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First Line: Untun'de, my lord. My cankard brassy wire
Last Line: Bee fined gold, to tune thee praise with all.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Untun'de, my Lord. My Cankard brassy wire
'S unfit to harp thee Musick. Angells pipes
Are squeaking things: soon out of breath. Desires
Exceed them; yet screwd highst up are but mites
To meddle with the Musicking thy glory.
What then's my jews trump meet to tune thy Story?

File off the rust: forgive my Sin, and make
My Heart thy Harp: and mine Affections brac'de
With gracious Grace thy Golden Strings to shake
With Quavers of thy glory well begrac'de.
Though small's my mite, its dusty Wings e're will
Sprindg out thy fame tun'de by thy Spirits Skill.

Three Shining Suns rise in the Chrystall Skies
Of Mankinde Orbs, and Orbs Angelicall.
Whose Rayes out Shine all pimping Stars that rise
Within these Spheres and Circuite through them all.
These do evigorate all Action done
By men and angells right, wherein they run.

The Shine of these three Suns is all the Same,
Yet sparkling differently according to
The Matter form'd therewith, and beares the Name
Authority, and by the Same doth goe,
Into a trine of Offices. Hence springs
Good warrant, for just Prophets, Priests and Kings.

These three are brightest Suns, held in the Skies
Or shining Orb of Man, or Angell kinde.
And all attain unto a Sovereign Sise
Of Shine, that hitherto ascend, we finde.
The brightest brightness, and the mighti'st Might
Is lodg'd in each one of these Balls of Light.

He that hath any one of these, doth weare
A Supreme Shine. But all these three Suns came
To no man; but alone unto thy Share,
My Lord, they fall. Thou hast the Sovereign name.
And all the glorious Sunshine of these three
Bright Suns, shines bright and powerfull out in thee.

Here's three fold glory, Prophet's, Priest's and King's
Trible Authority bestud thy Crown.
As Mediatour all that Pow're within
The Heaven, and Earth is thine. O bright Renown.
To view those glories in thy Crown that vapor,
Would make bright Angells eyes to run a-water.

O! plant mee in thy Priestly Sunshine, I
Shall then be reconcild to God. In mee
A beame of thy Propheticke Sun imploy.
'Twill fill my Spirits Eye with light to see.
Make in my heart thy Kingly Sunshine flame.
'Twill burn my Sin up, sanctify my frame.

My Gracious-Glorious Lord, shall I be thine?
Wilt thou be mine? Then happy, happy mee!
I shall then cloath'd be with the Sun, and shine,
Crown'd with tweelve Starrs, Moon under foot too see.
Lord, so be it. My rusty Wires then shall
Bee fined gold, to tune thee praise with all.





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