to my own Religion again

That admitt this bee the true God whom we worship, and that be his word, yet why may not the Popish Religion bee the right? They have the same God, the same Christ, the same word; they only interprett it one way, wee another. This hath sometimes stuck with me, and more it would, but the vain fooleries that are in their Religion,

Have I not found that operation by it that no humane Invention can work upon the Soul?

for in Truth, it is the absence and presence of God that makes Heaven or Hell.

either in granting the thing I prayed for, or else in satisfying my mind without it; and I have been confident it hath been from him, because I have found my heart through his goodnes enlarged in thankfullnes to him.

If at any time you are chastened of God, take it as thankfully and Joyfully as in greatest mercyes, for if yee bee his yee shall reap the greatest benefit by it.

sometimes he hath smott a child with sicknes

he hath never suffered me long to sitt loose from him, but by one affliction or other hath made me look home, and search what was amisse

ost mee many prayers and tears before I obtained one

into this Contry

I changed my condition and was marryed

my Condition

I could not be at rest till by prayer I had confest it unto God

but that you may gain some spiritual Advantage by my experience. I have not studied in this you read to show my skill, but to declare the Truth — not to sett forth myself, but the Glory of God.

much lesse to All

But as I grew up to bee about 14 or 15 I found my heart more carnall, and sitting loose from God, vanity and the follyes of youth take hold of me.

not to sett forth myself, but the Glory of God.

Now say, have women worth, or have they none? Or had they some, but with our Queen is't gone?

Ph{oe}nix Queen

Yet for our Queen is no fit parallel

(Pallas)

The rude untamed Irish

Protectrix

Was ever people better rul'd than hers? Was ever Land more happy, freed from stirs? Did ever wealth in England so abound? Her Victories in foreign Coasts resound?

The Salic Law

She hath wip'd off th' aspersion of her Sex, That women wisdom lack to play the Rex.

No memories, nor volumes can contain, The nine Olymp'ades of her happy reign, Who was so good, so just, so learn'd, so wise, From all the Kings on earth she won the prize.

Eliza's

So great's thy glory, and thine excellence, The sound thereof raps every human sense That men account it no impiety To say thou wert a fleshly Deity.

(though out of date)

Earth hath enough of what you will. Then let not go what thou maist find For things unknown only in mind."

Doth Contemplation feed thee so Regardlessly to let earth go? Can Speculation satisfy Notion without Reality?

One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye On worldly wealth and vanity; The other Spirit, who did rear Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

earth

If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none;

I wash'd thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.

My rambling brat (in print)

At thy return my blushing was not small,

Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain,

And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.

Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad expos'd to public view,

For such despite they cast on female wits, If what I do prove well, it won't advance-- They'll say it was stolen, or else it was by chance.

Who says my hand a needle better fits.

A weak or wounded brain admits no cure

But simple I according to my skill.

For such despite they cast on female wits, If what I do prove well, it won't advance-- They'll say it was stolen, or else it was by chance.

Nor perfect beauty where's a main defect: My foolish, broken, blemished Muse so sings; And this to mend, alas, no art is able, 'Cause nature made is so, irreparable.

no friends so dear and sweet, But with death's parting blow is sure to meet.