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In secret place where once I stoo… Close by the Banks of Lacrim floo… I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to… One Flesh was call’d, who had her…
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…
Phoebus make haste, the day’s too… The silent night’s the fittest tim… But stay this once, unto my suit g… And tell my griefs in either hemis… (And if the whirling of thy wheels…
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my… My joy, my Magazine of earthly st… If two be one, as surely thou and… How stayest thou there, whilst I… So many steps, head from the heart…
Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to po… Whom oft she fed, and clothed with…
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…
As loving hind that (hartless) wan… Scuds through the woods and fern w… Perplext, in every bush and nook d… Her dearest deer, might answer ear… So doth my anxious soul, which now…
And live I still to see Relations… And yet survive to sound this wail… Ah, woe is me, to write thy Funer… Who might in reason yet have lived… I saw the branches lopt the Tree…
Most truly honoured, and as truly… If worth in me or ought I do appe… Who can of right better demand the… Than may your worthy self from who… The principal might yield a greate…
Lo, now four other act upon the st… Childhood and Youth, the Many and… The first son unto phlegm, grandch… Unstable, supple, cold and moist’s… The second, frolic, claims his ped…
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…
Another four I’ve left yet to bri… Of four times four the last Quate… The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the… In season all these Seasons I sha… Sweet Spring like man in his Mino…
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and… Of Cities founded, Common—wealths… For my mean Pen are too superior… Or how they all, or each their dat… Let Poets and Historians set thes…
By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Re… My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best. I sought him whom my Soul did Lov…
O Lord, Thou hear’st my daily moa… And see’st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God;