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

BUt Sin and Satan fear'st not them? No, no, nor them, they can't condemne Me, that must be the Higher powre, Whose feare their feare doth over-powre. Why shu'd I so disgrace my Birth? A piece of Heaven-inspired Earth? Shall I degenerate from my Birth? And to base feares resign my Mirth? No, 'tis not them I feare but Him, Whose love will never lose a limbe. I conflict with a conquer'd foe Wh'hath only strength enough to show

The stronger over ruling hand Subjecting All things to'ts command. I'le wary, cautions, active be, And so my feare, from feare shall free. Give me no feare but that which meets In hearty joyes, and honved sweets; A well compos'd Ingredient To make the more compleat content; A pure, a cleane, a cleansing, sound, Strong strengthning healthy feare, whose ground Is Love, is Faith, a hopefull feare, A feare of great delight's my feare. Sweet feare! How oft I'd name thee, ere I'd let thee goe? who art so neare So deare unto my heart! Sweet feare! That mak'st such Musick in mine eare! That feast'st me with such royall cheare, Such heavenly fare the while I heare Thee say the King my Father's here, The King my Husband's come to beare Me company, to solace me W'th all manner o' pleasants hid for me Unworthy me! to sup and dine, To banquet with me with the wine The generous wine repleats my soule With raised spirits above th'controule Of men and divles, while humbly waite On th' gratious Councels that impart So glad a course of watchfull worke, T'avoid the sad temptations lurke About m'in every corner, and Hath promis't me hee'l ever stand

Close by me wi'h's ne'r slumbring eye, Ne'r shortned Arm, that can espie, That can prevent, thought he so good, Evill's at th'great'st distance, but he wu'd Have them approach, assault, to try How much of that great God may lie In such a little piece of flesh, What mighty powre he can expresse B' a broken contrite heart, what high What unconceiv'd delights defie The highest-aspiring griefe, and scorn T'be over-reached, overborn By'ts cruell Talons, but still soare Their Heaven-securing flights, as more Advanced b' its pursuits, while still Resolve t'be uppermost, will-nill All th' ravenous griefes and Harpy feares, Though th'hugest terriblest flock appeares, Sweet feare! still sweet! And have I met Thy name again? Though counterfeit, That wu'd betray me while I let The feigned sound have entrance, yet As error proved makes the truth More lovely, so its falshood doth Thy faithfull friendship, while I finde They're purposely of him design'd These hid as well as open foes, That may th' sagacity disclose That with the courage lies inclos'd In this my faithfull feare repos'd In that All-powerfull breast. Sweet feare! Wise Valiant feare! still may I feare,

Yet never feare, to lose thee, feare Thy misse, but not thy losse, may heare May see as well as know thou art A constant lodger in my heart. While still thou art in exercise Of some sage puissant enterprize. Still watchest, prayest, workest, wait'st, Still fight'st, still beat'st thy way through straights. Sweet feare! how oft I'd name thee er'e I'd let thee goe? who art so neare So deare unto my soul! sweet feare! That mak'st such Musick in mine eare! Well, make it still within my heart VVe'r still together, though we part.