How should I praise thee, Lord! h… Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul doth feel sometime… My soul might ever feel! Although there were some forty hea…

Lord, how I am all ague, when I s… What I have treasur’d in my memor… Since, if my soul make even with t… Each seventh note by right is due… I find there quarries of pil’d van…

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me.

My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately hab… But he that means to dwell therein… What house more stately hath there… Or can be, than is Man? to whose…

THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;    O my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart’s desire

Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee. Not rudely, as a beast,

O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood… How shall I count what thee befel… And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes

Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my…    Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control    Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains

O who will give me tears? Come, a… Dwell in my head and eyes; come, c… and rain; My grief hath need of all the wate… That nature hath produced: let eve…

Lord, to my words incline thine ea… My meditation weigh: My King, my God, vouchsafe to hea… My cry to thee, I pray. Thou in the morn shalt hear my mon…

To write a verse or two is all the… That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, Thou shalt have more. I go to Church; help me to wings,…

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…

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever… Take up thine eyes, which feed on… Unfold thy forehead, gathered into… Thy Saviour comes, and with Him m… Awake, awake,

My God, where is that ancient hea… Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs… Besides their other flames? Doth… Wear Venus livery? only serve her… Why are not Sonnets made of thee?…

Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast… Harmonious bells below, raising th… To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed.