As Hauing Been Writt When the Author Was Yet Among the Protestants

Thus haue I back again to thy bright name(Fair floud of holy fires!) transfus'd the flameI took from reading thee: 'tis to thy wrongI know, that in my weak and worthlesse songThou here art sett to shine where thy full dayScarse dawnes. O pardon, if I dare to sayThine own dear bookes are guilty. For from thenceI learn't to know that Loue is eloquence.That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to tryIf, what to other tongues is tun'd so high,Thy praise might not speak English too: forbid(By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde)Forbid it, mighty Loue! let no fond hateOf names and wordes, so farr praeiudicate.Souls are not Spaniards too: one freindly floudOf baptism blends them all into a blood.Christ's faith makes but one body of all soules,And Loue's that body's soul; no law controwllsOur free traffique for Heau'n; we may maintainePeace, sure, with piety, though it come from Spain.What soul so e're, in any language, canSpeak Heau'n like her's, is my soul's country-man.O 'tis not Spanish, but 'tis Heau'n she speaks!'Tis Heau'n that lyes in ambush there, and breaksFrom thence into the wondring reader's brest;Who feels his warm heart hatcht into a nestOf little eagles and young loues, whose highFlights scorn the lazy dust, and things that dy.There are enow whose draughts (as deep as Hell)Drink vp all Spain in sack. Let my soul swellWith the strong wine of Loue: let others swimmeIn puddles; we will pledge this seraphimBowles full of richer blood then blush of grapeWas euer guilty of. Change we our shape(My soul) some drink from men to beasts, O thenDrink we till we proue more, not lesse, then men,And turn not beasts but angels. Let the KingMe euer into these His cellars bring,Where flowes such wine as we can haue of noneBut Him Who trod the wine-presse all alone:Wine of youth, life, and the sweet deaths of Loue;Wine of immortall mixture; which can proueIts tincture from the rosy nectar; wineThat can exalt weak earth; and so refineOur dust, that at one draught, MortalityMay drink it self vp, and forget to dy.