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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…
The Argument. He goes to Timnah: as he went He slew a lyon by the way; He sues, obtaines the maid’s conse… And they appoint tlie marriage-day…
And what’s a life? A weary pilgri… Whose glory in one day doth fill t… With childhood, manhood, and decre… And what’s a life? The flourishin… Of the proud summer-meadow, which…
They’re like the Priest and Clerk… One makes the Sermon; t’other tun…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
And were it for thy profit, to obt… All sunshine? No vicissitude of… Think’st thou that thy laborious p… Not winter frosts as well as summe… There must be both: sometimes thes…
Even like two little bank-dividing… That wash the pebbles with their w… And having ranged and searched a t… Meet both at length in silver-brea… Where in a greater current they co…
No, no, he is not dead ; the mouth… Honor’s shrill herald, would prese… And make it live in spight of deat… Were there no other heaven, no oth… He is not dead: the sacred nine de…
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…
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…
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…