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First Line: My lord, my love, my sov'reign, and supreme
Last Line: And make my winde pipe thy sweet praises sing.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My Lord, my Love, my Sov'reign, and Supreme,
Thy Word's my Rule, thy Law's my Lifes sweet line.
All Law subordinate not to this Beame
No right contains: but is of Sodoms Shrine.
Thy mouth's most sweet, the Winde pipe of thy Lungs
Conveighs all Sweetness from thy Heart that throngs.

The Spring of Life, and all life's Sweetness Choice
Hatcht in thy Heart. (Oh! how sweet is this Chest?)
Comes bubbling up this path of Breath and Voice?
This Highway is the through fare of thy Breast:
Wherein its Vitall Breath runs in, and out
Well loaded with sweet languague all about.

The golden Current of Sweet Grace sprung in
Thy Heart, Deare Lord comes Wafting on thy Tast
Sweetning thy Palate passing by its ring,
And rowling in our borders thus begrac'te.
Come tast and see How sweet this Current is.
Oh! sweet breath passage. Sweetend sweet as bliss.

The golden mine of Sanctifying Grace
That in thy heart is glorious indeed
In Golden Streames come flowering out apace
Through thy rich golden pipe, and so in Speed,
As golden liquour, running thence all ore
Into thy Spouse's heart from Graces Store.

That golden Crucible of Grace all sweet,
Is thy sweet Heart, The golden pipe of Fame
Is thy sweet Windpipe, where thy Spirits reech
Comes breizing sweet perfumes out from the Same.
This is the golden gutter of thy Lungs
And through thy mouth, by th'Palate sweetly runs.

Thy Palate hence not sweet but Sweetness is
It being made the thorough faire or way
Of all that Sweetness of thy heart, and bliss
That from thy heart to us thou dost Conveigh.
How sweet then must thy Holy mouth neede bee
Through which thy sweetning heart breath comes from thee?

Lord, make my Palates Constitution right
Like to thy Palates Constitution fine.
That what comes from thy heart in heart delight
Sweet to thy Palate may thus sweeten mine.
Then what disrellish to thy Palate shall
Shall to my Palate be disrellisht all.

Then what shall to thy tast be sweet indeed
Shall be most sweet unto my tast likewise.
What bitter to thy Palate doth proceed
Shall to my Palate bitter up arise.
Thy Hearts sweet steame that doth thy Palate greet
Will make my Tast with thy heart Sweetness sweet.

Those Hony falls that in thy heart rise high
Of Grace, and through the pipes of thy pure Lungs
Are brought into thy mouths bright Canopy
And on my Garden herbs are shower'd in throngs
Will sweeten all my flowers and herbs therein
And make my Winde Pipe thy sweet praises sing.





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