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First Line: My head, my lord, that ivory cabinet
Last Line: Will have my glory all conferrd on thee.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My head, my Lord, that ivory Cabinet
'S a nest of Brains dust, dry, ne're yet could Ware
The Velvet locks of Vertue for its deck
Or golden Fleece of Wisdoms virdent hair.
The Scull without, not fring'd with Wisdom fleece.
The pan within a goose pen full of geese.

There Reason's wick yarn-like ore twisted Snarles
Chandled with Sensuall tallow out doth blaze
A smoaky flame upon its hurden harles
That Wil-a-Wisps it into boggy wayes.
Melt off this fat, my Reason make thy Candle
And light it with thy Wisdom's flames that spangle.

Thy Person's Wisdoms Sparkling Treasury:
Consisting of two natures: One of which
Runs parallell with blest infinity
All treasures here of Wisdom ever pitch.
Wise Counsills all, of everlasting date,
And Wisdom them t'effect, here sits in state.

Th'other's a Locker of a Humane frame
With richer than Corinthian Amber tills
And Shelves of Emralds. Here to deck the same
All Wisdom that's Created comes, and fills.
Created Wisdom all and all its Wealths
Of Grace are treasur'de in these Tills and Shelfes.

Like to a Sparkling Carbuncle up Caskt
Within a Globe of Chrystall glass most cleare
Fills 't all with Shine which through its sides are flasht
And makes all glorious Shine: so much more here
These treasures of thy Wisdom shine out bright
In thee. My Candle With thy Flame, Lord, Light.

Or as the Sun within its Azure bowre
That guilds its Chrystall Walls with golden rayes
It from its bowl like body, light out poures
Exiling darkness, making glorious dayes
All Wisdom so, and Wisdoms Treasures all
Are shining out in thee, their Arcinall.

Unlock thy Locker, make my faith Key here
To back the Wards. Lord ope the Wicket gate
And from thine Emrald Shelves, and Pinchase there
A beame of every sort of Wisdom take
And set it in the Socket of my Soule
To make all day within, and night controle.

And from these tills, and drawers take a grain
Of evry sort of Sanctifying grace
Wherewith impregnate thou the former beame.
Set in my Soule a lamp to light that place
That so these beames let in, may generate
Grace in my Soule, and so an Holy State.

If wisdom in the Socket of my heart
And Grace within its Cradle rockt do shine
My head shall ware a frindg of Wisdoms art.
Thy grace shall guild this pilgrim life of mine.
Thy Wisdom's Treasure thus Conferrd on mee
Will have my glory all Conferrd on thee.





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