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…

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, if thou wouldst inherit right… And so sanctification possess In body, soul, and spirit, then th… To Jesus fly, as one ungodly firs… And so by him crave pardon for thy…

This pretty bird, O! how she flie… But could she do so if she had not… Her wings bespeak my faith, her so… When I believe and sing my doubti…

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…

hus, having show’d you what I see Of heaven, I now will tell You also, after search, what be The damned wights of hell. And O, that they who read my line…

In this see thou thy beauty, hast… Or thy defects, should they be few… Thou may’st, too, here thy spots a… Hast thou but eyes, and what their… But art thou blind? There is no l…

Look, look, brave Sol doth peep u… Shows us his golden face, doth on… He also doth compass us round with… Whilst he ascends up to his highes… Where he his banner over us displa…

Wouldst thou be very upright and s… Wouldst thou be that within thou d… Or seem to be in outward exercise Before the most devout, and godly… Yea, art thou thus when no eye dot…

Thy price one penny is in time of… In famine doubled, ’tis from one t… Yea, no man knows what price on th… When there is but one penny loaf t… Comparison.

This flint, time out of mind, has… Where crystal streams make their c… Yet it abides a flint as much as ’… Before it touched the water, or ca… Its hard obdurateness is not abate…

When I do this begin to apprehend… My heart, my soul, and mind, begin… To God-ward, and sincerely for to… His son, his ways, his people, and… With brokenness of spirit after hi…

The love of Christ, poor I! may t… But ’tis unsearchable. O! there i… Its large dimensions can comprehen… Should they dilate thereon world w… When we had sinned, in his zeal he…

Children become, while little, our… When they grow bigger, they begin… Their sinful nature prompts them t… And to delight in paths that lead… Their parents’ love and care they…

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…