To His Saviour's Sepulchre: His Devotion.

Hail, holy and all-honour'd tomb,     By no ill haunted; here I come,     With shoes put off, to tread thy room.     I'll not profane by soil of sin     Thy door as I do enter in;     For I have washed both hand and heart,     This, that, and every other part,     So that I dare, with far less fear     Than full affection, enter here.     Thus, thus I come to kiss Thy stone     With a warm lip and solemn one:     And as I kiss I'll here and there     Dress Thee with flow'ry diaper.     How sweet this place is! as from hence     Flowed all Panchaia's frankincense;     Or rich Arabia did commix,     Here, all her rare aromatics.     Let me live ever here, and stir     No one step from this sepulchre.     Ravish'd I am! and down I lie     Confused in this brave ecstasy.     Here let me rest; and let me have     This for my heaven that was Thy grave:     And, coveting no higher sphere,     I'll my eternity spend here.