The Costli'st Gem kept in Christs Ivory Box O're laid with Saphires such none else ere had, Christs Key of grace this Cabinet unlocks And offers thee. Why then art thou so sad? Such bright Affection in's bright bowells boiles Up to thyself, may, glaze thy Cheeks with Smiles. That Precious Gem yea preciousest of all Embedded in Christs bowells as they shine Ore Covered with asure Saphirs, Call To welcome it with brightsome looks of thine. Oh Happy thou! waring the brightest thing That Christs bright bowells alwayes weare within. Then why shouldst thou, my Soule, be dumpish sad, Frown hence away thy melancholy Face. Oh! Chide thyselfe out of this Frame so bad Seing Christs precious bowells thee Embrace. One flash of this bright Gem these bowells bring Unto thyselfe, may make thy heart to singe. Thy Ivory Chest with Saph'rine Varnish fine Ope Lord, give me thy Bowells Gem all deare. My lumpish Lookes shall then yield smiles and shine. Thy brightsomness shall make my looks shine cleare. If that love in thy Ivory Chest is mine My Countenance thy bowells Love shall Chime. |