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PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 139, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: My deare, deare lord, oh that my heart was made
Last Line: Sin to destroy. God's ordinances raise.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature

My Deare, Deare Lord, oh that my Heart was made
Thy Golden Vessel filld with Graces Wine
Received from thy Fulness and displaide
Even by thy Spouse in her sweet Wine cup fine
Unto thy blessed selfe to drinke at Will,
Of her Sweet Wine unto thy very fill.

Thy Love that's in thy Spouses Countenance
Is so delighted with her Temples State,
The Seate of Modesty that in't doth glance,
Her Temples like a piece of Pomegranate
That with Arteriall blood blossom with blushes,
That in her Temples yield do spirituall flushes.

The Temples where's the purest blood indeed
Impregnate with the working Spirits ripe.
That Warm and work the Brains as they proceed,
Even from the Heart through the Arteriall pipe.
Hence modest Looks and head that contemplate
The Temples proper exercise and State.

The Temples like a piece of Pomegranate
Import thy Spirituall Beauty and Spirits high
In purest heart blood through th'Arteriall Gate
Into the Head. Hence these thy Visage dy
Pomegranat like with Ruby blushes Stains
And sharpen do thine Eyes with Spirituall Strains.

And through thy Temples Silver Wickets go
Int' Contemplations Temple brave and there
In Spirituall Contemplations labour do
On Christs rich Grace, and Glory every where,
And how to manage well in Grace's wayes
Sin to destroy. God's Ordinances raise.

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