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When time was young, & World in I… Man did not proudly strive for So… But each one thought his petty Ru… If of his house he held the Monar… This was the golden Age, but afte…
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…
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo! here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I;
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and… Of Cities founded, Common—wealths… For my mean Pen are too superior… Or how they all, or each their dat… Let Poets and Historians set thes…
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I wakened was with thund’ring nois… And piteous shrieks of dreadful vo… That fearful sound of “fire” and “…
Phoebus make haste, the day’s too… The silent night’s the fittest tim… But stay this once, unto my suit g… And tell my griefs in either hemis… (And if the whirling of thy wheels…
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…
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…
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
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…
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, “Lo, I… On brittle earth a consolation sou… What isn’t in honor to be set on h…
Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to po… Whom oft she fed, and clothed with…
Bles’t bee thy Name, who did’st r… To health my Daughter dear When death did seem ev’n to approa… And life was ended near. Gravnt shee remember what thov’st…
To finish what’s begun, was my int… My thoughts and my endeavours ther… Essays I many made but still gave… The more I mus’d, the more I was… The subject large my mind and body…
As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest His wasted limbes, now lye full so… That myrie steps, haue troden oft Blesses himself, to think vpon