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

I'M in a straite, prest hard on either hand, I both wayes hast and yet am at a stand. I, here is Christ, but there is more of Christ, Here in my mouth and heart, but there is nigh'st. VVhat ist but love can keep me from the sight The perfect sight of my select delight? But love's obedient, if thou't bid me goe And travell on this Pilgrimage below, Doe, suffer, seaven and seaven yeares, so to show How grounded's my affection, that 'tis no Fond fancy that the giddy world deceives, I goe, I run, I flie, yet give me leave To beare thy Picture next my heart, to looke Upon th'adored Beauties of thy Book; That they may be the covering of mine eyes So to preoccupy them from these lies. O glories! Can I hold! Can I refraine? But still thou sai'st, and therefore I, Remain. Love's not its own, lives in'ts Belov'd, thinkes good Not what the Subject but the Object wu'd.