~AXTER'S POEMS. .)/ Spirit. · God's cage is better than the wildetness. When winter comes, liberty brings distress. Flesh. Pleasure's man's happiness: the will'::; not free To choose our misery : this cannot be. Spirit. ·God is man's end: with him are highe;; t joys. . Sensual pleasures are but dreams and toys. Should sin seem sweet? Is Satan turn'd thy friend ? Will not thy sweet prove bitter in the end ? Hast thou found sweeter pleasures than God's love ? Is a fool's laughter like the joys above? Beauty surpasseth all deceitful paints : What's empty mirth to the delights of saints ? God would not have thee have less joy., but more :. And therefore shews thee the eternal ·store. . Flesll. Who can love baseness, pove1ty, andwant ? And under pining sickness be content? Spirit. He that hath laid his treasure up above; And placed his portion onlyin God's love: That waits for glory when his life is done . This man will be content with God alone. (mirth, Flesh. What good will . sorrow. do us ? Is not Fitter to warm a cold heart here on earth? c Troubles will come whether we will or no: I '11 never banish pleasure, and choose woe. [thing:". : Spi-rit. Then choose not sin; touch not forbidde a Taste not the sweet that endless sorrow brings. · If thou love pleasure, take in God thy fill: Look not for lasting joysin doing ill. Flesh. AtHic~ion 's better:. life will soon be done : Pleasure shall be my part ere all be gone• . D 2
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