Fane, Mildmay

The Poems of Mildmay, 2nd Earl of Westmoreland Ed , with Intr , Notes and Illustr , by a B Grosart

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: .../.-/ 24. 26. And that's to entertain his Sufferings 1 /', /. 2. z.. As our enlargement, his Stripes, for our healings; Embracing all those Bounties with such Souls, May read)' be to melt and to dissolve 2 Co, . (, . 4. In tears contritionall for their Corruptions; 5. Yet rais'd with Comfort of such Mercies, Riches, Jc fruitfull in the works of Piety Henceforth, and praises of his holy Name Who is the Fountain, and must give the fame: Unless with Bartimeus we were blinde, ' 1 low do we not perceive the Clay we tread on, To be the substance whereof we were made: And by the Sun that Attom'd into dust, Tells us but what we must dissolve into: Or like the Shadow represents us, fee We not what 'tis, and what we all shall bee? That in observance of our bubble Thoughts, We Ilill aspire, and make our Fancies dance Within the Imaginary pool of Pride, Or sea of Self-conceit; This not of Eyes, but dimness of the Mimic is too too bad, Wherewith bemilled in our apprehensions, We dream we fathom all perfections, And yet but grope after the least of truths, t may be in the twilight of our reason, We oiler at obedience to instruction, And leek to be insorm'd: If what we hear T, Fly not beyond our pitch, (a great Professor, .). Mailer os Israel, once was gravelled Upon that Shell") and 'twas through lack of Faith; Had Had he but had so much, as t'have compar'd With that least Grain of all, no Mountain could Mat. 17.. Have bragg'd of firmness 'gainst his moving power. But to shew truly what esteem we ought To set upon our selves, 'tis here set down, When the prophetick Prince, and Prince of Prophets, pfa m r' Compares his Royalties but to a Worm; And by the best Authority can vouch, Matt. 18. 3 An innocent, and little harmless Childe Is plac'd for us to imitate: And tho...