Wit's Pilgrimage - Part 35
Now plaies my Mind vpon hir Instrument ,
(Thought-wasted Body , Organ of my Minde )
No Parts but such as wholy discontent,
My Parts are so vntun'd, by Thee, Vnkinde!
My Longues (the Bellowes draw in nought but Aire ,
That filles my Wind-pipes but with harshe Complaints
Tending to Diapassons of Dispaire ,
Which often die, for, that Winde often faints.
My Hart , and Braines (the Stoppes , that cause the Moode)
Do often stopp: sith oft such Moodes they cause
As by the Pangs of Death are oft with-stood,
Through which the Organs Voice doth, sinking, pause:
But if thou (SWEET) wilt haue It sweetly rise,
Then, breathe sweet Aire into It as It dies.
(Thought-wasted Body , Organ of my Minde )
No Parts but such as wholy discontent,
My Parts are so vntun'd, by Thee, Vnkinde!
My Longues (the Bellowes draw in nought but Aire ,
That filles my Wind-pipes but with harshe Complaints
Tending to Diapassons of Dispaire ,
Which often die, for, that Winde often faints.
My Hart , and Braines (the Stoppes , that cause the Moode)
Do often stopp: sith oft such Moodes they cause
As by the Pangs of Death are oft with-stood,
Through which the Organs Voice doth, sinking, pause:
But if thou (SWEET) wilt haue It sweetly rise,
Then, breathe sweet Aire into It as It dies.
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