I Am the fountaine and I purpose through
These neighbouring intermixed Channells to
Convey my selfe to each, he who'l not part
His interposing earth, let out his heart,
Reciprocate the freshning streames I send,
May stand, stink, dry, not borrow who'l not lend.
They're Idiots indeed who h've private spirits,
But who is not himselfe he onely merits
Not to be counted mad, and so sought he
Us not himselfe in whom made wise we be.
We're not our owne, we're purchas'd with a prise
To live no more t' our selves, but now to rise
To higher things to live beyond our selves
In, By, To Him who bought's, brought's off the shelves'
'F so great a death to bring us of our selves
Our greatest death; when selfe-besotted Elfes
Were we dissolved in the open Maine
What spatious libertie were gotten to refraine
Th' land bordering Rockes? O wu'd the righteous Sun
Looke on our frozen hearts, how fast they'd runne
Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent.
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- Title
- Sololoqvies theologicall. I am alone, and yet I am not alone, for the Father is with mee. By J. S. Gent.
- Author
- Short, J.
- Publication
- London :: printed by G. Bishop, and R. White, for Tho: Underhill, at the Bible in Woodstreete,
- 1641.
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- Subject terms
- Religious poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
- Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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Page 103
Their hardned selfe contracted clods (so oft
Dash one against another) into soft
To giving inlarged streames wu'd friendly close
Themselves? wu'd quickly in each other loose
And all with sweet concurrence nimbly flow
To their imbracing Ocean. O wu'd we soe
Change each to other till we each were none
With what advantage shu'd we be our owne?
For one have all, thus happily unite
Are growne too strong for th' world for hells despight
We 're all disjoyned by our fall, but set
In one againe the greater strength we get.
What I lay out in prayers purse, study paines
For them with how farre multiplyed gaines
Of quick returnes I finde them all in theirs.
Shu'd I as I shu'd not be overwhelm'd with teares,
Feares griefes grow weak and feeble, or as I shu'd
Be alwayes poore and needy in spirit how good
How good it is to know that he who is
In all my thoughts hath me in his,
Who is more beneficiall by one thought then all
The world can be by all their deeds. I fall
No sooner now but straite one helpes me rise.
So farr's two better in one, how rais'd how high's
My drooping soule? though absent in the body
Present i'th' spirit with all the spirituall body.
How heartily I joy in, sweetly injoy
Their better ordered more establish'd joy!
M' affections are not mine nor theirs are theirs
But each in th' other's mirth and sorrowes shares.
How steddy stand in ballance't griefes and joys
While others still supply fresh counter poyses?
Page 104
I live not in my self but them-and-thee;
Live thou and they, and that's enough for mee.
I live not in my self but them-and-thee;
Live thou and they, I needs must living be.
And if all comforts God-and-h's Saints comprises
All comfort then from one another rises.
Conspire we then in one, in one expire,
That makes his melting Saints a mounting fire.
'Tis good being here, and hither rise might all
Wh'have skill have will int' one and other t'fall.
But he that will be of himselfe
May glut not glad himself with pelfe.
Yea let him laugh his belly full,
Yet doth the shark himself but gull;
His seeming sweet straite turnes to gall,
And vomits straite his stollen all,
His Done joy's cooled by and by
With reall ills in Fieri.
But stay, all this is but to seek my selfe
While I am studying how to loose it, I
Must flie a braver pitch, far far more high
Above the thoughts of all this selfish pelfe.
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