Volume 1 — OF THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOULE.

TWO Soules move here, and mine (a third) must move Paces of admiration, and of love; Thy Soule (deare virgin) whose this tribute is, Mov'd from this mortall Spheare to lively blisse; 5And yet moves still, and still aspires to see The worlds last day, thy glories full degree: Like as those starres which thou o'r-lookest farre, Are in their place, and yet still moved are: No soule (whiles with the luggage of this clay 10It clogged is) can follow thee halfe way; Or see thy flight, which doth our thoughts outgoe So fast, that now the lightning moves but slow: But now thou art as high in heaven flowne As heaven's from us; what soule besides thine owne 15Can tell thy joyes, or say he can relate Thy glorious Journals in that blessed state? I envie thee (Rich soule) I envy thee, Although I cannot yet thy glory see: And thou (great spirit) which hers follow'd hast 20So fast, as none can follow thine so fast; So far, as none can follow thine so farre, (And if this flesh did not the passage barre Hadst caught her) let me wonder at thy flight Which long agone hadst lost the vulgar sight, 25And now mak'st proud the better eyes, that they Can see thee less'ned in thine ayery way; So while thou mak'st her soule by progresse knowne Thou mak'st a noble progresse of thine owne, From this worlds carkasse having mounted high 30To that pure life of immortalitie; Since thine aspiring thoughts themselves so raise That more may not beseeme a creatures praise, Yet still thou vow'st her more; and every yeare Mak'st a new progresse, while thou wandrest here; 35Still upward mount; and let thy Makers praise Honor thy Laura, and adorne thy laies. And since thy Muse her head in heaven shrouds, Oh let her never stoope below the clouds: And if those glorious sainted soules may know 40Or what wee doe, or what wee sing below, Those acts, those songs shall still content them best Which praise those awfull Powers that make them blest.