But be the candles down, and scatt… Some lying here, some there? What… Hold, light the candle there that… It you may find the other candles… Light that, I say, and so take up…

Heaven is a place, also a state, It doth all things excel, No man can fully it relate, Nor of its glory tell. God made it for his residence,

Methinks I see a sight most excel… All sorts of birds fly in the firm… Some great, some small, all of a d… Mine eye affecting, pleasant to my… Look how they tumble in the wholes…

This watch my father did on me bes… A golden one it is, but 'twill not… Unless it be at an uncertainty: But as good none as one to tell a… When ’tis high day my hand will st…

The next word that I would unto t… Is how thou mayst attain without d… Those blessed graces, and that hol… Thou dost with so much godly zeal… Thy love to, and thy longing to en…

A comely sight indeed it is to see A world of blossoms on an apple-tr… Yet far more comely would this tre… If all its dainty blooms young app… But how much more might one upon i…

Must we unto the pismire go to sch… To learn of her in summer to provi… For winter next ensuing. Man’s a… Or silly ants would not be made hi… But, sluggard, is it not a shame f…

This Moses was a fair and comely… His wife a swarthy Ethiopian; Nor did his milk-white bosom chang… She came out thence as black as sh… Now Moses was a type of Moses’ la…

But all this while, where’s he who… Drives night away and beautifies o… Where’s he whose goodly face doth… And show us what the darksome nigh… Where’s he that thaws our ice, dri…

Now, then, if holiness thou woulds… And wouldst a tender Christian ma… Keep faith in action, let that rig… That Christ fulfilled always have… And clear distinction in thy heart…

This homely bush doth to mine eyes… A very fair, yea, comely ruddy ros… This rose doth also bow its head t… Saying, Come, pluck me, I thy ros… Yet offer I to gather rose or bud…

He that can play well on an instru… Will take the ear, and captivate t… With mirth or sadness; for that it… Thereto, as music in it place doth… But if one hears that hath therein…

Thou simple bird, what makes thou… Look, there’s the fowler, pr’ythee… Do’st not behold the net? Look th… Venture a little further, thou art… Is there not room enough in all th…

WHEN at the first I took my pen… Thus for to write, I did not unde… That I at all should make a littl… In such a mode: nay, I had undert… To make another; which, when almos…

Tis much to see how over nice some… About the body and household affai… While what’s of worth they slightl… Not doing, or doing it slovenly. Their house must be well furnished…