| THE Good in Graves as Heavenly Seed are sown; | |
| And at the Saints first Spring, the General Doome, | |
| Will rise, not by degrees, but fully blowne; | |
| When all the Angells to their Harvest come. | |
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| Cannot Almighty Heaven (since Flowers which pass | 5 |
| Thaw'd through a Still, and there melt mingled too, | |
| Are rais'd distinct in a poore Chymists Glass) | |
| Doe more in Graves then Men in Lymbecks doe? | |
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| God bred the Arts to make us more believe | |
| (By seeking Natures cover'd Misteries) | 10 |
| His darker Workes, that Faith may thence conceive | |
| He can do more then what our Reason sees. | |
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| O Coward Faith! Religion's trembling Guide! | |
| Whom even the dim-ey'd Arts must lead to see | |
| What Nature only from our sloath does hide, | 15 |
| Causes remote, which Faith's dark dangers be. | |
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| Religion, e're impos'd, should first be taught; | |
| Not seeme to dull obedience ready lay'd, | |
| Then swallow'd strait for ease, but long be sought; | |
| And be by Reason councell'd, though not sway'd. | 20 |
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| God has enough to humane kinde disclos'd; | |
| Our fleshly Garments he a while receiv'd, | |
| And walk'd as if the Godhead were depos'd, | |
| Yet could be then but by a few believ'd. | |
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| The Faithless Jews will this at Doome confess, | 25 |
| Who did suspect him for his low disguise: | |
| But, if he could have made his vertue less, | |
| He had been more familiar to their Eyes. | |
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| Fraile Life! in which, through Mists of humane breath, | |
| We grope for Truth, and make our Progress slow; | 30 |
| Because, by passion blinded, till by death, | |
| Our Passions ending, we begin to know. | |
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| O rev'rend Death! whose looks can soon advise | |
| Even scornfull Youth; whilst Priests their Doctrine wast, | |
| Yet mocks us too; for he does make us wise, | 35 |
| When by his coming our Affaires are past. | |
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| O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave, | |
| The Wise expect, the Sorrowfull invite, | |
| And all the Good embrace, who know the Grave, | |
| A short dark passage to Eternal Light. | 40 |
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