1Come my Deare Children to this

lonely3

Place,

2Where Grayes coole,

Stupifying Spring4

, doth

Trace5

,

3Trust mee I think, I of this Fount pertake;

4I am Soe dull; and Such Sad

fancies6

make:

5Nor can the

Quintissence7

of

Bacchus Liquor8

,

6Nor the Elixer, make my Spirit

quicker9

.

7Those Gross extractions doth my thoughts annoy;

8Tis fasting

fancies10

are my Souls Sole Joy.

9When my

freed11

Soul, flies to her place of Birth;

10Then am I braue, my foot then Spurns this earth.

11My mind being rais’d, aboue these

Worldly Jars12

;

12Mee thinks I play at

football13

with the

Stars14

.

13

Contemning15

all these Garish

empty toyes16

,

14My thoughts are fixt on true Celestiall Joyes.

15

Come then17

, Exhillerate my drooping Spirit,

16

Soe18

may you those eternall Joyes inherit:

17Soe may there ever in your happy breast,

18Those blessed Jemms,

Joy and Peace19

still rest.

19Then when

Astrea20

, with her Sacred charms

20Hath thrown you in mild

mercies21

downey Armes,

21

O’re Look’d22

by Providance, allurd by

Love23

;

22To those

Immortall Mansions above24

,

23Then when Each Eliment i’ts

part Shall claim25

,

24May you

all26

live in glory and in Fame.