Upon the B. of Exon. Doct. Hall his Meditations

MOst wretched soul, that here carowsing pleasure,
Hath all his heav'n on earth; and ne're distressed
Enjoyes these fond delights without all measure,
And freely living thus, is thus deceased!
Ah greatest curse, so to be ever blessed!
For where to live is heav'n, 'tis hell to die.
Ah wretch, that here begins hells miserie!

Most bessed soul, that lifted up with wings
Of faith and love, leaves this base habitation,
And scorning sluggish earth, to heav'n up springs;
On earth, yet still in heav'n by meditation;
With the souls eye foreseeing th' heav'nly station:
Then 'gins his life, when he's of life bereaven.
Ah blessed soul, that here begins his heaven!