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2. Sam. 1. 19. Alas slain is the… Illustrious Saul whose beauty did… Upon thy places mountainous and hi… How did the Mighty fall, and fall… In Gath let not this things be sp…
As spring the winter doth succeed, And leaues the naked Trees doe dr… The earth all black is cloth’d in… At svn—shine each their joy expres… My Svns returned with healing win…
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my… My joy, my Magazine of earthly st… If two be one, as surely thou and… How stayest thou there, whilst I… So many steps, head from the heart…
Another four I’ve left yet to bri… Of four times four the last Quate… The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the… In season all these Seasons I sha… Sweet Spring like man in his Mino…
Ah me! conceiv’d in sin, and born… A nothing, here to day, but gone t… Whose mean beginning, blushing can… But night and darkness must with s… My mother’s breeding sickness, I…
Lo, now four other act upon the st… Childhood and Youth, the Many and… The first son unto phlegm, grandch… Unstable, supple, cold and moist’s… The second, frolic, claims his ped…
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak. I owe so much, so little can
Most truly honoured, and as truly… If worth in me or ought I do appe… Who can of right better demand the… Than may your worthy self from who… The principal might yield a greate…
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort… And when my soul these things abho… Then, Lord, Thou said’st unto me,… Thou knowest the sorrows that I f…
Proem. Although great Queen, thou now in… Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to… Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in ev… And so has vow’d, whilst there is…
O Lord, Thou hear’st my daily moa… And see’st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God;
Dear Sir of late delighted with t… Of your four Sisters cloth’d in b… Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne’r saw… Though made a pedestal for Adams… Their worth so shines in these ric…
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow’d (and so will do) Thee as a foe still to pursue, And combat with thee will and must
What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine? O, never let me from thee swerue, For truly I am thine. My thankfull mouth shall speak thy…
In secret place where once I stoo… Close by the Banks of Lacrim floo… I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to… One Flesh was call’d, who had her…