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The Church.
The grosser world stands to thy word and art; But thy diviner world of grace Thou suddenly dost raise and race,And ev'ry day a new Creatour art.
O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers May also fix their reverence: For when thou dost depart from hence,They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers.
Scatter, or binde them all to bend to thee: Though elements change, and heaven move, Let not thy higher Court remove,But keep a standing Majestie in me.
¶ Jordan.
WHo sayes that fictions onely and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beautie?Is all good structure in a winding stair?May no lines passe, except they do their dutie Not to a true, but painted chair?
Is it no verse, except enchanted grovesAnd sudden arbours shadow course-spunne lines?Must purling streams refresh a lovers loves?Must all be vail'd, while he that reades, divines, Catching the sense at two removes?
Shepherds are honest people; let them sing:Riddle who list, for me, and pull for Prime:I envie no mans nightingale or spring:Nor let them punish me with losse of ryme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.
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