The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Discharge
¶ The Discharge.
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know?Why dost thou prie,And turn, and leer, and with a licorous eyeLook high and low,And in thy lookings stretch and grow?
Hast thou not made thy counts, and summ'd up all?Did not thy heartGive up the whole, and with the whole depart?Let what will fall:That which is past who can recall?
Thy life is Gods, thy time to come is gone,And is his right.He is thy night at noon: he is at nightThy noon alone.The crop is his, for he hath sown.
And well it was for thee, when this befell,That God did makeThy businesse his, and in thy life partake:For thou canst tell,If it be his once, all is well.
Onely the present is thy part and fee.And happy thou,If, though thou didst not beat thy future brow,Thou couldst well seeWhat present things requir'd of thee.
They ask enough; why shouldst thou further go?Raise not the muddeOf future depths, but drink the cleare and good.Dig not for woIn times to come; for it will grow.
Man the present fit: if he provide,He breaks the square.This houre is mine: if for the next I care,I grow too wide,And do encroach upon deaths side.
For death each hour environs and surrounds.He that would knowAnd care for future chances, cannot goUnto those grounds,But through a Churchyard which thē bounds.
Things present shrink and die: but they that spendTheir thoughts and senseOn future grief, do not remove it thence,But it extend,And draw the bottome out an end.
God chains the dog till night: wilt loose the chain,And wake thy sorrow?Wilt thou forestall it, and now grieve to morrow,And then againGrieve over freshly all thy pain?
Either grief will not come: or if it must,Do not forecast:And while it cometh, it is almost past.Away distrust:My God hath promis’d; he is just.