There no monstrous fancies shall
  Out of hell an horror call,
  To create, or cause at all,
    Affrighting.

  There, in calm and cooling sleep
  We our eyes shall never steep,
  But eternal watch shall keep,
    Attending

  Pleasures such as shall pursue
  Me immortalized and you;
  And fresh joys, as never too
    Have ending.

  TO DEATH.

  Thou bid’st me come away;
  And I’ll no longer stay
  Than for to shed some tears
  For faults of former years;
  And to repent some crimes
  Done in the present times;
  And next, to take a bit
  Of bread, and wine with it;
  To don my robes of love,
  Fit for the place above;
  To gird my loins about
  With charity throughout,
  And so to travel hence
  With feet of innocence: 
  These done, I’ll only cry,
  “God, mercy!” and so die.

  ETERNITY.

  O years and age, farewell! 
    Behold I go
    Where I do know
  Infinity to dwell.

  And these mine eyes shall see
    All times, how they
    Are lost i’ th’ sea
  Of vast eternity,

  Where never moon shall sway
    The stars; but she
    And night shall be
  Drowned in one endless day.

  THE GOODNESS OF HIS GOD.

  When winds and seas do rage,
    And threaten to undo me,
  Thou dost their wrath assuage,
    If I but call unto thee.

  A mighty storm last night
    Did seek my soul to swallow;
  But by the peep of light
    A gentle calm did follow.

  What need I then despair
    Though ills stand round about me;
  Since mischiefs neither dare
    To bark or bite without thee?

  TO GOD.

  Lord, I am like to mistletoe,
  Which has no root, and cannot grow
  Or prosper, but by that same tree
  It clings about:  so I by thee. 
  What need I then to fear at all
  So long as I about thee crawl? 
  But if that tree should fall and die,
  Tumble shall heaven, and down will I.

Here are now a few chosen from many that—­to borrow a term from Crashaw—­might be called

  DIVINE EPIGRAMS.

  God, when he’s angry here with any one,
  His wrath is free from perturbation;
  And when we think his looks are sour and grim,
  The alteration is in us, not him.

* * * * *

  God can’t be wrathful; but we may conclude
  Wrathful he may be by similitude: 
  God’s wrathful said to be when he doth do
  That without wrath, which wrath doth force us to.

* * * * *

  ’Tis hard to find God; but to comprehend
  Him as he is, is labour without end.

* * * * *

  God’s rod doth watch while men do sleep, and then
  The rod doth sleep while vigilant are men.