And bow their flaming heads before Thee: Still thrones and dominations would adore Thee; Still would those euer-wakefull sons of fire 25 Keep warm Thy prayse Both nights and dayes, And teach Thy lou'd name to their noble lyre. Let froward dust then doe it's kind; And giue it self for sport to the proud wind. 30 Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the æternity of Thy old cares? Why shouldst Thou bow Thy awfull brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me? Should not the king still keepe his throne 35 Because some desperate fool's vndone? Or will the World's illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes. Will the gallant sun E're the lesse glorious run? 40 Will he hang down his golden head Or e're the sooner seek his Western bed, Because some foolish fly Growes wanton, and will dy? If I were lost in misery, 45 What was it to Thy Heaun and Thee? What was it to Thy pretious blood If my foul heart call'd for a floud? What if my faithlesse soul and I Would needs fall in 50 With guilt and sin; What did the Lamb, that He should dy? What did the Lamb, that He should need, When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed? If my base lust, 55 Bargain'd with Death and well-beseeming dust: Why should the white Lamb's bosom write The purple name Of my sin's shame? 60 Why should His vnstaind brest make good My blushes with His Own heart-blood? O my Saviovr, make me see How dearly Thou hast payd for me, That lost again my life may proue, 65 As then in death, so now in loue. S. MARIA MAIOR. Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi, qui pascitur inter lilia. _Cant._ ii. THE HIMN, O GLORIOSA DOMINA.[56]