Affliction (I)
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- WHen first thou didst entice to thee my heart,
- I thought the service brave:
- So many joyes I writ down for my part,
- Besides what I might have
- Out of my stock of naturall delights,
- Augmented with thy gracious benefits.
- I looked on thy furniture so fine,
- And made it fine to me:
- Thy glorious houshold-stuffe did me entwine,
- And 'tice me unto thee.
- Such starres I counted mine: both heav'n and earth
- Payd me my wages in a world of mirth.
- What pleasures could I want, whose King I served,
- Where joyes my fellows were?
- Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts reserved
- No place for grief or fear.
- Therefore my sudden soul caught at the place,
- And made her youth and fiercenesse seek thy face:
- At first thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses;
- I had my wish and way:
- My dayes were straw'd with flow'rs and happinesse;
- There was no moneth but May.
- But with my yeares sorrow did twist and grow,
- And made a partie unawares for wo.
- My flesh began unto my soul in pain,
- Sicknesses cleave my bones;
- Consuming agues dwell in ev'ry vein,
- And tune my breath to grones.
- Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce beleeved,
- Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.
- When I got health, thou took'st away my life,
- And more; for my friends die:
- My mirth and edge was lost; a blunted knife
- Was of more use then I.
- Thus thinne and lean without a fence or friend,
- I was blown through with ev'ry storm and winde.
- Whereas my birth and spirit rather took
- The way that takes the town;
- Thou didst betray me to a lingring book,
- And wrap me in a gown.
- I was entangled in the world of strife,
- Before I had the power to change my life.
- Yet, for I threatned oft the siege to raise,
- Not simpring all mine age,
- Thou often didst with Academick praise
- Melt and dissolve my rage.
- I took thy sweetned pill, till I came neare;
- I could not go away, nor persevere.
- Yet left perchance I should too happie be
- In my unhappinesse,
- Turning my purge to food, thou throwest me
- Into more sicknesses.
- Thus doth thy power crosse-bias me, not making
- Thine own gift good, yet me from my wayes taking.
- Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me
- None of my books will show
- I reade, and sigh, and wish I were a tree;
- For sure then I should grow
- To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust
- Her houshold to me, and I should be just.
- Yet, though thou troublest me, I must be meek;
- In weaknesse must be stout.
- Well, I will change the service, and go seek
- Some other master out.
- Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot,
- Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
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