William Cartwright (Вильям Картрайт)

Confession

I do confess, O God, my wand'ring Fires
Are kindled not from Zeal, but loose desires;
My ready Tears, shed from Instructed Eyes,
Have not been Pious Griefs, but Subtleties;
And only sorry that Sins miss, I ow
To thwarted wishes al the Sighs I blow:
My Fires thus merit Fire; my Tears the fall
Of Showers provoke; my Sighs for Blasts do call.
O then Descend in Fire; but let it be
Such as snatch'd up the Prophet; such as We
Read of in Moses Bush, a Fire of Joy,
Sent to Enlighten, rather than Destroy.
O then Descend in Showers: But let them be
Showers only and not Tempests; such as we
Feel from the Mornings Eye-lids; such as Feed,
Not Choak the sprouting of the Tender Seed.
O then Descend in Blasts: But let them be
Blasts only, and not Whirlwinds; Such as we
Take in for Health's sake, soft and easie Breaths,
Taught to Conveigh Refreshments, and not Deaths.
So shall the Fury of my Fires asswage,
And that turn Fervour which was Brutish Rage;
So shall my Tears be then untaught to feign,
And the diseased Waters Heal'd again;
So shall my Sighs not be as Clouds t' invest
My Sins with Night, but Winds to purge my Brest.

1. On One Weepeing
2. On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman That Died Suddenly
3. Love But One
4. A Dream Broke
5. A Song of Dalliance

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