Yet spake he to Beltane in soft and soothing accents, on this wise: "Resplendent sir, behold this thy most officious wight who doth my tender throat with hurtful hand encompassdoubtless to some wise and gracious end an he doth squeeze me thus at thy command.

Accordingly one of them, disguised as a domestic servant, was instructed to present a nosegay to Káús; and after respectfully kissing the ground, say to him: "Thou art great as king can be, Boundless in thy majesty; What is all this earth to thee, All beneath the sky? Peris, mortals, demons, hear Thy commanding voice with fear; Thou art lord of all things here,

Nay, never frowne, I doe remember thys As well methynks as if it hapned nowe.

The words I and O should always be capitals; as, "Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion."Psalm cxlvii.

tell me, cruell sir, Why you have doone thys, that myne innocent soule May teache repentance to you dies.

But leaveing thys and you to the pore hope Of other mens and perhaps my cast cloathes, I tell thee, syllie creature, I am nowe Spreadinge my wings and mountinge to a heyghte From whence I will with scorne beholde such thyngs As all th'ambityon thou art master of Can never make thee hope or wish to be.

But better had I known the truth, When I desired to know, And listened to thy pleading words, And read thy written vow.

But hold, my Muse, forbear thy towering flight, Nor bring the secrets of the gods to light: In vain would thy presumptuous verse The immortal rhetoric rehearse; The mighty strains, in lyric numbers bound, Forget their majesty, and lose their sound.

A crye within "God save Theodora the Empresse!" You heare thys? Buss.

He then led me to the highest Pinnacle of the Rock, and placing me on the Top of it, Cast thy Eyes Eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest.

'Tis thy want alone that keeps thee in health of body and mind, and that which thou persecutest and abhorrest as a feral plague is thy physician and chiefest friend, which makes thee a good man, a healthful, a sound, a virtuous, an honest and happy man.

I bring thee here a branch of palm, gathered in paradise; command that it be carried before thy bier in the day of thy death, for in three days thy soul shall leave thy body, and thou shalt enter into paradise, where thy Son awaits thy coming."

Then upward turn thy weeping eye; Nor, like yon drooping tree, Bend downward to the earth; on high See Jesus looks on thee.

Or should the trials come, Shatt'ring thy earthly home, Dashing fond hopes and despoiling thy life: Meekly thy burden bear To Jesus' throne, and there Thou wilt find rest and helpstrength for the strife.

Aboute them, Syr, and doute not thys.

We have as good a right to examine thy back, as are have to examine his."

O almond-tree, thou provest That the expected hours Of bliss may often turn to bane, As fade thy dazzling flowers.

She knows not, must not know, thy nobler Fire, Whom she, and whom the Muses do inspire; Her Image only shall thy Breast employ, And fill thy captiv'd Soul with Shades of joy; Direct thy Dreams by Night, thy Thoughts by Day; And never, never, from thy Bosom stray.'

Thy dying look of love can I forget; The last fond pressure of thy hand, for ever!

Get quick another son To foster thy last years, to lay thee on Thy bier, when dead, and wrap thee in thy pall.

Thys I founde (Mongst other thyngs) in haplesse

Again, we have the teaching recorded by Matthew, out of which Peter's question sprang"If thy brother sin against thee, go, show him his fault between thee and him alone; if he hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother"followed by the parable of the Unforgiving Servant, with its solemn warning of inimitable doom: "So shall also My heavenly Father do unto you, if ye forgive not every one his brother from your hearts.

On me heap all thy wrathI understand it: What can blind senseless terror do for them?

Once through an autumn wood I roamed in tearful mood, By grief dismayed, doubting, and ill at ease; When from a leafless oak, Methought low murmurs broke, Complaining accents, as of words like these: "Incline thy mighty ear Great Mother Earth, and hear How I, thy child, am sorely vexed and tossed; No one to heed my moan, I shudder here, alone With my destroyers, wind and snow, and frost.

The tenth direction: Cry to God that He would inflame thy will also with the things of the other world.