PSAL. CXII.

I.

O! in how blessed state hee standeth

Who so Jehovah feareth,

That in the things the Lord commandeth, His most delight appeareth.

II.

The branches from that body springing, On the earth shall freshly florish; Their pedigree, from good men bringing, The Lord with bliss will nourish.

III.

The happy house wherein he dwelleth,
Well stored shall persever;
The treasures justly that he telleth,

Shall bide his owne for ever.

IV.

For hee, when woe them overclowdeth,
The darkned hart enlighteth;
His mildness them and mercy shrowdeth,
His justice for them fighteth.

V.

Hee is both good, and goodness loveth, Most liberall and lending;

All businesses wherein he moveth

With sound advise attending.

VI.

Hee firmly propt from ever falling,
His name exempt from dying;
Can heare ill news, without appalling,
His heart on God relying.

VII.

His hart, I say, which strongly stayed,
Is free from feare preserved,
Till on his foes he view displayed

The plagues by them deserved.

VIII.

Hee gives where needs, nay, rather straweth,
His justice never ending;
To honors hand him higber draweth,
With glad applawse attending.

IX.

Oh! good, I meane, for wicked wretches
Shall seeing fume, and fuming,
Consume to nought, their fruteless fetches
To nought with them consuming.

Verses by the Princess Elizabeth, given to Lord Harington, of Exton, her preceptor.

I.

THIS is joye, this is true pleasure,
If we best things make our treasure,
And enjoy them at full leasure,
Evermore in richest measure.

II.

God is only excellent,

Let up to him our love be sent,
Whose desires are set or bent
On ought else, shall much repent.

III.

Theirs is a most wretched case,
Who themselves so far disgrace,
That they their affections place.
Upon things nam'd vile and base.

IV.

Let us love of heaven receave,
These are joyes our harts will heave`
Higher then we can conceave,

And shall us not fayle nor leave.

'Daughter of James I. married in 1613 to Frederic Elector Palatine, a virtuous but ill-fated union. See Bromley's original royal letters.

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Earthly things do fade, decay,
Constant to us not one day ;
Suddenly they pass away,

And we can not make them stay.

VI..

All the vast world doth conteyne, To content mans heart, are vayne, That still justly will complayne, And unsatisfyde remaine.

VII.

God, most holy, high, and greate,
Our delight doth make compleate ;
When in us he takes his seate,

Only then we are repleat.

VIII.

Why should vain joyes us transport,
Earthly pleasures are but shorte,
And are mingled in such sorte,
Greifs are greater then the sporte.

IX.

And regard of this yet have, Nothing can from death us save, Then we must unto our grave, When we most are pleasure's slave.

X.

By long use our soules will cleave
To the earth: then it we leave;
Then will cruell death bereave,
All the joyes that we receive.

XI.

Thence they goe to hellish flame, Ever tortur'd in the same,

With perpetuall blott of name,

Flowt, reproach, and endless shame.

XII.

Torment not to be exprest,
But, O then! how greatly blest,
Whose desires are whole addrest
To the heavenly thinges and best.

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Thy affections shall increase, Growing forward without cease, Even untill thou dyest in peace, And injoyest eternall ease.

XIV.

When thy hart is fullest fraught With heavens love, it shall be caught To the place it loved and sought,

Which Christs precious bloud hath bought.

XV.

Joyes of those which there shall dwell,

No hearte thinke, no tounge can tell ;

Wonderfully they excell,

Those thy soule will fully swell.

XVI.

Are these things indeed even soe?

Doe I certainly them know,

And am I so much my foe.

To remayne yett dull and slowe?