The Right Hand.

God's hands are round and smooth, that gifts may fall
Freely from them and hold none back at all.

Two parts of us successively command:
The tongue in peace; but then in war the hand.

How am I bound to Two! God, who doth give
The mind; the king, the means whereby I live.

God is all fore-part; for, we never see
Any part backward in the Deity.

God is all sufferance here; here He doth show
No arrow nockt, only a stringless bow:
His arrows fly, and all His stones are hurl'd
Against the wicked in another world.

One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand
Expecting when to fall, which soon will be;
First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.