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As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest His wasted limbes, now lye full so… That myrie steps, haue troden oft Blesses himself, to think vpon
Bles’t bee thy Name, who did’st r… To health my Daughter dear When death did seem ev’n to approa… And life was ended near. Gravnt shee remember what thov’st…
Lo now! four other acts upon the s… Childhood, and Youth, the Manly,… The first: son unto Phlegm, grand… Unstable, supple, moist, and cold’… The second: frolic claims his pedi…
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow’d (and so will do) Thee as a foe still to pursue, And combat with thee will and must
By duty bound, and not by custome… To celebrate the praises of the de… My mournfull mind, sore prest, in… Presents my Lamentations at his H… Who was my Father, Guide, Instru…
Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen… With honour, wealth, and peace hap… What ails thee hang thy head, and… And sit i’ the dust to sigh these… What deluge of new woes thus over—…
All Praise to him who hath now tu… My feares to Joyes, my sighes to… My Teares to smiles, my sad to gl… He’s come for whom I waited long. Thou di’st preserve him as he went…
I had eight birds hatched in one n… Four cocks there were, and hens th… I nursed them up with pain and car… Nor cost, nor labour did I spare, Till at the last they felt their w…
Dear Sir of late delighted with t… Of your four Sisters cloth’d in b… Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne’r saw… Though made a pedestal for Adams… Their worth so shines in these ric…
What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine? O, never let me from thee swerue, For truly I am thine. My thankfull mouth shall speak thy…
If ever two were one, then surely… If ever man were loved by wife, th… If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you… I prize thy love more than whole m…
A worthy Matron of unspotted life… A loving Mother and obedient wife… A friendly Neighbor, pitiful to p… Whom oft she fed, and clothed with… To Servants wisely aweful, but ye…
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, “Lo, I… On brittle earth a consolation sou… What isn’t in honor to be set on h…
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know’st I’m weak. I owe so much, so little can
In anguish of my heart replete wit… And wasting pains, which best my b… In tossing slumbers on my wakeful… Bedrenched with tears that flowed… Till nature had exhausted all her…