A SOLILOQUY ON THE SOUL,
O Thou my ſoul when thou doft hear,
what pleaſures are above
In heaven with Chriſt where all the ſaints,
are raviſh'd with his love:
That lightſome land, and wholeſome air,
where pleaſures do abound,
Where perfect joys and pure delights,
are only to be found
That quiet land and peaceable,
where none for ſtate contend,
Where ſorrows, griefs, and troubles all,
for ever have an end.
Where ſin and ſatan have no power,
to tempt let be prevail:
The city wall’d, which hell and death,
no pow'r have to aſſail.
Why doſt thou not when of this life,
the miſeries are paſt,
Deſire to have, as who would not,
their landing there at laſt.
But if for it thou doſt contend,
thou wiſely molt conſider,
What great difficulties are in,
the way that leadeth thither.
Leſt like the fooliſh builder thou,
forget to count the coſt,
And thus thine expectation be,
and hope for ever loſt.
That purpoſe ſtands not which is made
without deliberation
Therefore a few things thou most take,
into conſideration.
