Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
SapphicksXCIX. Tristram White
O
No rebell be thou; for, alas, too feeble
Is thy fraile temper set against his wil’s force.
Thunder obeyes him.
Wings are weak organs to auoid his eye-sight—
Earth, sea, and heauen’s selfe are within that orbe’s space,
Hee’s so beyond place.
And see thou welcome what hee throwes vpon thee;
Hang on his precepts, liue a life well order’d,
And fly no thunder.
Here’s thine owne semblant by my sinnes abused;
Here’s thy deare Sonne’s price: O, be good, my soule cryes,
And be thou gracious.
And see thou welcome what hee throwes vpon thee;
Hang on his precepts, liue a life well order’d,
And fly no thunder.
Simply be subiect; for, alas, without him
Dwels nothing hopeful: then, O soule, to him still
Simply be subiect.