To Cousin M. S

Sometimes, dear Friend, this riseth in my Heart, Come let's with Mary, choose the better Part; Of which the Meek shall not deprived be: Her Seat was low, in deep Humility, At holy Jesus's Feet, where her Desire Was still to hear that Voice, which did inspire Her Heart with fervent Love. She did not seek Usurped Power, but learned to be meek; For certainly, the humble Hearted shall Exalted be; but Pride portends a Fall. Whoever would be great, must first be low And little, and a true Subjection know To that which teacheth Lowliness of Mind; And to the Truth their All must be resign'd, Before they can obtain that true Content, And solid Joy, that's firm and permanent: Such then may say, No Solace, Joy, nor Love, Like unto this, which freely from above Distils and streams into the Heart that's pure; Here's Treasure, Pleasure, Peace, that will endure: To this we ought to make our Calling sure.