132 CXXIII SOUL AND BODY GREAT Nature cloaths the Soul, which is but thin, And lays them safe within an earthly chest ; Then scours them well, and makes them sweet and clean, Fit for the soul to wear those cloaths again. MARGARET, DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE CXXIV PURIFICATION My God! If 'tis Thy great decree My heart obeys, joy'd to retreate And treachery of the faire. When Thou shalt please this soule t' enthrone Above impure corruption, What should I grieve or feare To think this breathlesse body must For in the fire when ore is tryed, Doe we deplore the losse ? And when Thou shalt my soule refine, Shall I grieve for the drosse? W. HABINGTON. CXXV IN BLISS BRAVE spirits, whose advent'rous feet Here, from the toiling press retir'd, Gild all the spacious firmament, And smiling on the panting rout T. CAREW. CXXVI WELCOME, welcome, happy paire, No winter's ice, nor summer's scorching beame, Day always springing from eternal light; Here in endless blisse abide. CXXVII T. NABBES. AN EPITAPH A VIRGIN blossom in her May |