Classic Poem

Motives to quiken the soul to diligence, June 26

Let not thy sloth, thy hopes defeat
Shall any labour, seem to great
To win, to the imperiall seat
where god immense,
Keeps residence.

Is not the beauty of thy king
Enough, to set thy soull on wing
And make it always, to him spring
who is alone, thy only one

Is not the blessed three in one
Enough to make thee swiftly run
That thou mayst feast thyne eyes upon
that mistery
the trinity

How canst thou chouse, but long to fly
Unto that sweet, society
Of spirits who doe dwell on high
where they ar all
Saraphicall

Whilst thou not labour. till thou sweat
That crown of glory, for to get
Which shall upon thy head, be set
tis all free grace
yet run apace.

Wilt thou not for that kingdome strive
And studiously, still contrive
How thou mayst speedyly, arive
And come to it
down their to sit.

Shall, others hazerd life, & health
To get a litle worldly, pelf
And wilt not thou strive for that wealth
That is cecure
and doth endure.

Shall others strive, with more delight
For bits of clay. for which they fight
Then thou wilt doe, to take thy flight
to Christ who is thy only blise

Or canst thou thy time better speand
Then in conversing, with this freind
And making him, thy only end
who shortly shall
thee from hence call

Gett hence away, yee bitts of clay
I will not set mine hart one day
Upon you more, away, away
Lord thou art mine
And I am thine.

Oh quiken me, soe with thy rays
That I may bend, to thee always
Untill I come, to sing thy praise
In heaven high
eternally,

Tis after thee, that I will presse
Thou art, my only happynese
Let my desires, grow more boundlese
Untill they bee
filled, with thee.

Oh make me active, in my place
Still runing onwards, in my race
That I with speed, may see thy face
and have my fill
on Zion hill.