1Come my Deare Children to this
2Where Grayes coole,
Stupifying Spring, doth
3Trust mee I think, I of this Fount pertake;
4I am Soe dull; and Such Sad
5Nor can the
6Nor the Elixer, make my Spirit
7Those Gross extractions doth my thoughts annoy;
fancies are my Souls Sole Joy.
freed Soul, flies to her place of Birth;
10Then am I braue, my foot then Spurns this earth.
11My mind being rais’d, aboue these
12Mee thinks I play at
football with the
Contemning all these Garish
14My thoughts are fixt on true Celestiall Joyes.
Come then, Exhillerate my drooping Spirit,
Soe may you those eternall Joyes inherit:
17Soe may there ever in your happy breast,
18Those blessed Jemms,
Joy and Peace still rest.
Astrea, with her Sacred charms
20Hath thrown you in mild
mercies downey Armes,
O’re Look’d by Providance, allurd by
Immortall Mansions above,
23Then when Each Eliment i’ts
part Shall claim,
all live in glory and in Fame.