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The Eclips

1 Why doe those frowning vapours interpose
betweene the bright expantion and mine eyes:
By whose unkindnes for a time I loose,
The beauteous prospect of the azure skie:
Denie not thus my sight to satisfie, 5
Malicious clouds, before you rarifie:
For you are of a variable condition
as well as I and shall ere long dissolve,
Glory not then in interposition,
For into other Elements revolve 10
You must; perhaps by condensation
hinder not then (so poore) a contentation
2 And thou sad, pondrous, passive, Globe of Earth
though for thy weight thou canst not mount above
and though from thee my baser parts tooke birth 15
yet dost thou shew to me more hate then love
For with thy shadow thou Eclip’st the light
of spendent Phebe from my feeble sight
Surely thy destinie is known to thee
and the continuall revolution 20
Of Elements as wee doe hourly see
and thy irrevocable dissolution:
as well as mine or rather conflagration
Then envie not (for shame) my contentation:
3 And thou darke body of the Globius Moone 25
That dost obscure the Radiant Delia's sight:
Threatning to make my sun to set at Noone
Whereby I lose his influence and light:
Dost thou not know inevitable fate
Then in my conjunctions doe not shew thy hate: 30
For the impartiall Parcee now have spun
Thy thread (and mine) then he that lends thee light:
Shall wane himselfe, and darke shall be they sun,
As in the Chaos were the shades of Night:
Then shall your shineing spheres with fervour melt 35
Then shall be done by thee as thou has dealt:
4 But O mortalitie tis thou alone
That dos’t obscure bright Glory from my soule
Tis thou that fet'rest me with flesh and bone
And mak'st me here in dust and ashes Rowle 40
Presenting to me transitory toyes
And hidest from my soule Celestiall Joyes
But Death; triumph not in my dissolucion
For though thou hold'st in thy cursed Jawes
And I my passage make through Revolution 45
Humbly obedient to my Makers lawes
Yet he that doth in infinite power excell
In love to me hath Conquer'd Death and Hell
But oh my sins (my sins) and none but those
Makes my poore soule o're flow with sad anoy 50
Tis they and none but they doe interpose
Twixt heaven and me and doth Eclips my Joy
Tis neither clowdes, nor Moone nor shades of Earth
Could keepe my soule from whence she had her birth
For were my soule from all transgression free 55
Earths fadeing pleasures I would then despise
Corruption. I would trample over thee
And with swift Eagles wings I'd mount the skies
But o my Sins they will not let mee flie
They fetter me more then Mortalitie 60
But yet my saviour doth hope me feed
Who did in love my cursed nature take
And, that poore I might live in Death did Bleed
he to Eternall Glory will mee take
Then sin triumph noe longer over mee 65
For I in Christ have conquer'd Death and thee.