Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, S. LUKE, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT



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S. LUKE, by            
First Line: What though some monstrous things yt wear
Last Line: The deadly poyson from deaths conquerd sting.
Subject(s): Luke, Saint (1st Century)


WHAT though some monstrous Things yt wear
Physitians Names, & Looks,
And all things but their Books,
The onely licence'd Murderers are,
Traders in Deaths, wch They so dear doe sell,
That They undoe oftimes before they kell?

The Art is Noble still, & can
Bid Death her distance keep
Though Age gins to be steep,
And downward bends ye hoary Man:
Physik is Lifes Reserve, & can make way
For routed Nature not to loose ye Day.

And in this potent Art our Saint
A Master was: yet He
Ambitious is to be
Skilld deeper yet, & to acquaint
With Mystik Physik, wch may both restore
And make his Patients Live for evermore.

In ye fair Beds of Paradise
He searcheth every Place
To find each herb of grace,
In which most heavnly virtue lies.
And makes a Soveraigne Purge, whose Power divine
Serves to clense Hearts, & grossest Soules refine.

But His cheife Simple is that Tree,
Upon whose every Bough
And Leaf pure Life doth grow;
And this his JESUS is, whom He
Folds up in Papyr, & doth freely send
For all sick soules to ye Worlds furthest end.

No Physik like to Gospell is,
Which He himselfe did trie
Upon himselfe, & by
Its virtue still doth live: Tis this
Which purgeth all Corruption, & doth wring
The deadly poyson from Deaths conquerd sting.





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