam Flu∣minis & Luminis cum celeri∣tate, luben∣tia, ac pro∣nitate. Fosterus.