Almightie Judge, how shall poore… Thy dreadfull look, Able a heart of iron to appall, When thou shalt call For ev’ry man’s peculiar book?

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…

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

When thou didst entice to thee my… 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…

Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ri… My thoughts are working like a bus… Until their cockatrice they hatch… And when they once have perfected…

I made a posie, while the day ran… Here will I smell my remnant out,… My life within this band. But time did becken to the flowers… By noon most cunningly did steal a…

The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his qu… He views theirs stations, walks fr… Surveys, as if he had designed To make a purchase there: he sees…

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…

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.

Lord, Who createdst man in wealth… Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore:

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.

Sweetest of sweets, I thank you:… Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your ho… A dainty lodging me assigned. Now I in you without a body move,

O Sure Lord, there is enough in the… Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Delug… Cover the Earth, so doth thy Maje… Each Cloud distills thy praise, a…

Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away wit… Where is that fire which once desc…

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy gl… Where is thy famous force, thy anc… Alas, poor mortal, void of story! Go spell and read how I have kill… Poor Death! And who was hurt ther…