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God gave us Cloaths to hide our N… And we by them, do it expose to V… Our Pride, and unclean Minds, to… By our Apparel we to others shew.
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…
Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eye… Clouds edged with silver, as fine… They look as if they saw that gold… That makes black clouds most beaut… Unto the saints’ sweet incense, or…
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…
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…
What, barren here! in this so good… The sight of this doth make God’s… From giving thee his blessing; bar… Bear fruit, or else thine end will… Art thou not planted by the water-…
He that is down need fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have,
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…
The word of faith unto me pardon b… Shows me the ground and reason whe… To wit, free grace, which moved G… His Son to die and bleed, that I… This word doth also loudly preach…
Who falls into the fire shall burn… While those remote scorn from it t… Yea, while those in it, cry out,… Some farther off those cries to la… Comparison.
When understand my meaning by my w… How sense of mercy unto faith affo… Both grace to sanctify, and holy m… That soul that of forgiveness doth… Thus having briefly showed you wha…
My little bird, how canst thou sit And sing amidst so many thorns? Let me a hold upon thee get, My love with honour thee adorns. Thou art at present little worth,
She goes but softly, but she goeth… She stumbles not, as stronger crea… Her journey’s shorter, so she may… Better than they which do much far… She makes no noise, but stilly sei…
Our Father which in heaven art, Thy name be always hallowed; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done… Thy heavenly path be followed By us on earth as ’tis with thee,
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…