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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LO here a little volume, but great Book <br> A nest of new-born sweets; <br> Whose native fires disdaining <br> To ly thus folded, and complaining <br> Of these ignoble sheets, <br> Affect more comly bands <br> (Fair one) from the kind hands <br> And confidently look <br> To find the rest <br>Of a rich binding in your Brest. <br>It is, in one choise handfull, heavenn; and all <br>Heavn’s Royall host; incamp’t thus small <br>To prove that true schooles use to tell, <br>Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell. <br>It is love’s great artillery <br>Which here contracts itself, and comes to ly <br>Close couch’t in their white bosom: and from thence <br>As from a snowy fortresse of defence, <br>Against their ghostly foes to take their part, <br>And fortify the hold of their chast heart. <br>It is an armory of light <br>Let constant use but keep it bright, <br> You’l find it yeilds <br>To holy hands and humble hearts <br> More swords and sheilds <br>Then sin hath snares, or Hell hath darts. <br> Only be sure <br> The hands be pure <br>That hold these weapons; and the eyes <br>Those of turtles, chast and true; <br> Wakefull and wise; <br>Here is a freind shall fight for you, <br>Hold but this book before their heart; <br>Let prayer alone to play his part, <br> But ô the heart <br> That studyes this high Art <br> Must be a sure house-keeper <br> And yet no sleeper. <br> Dear soul, be strong. <br> Mercy will come e’re long <br>And bring his bosom fraught with blessings, <br>Flowers of never fading graces <br>To make immortall dressings <br>For worthy soules, whose wise embraces <br>Store up themselves for Him, who is alone <br>The Spouse of Virgins and the Virgin’s son. <br>But if the noble Bridegroom, when he come <br>Shall find the loytering Heart from home; <br> Leaving her chast aboad <br> To gadde abroad <br>Among the gay mates of the god of flyes; <br>To take her pleasure and to play <br>And keep the devill’s holyday; <br>To dance th’sunshine of some smiling <br> But beguiling <br>Spheares of sweet and sugred Lyes, <br> Some slippery Pair <br>Of false, perhaps as fair, <br>Flattering but forswearing eyes; <br>Doubtlesse some other heart <br> Will gett the start <br>Mean while, and stepping in before <br>Will take possession of that sacred store <br>Of hidden sweets and holy ioyes. <br>Words which are not heard with Eares <br>(Those tumultuous shops of noise) <br>Effectuall wispers, whose still voice <br>The soul it selfe more feeles then heares; <br>Amorous languishments; luminous trances; <br>Sights which are not seen with eyes; <br>Spirituall and soul-peircing glances <br>Whose pure and subtil lightning flyes <br>Home to the heart, and setts the house on fire <br>And melts it down in sweet desire <br> Yet does not stay <br>To ask the windows leave to passe that way; <br>Delicious Deaths; soft exalations <br>Of soul; dear and divine annihilations; <br> A thousand unknown rites <br>Of ioyes and rarefy’d delights; <br>A hundred thousand goods, glories, and graces, <br> And many a mystick thing <br> Which the divine embraces <br>Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring <br> For which it is no shame <br>That dull mortality must not know a name. <br> Of all this store <br>Of blessings and ten thousand more <br> (If when he come <br> He find the Heart from home) <br> Doubtlesse he will unload <br> Himself some other where, <br> And poure abroad <br> His pretious sweets <br>On the fair soul whom first he meets. <br>O fair, ô fortunate! O riche, ô dear! <br>O happy and thrice happy she <br> Selected dove <br> Who ere she be, <br> Whose early love <br> With winged vowes <br>Makes hast to meet her morning spouse <br>And close with his immortall kisses. <br>Happy indeed, who never misses <br>To improve that pretious hour, <br> And every day <br> Seize her sweet prey <br>All fresh and fragrant as he rises <br>Dropping with a baulmy Showr <br>A delicious dew of spices; <br>O let the blissfull heart hold fast <br>Her heavnly arm-full, she shall tast <br>At once ten thousand paradises; <br> She shall have power <br> To rifle and deflour <br>The rich and roseall spring of those rare sweets <br>Which with a swelling bosome there she meets <br> Boundles and infinite <br> Bottomles treasures <br>Of pure inebriating pleasures <br>Happy proof! she shal discover <br> What ioy, what blisse, <br>How many Heav’ns at once it is <br>To have her God become her Lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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 A nest of new-born sweets; 
 Whose native fires disdaining 
 To ly thus folded, and complaining 
 Of these ignoble sheets, 
 Affect more comly bands 
 (Fair one) from the kind hands 
 And confidently look ..."></div>
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