They’re like the Priest and Clerk… One makes the Sermon; t’other tun…

The world’s a theatre. The earth,… Placed in the midst: where both pr… Both rich and poor, fool, wise man… All act their parts in life’s shor… Our life’s a tragedy. Those secre…

1 Why dost thou shade thy love… 2 Does that eclipsing hand so… 3 The sunshine of thy soul-enl… 4 Without that light, what lig… 5 Thou art my life, my way, my…

* LIKE to the damaske rose you see… Or like the blossome on the tree, Or like the daintie flower of May… Or like the Morning to the day,

The Argument. The Ninivites beleeve the word, Their hearts retiu’ne mito the Lo… In him they put their onely trust; They niourne in sackcloth and in d…

Close now thine eyes and rest secu… Thy soul is safe enough, thy body… He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, n… The smiling conscience in a sleepi…

Vnconstant earth! why doe not mort… To build their hopes upon so short… Vncertaine lease, whose terme but… Tels never when it ends till it be… We dote upon thy smiles, not knowi…

I love (and have some cause to lov… She is my Maker’s creature, there… She is my mother, for she gave me… She is my tender nurse; she gives… But what’s a creature, Lord, comp…

MY soul, sit thou a patient looke… Judge not the play before the play… Her plot hath many changes; every… Speaks a new scene; the last act c…

My soul, sit thou a patient looker… Judge not the play before the play… Her plot hath many changes; every… Speaks a new scene; the last act…

GOE, glorious saint! I knew ’twa… Of flesh could lodge so pure a sou… I saw it labour (in a holy scorne Of living dust and ashes) to be sw… A heavenly quirister: it sigh’d an…

Eternal God! O Thou that only ar… The sacred fountain of eternal lig… And blessed loadstone of my better… O Thou my heart’s desire, my soul… Reflect upon my soul, and touch my…

E’EN like two little bank-dividin… That wash the pebbles with their w… And having ranged and search’d a t… Meet both at length in silver-brea… Where in a greater current they co…

Bridegroom. Now rests my love: till nuw her te… Wanting her joy, could finde no pe… I charge you all, by the true love… To friendship, or what else you co…

Mors Christi. And am I here, and my Redeemer go… Can he be dead, and is not my life… Was he tormented in excesse of mea… And doe I live yet? and yet live…