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The merry World did on a day With his train-bands and mates agr… To meet together where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First Beauty crept into a rose,
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…
LORD, Thou art mine, and I am T… If mine I am; and Thine much more Then I or ought or can be mine. Yet to be Thine doth me restore, So that again I now am mine,
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art
Oh King of grief! (a title strang… To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I gr… Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has…
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. S… Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that t… With him may’st rise: That, as his death calcinèd thee t…
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth… Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore:
Lord, with what care hast Thou be… Parents first season us; then scho… Deliver us to laws;—they send us b… To rules of reason, holy messenger… Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow doggi…
I Got me flowers to straw Thy way… I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along w… The sunne arising in the East,
When first thou didst entice to th… I thought the service brave; So many joys I writ down for my p… Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delight…
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder… A wonder tortur’d in the space
If as the winds and waters here be… Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were ab… Sure they would move And much affect thee, as tempestuo…
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy fac…
Who says that fictions only and fa… Become a verse? Is there no truth… Is all good structure in a winding… May no lines pass, except they do… Not to a true, but painted chair?
Lord, how couldst thou so much app… Thy wrath for sin, as when man’s s… And could see little, to regard hi… And bring by Faith all things to… Hungry I was, and had no meat: