The Center

Oh that the splendent and Illustrious sun

Round whom the Planets triple motions run

Diurnall, annuall, Trepedation

Yet that all Quickning Orbs keeps still his station,

Whilst they about this Throne Dance each his measure 5

According to the Great Creators pleasure,

Oh that his Influence, his Heat, his Light,

Would clasp this Globe, that these sad shades of Night

Might his our Horiscope involve noe more

Nor mee the loss of Day sor oft deplore, 10

Now half our time in horrid Night is lost,

The other halfe twixt hope and feare is tost,

Till paine and Griefe (oh curst communian

Twixt soule and body) doth dissolv the union,

The Death triumphant doth perform his lust 15

Grindeing in (spight) our very bones to dust,

Then shuts us in Oblivious sable Womb

Our infant Cradle, now our ages Tomb,

Till infinite Power and Love our dust shall raise

To sing in Joys his everlasting Praise, 20

But though the sun bee Center unto all

And out Earth's motion makes him rise and fall

Yet! must his Orb confine my thoughts alsoe

Must they (aye mee) must they noe higher goe,

Since first I saw a Glimps of Heavenly Joy 25

Mee thinks this World is but a trundleing toy

And all those Glittring Globes that shine like fier

Are Lights hung out to Light my thoughts up higher

To him that doth the Univers involve

Whose word creates, whose breath doe all dissolv, 30

Even him that totall Nature doth surround

The thought of whom doth my poor soul confound

Aye mee! who can invisible light behould

Or can Eternity his age betold

If I to contemplate his Glory venter 35

Rottennes into my bones doth enter

Holoo my thoughts to native earth descend

For thy ambition in the dust must end

Yet wee may by the beuty of the Creature

Conceive the Glory of the Great Creator 40

He whose incomprehensible power

Did make the Talest Tree and smalest Flower

Even lofty Cædars that on Mountains Grow

And humble Daisies which in valleys blow

The Elephant and Whale hee doth dissect 45

The Despecablest Reptell or incect

Then will I heare my few and evill dayes

Make him the summe and Center of my Praise