MADAME, Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right, By these wee reach divinity, that's you; Their loves, who have the blessings of your light, Grew from their reason, mine from faire faith grew. But as, although a squint lefthandednesse Be'ungracious, yet we cannot want that hand, So would I, not to encrease, but to expresse My faith, as I beleeve, so understand. Therefore I study you first in your Saints, Those friends, whom your election glorifies, Then in your deeds, accesses, and restraints, And what you reade, and what your selfe devize. But soone, the reasons why you'are lov'd by all, Grow infinite, and so passe reasons reach, Then backe againe to'implicite faith I fall, And rest on what the Catholique voice doth teach; That you are good: and not one Heretique Denies it: if he did, yet you are so. For, rockes, which high top'd and deep rooted sticke, Waves wash, not undermine, nor overthrow. In every thing there naturally growes A @3Balsamum@1 to keepe it fresh, and new, If 'twere not injur'd by extrinsique blowes; Your birth and beauty are this Balme in you. But you of learning and religion, And vertue, 'and such ingredients, have made A methridate, whose operation Keepes off, or cures what can be done or said. Yet, this is not your physicke, but your food, A dyet fit for you; for you are here The first good Angell, since the worlds frame stood, That ever did in womans shape appeare. Since you are then Gods masterpeece, and so His Factor for our loves; do as you doe, Make your returne home gracious; and bestow This life on that; so make one life of two. For so God helpe mee, 'I would not misse you there For all the good which you can do me here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA BELLA GORRY; THE PAZON'S STORY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET by ROBERT BURNS HILLS OF HOME by WITTER BYNNER MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: CHORUS (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |