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What if this present were the worl… Mark in my heart, O soul, where t… The picture of Christ crucified,… Whether that countenance can thee… Tears in his eyes quench the amazi…
Some that have deeper digg’d love’… Say, where his centric happiness d… I have lov’d, and got, and told, But should I love, get, tell, til… I should not find that hidden myst…
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements and an angelic sprite, But black sin hath betray’d to end… My world’s both parts, and oh both… You which beyond that heaven which…
Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless f… Angels affect us oft, and worshipp… Still when, to where thou wert, I…
Batter my heart, three—person’d G… As yet but knock, breathe, shine,… That I may rise and stand, o’erth… Your force to break, blow, burn, a… I, like an usurp’d town to another…
He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space… Who will believe me, if I swear
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures pro… Of golden sands, and crystal brook… With silken lines, and silver hook… There will the river whispering ru…
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and… The intelligence that moves, devot… And as the other Spheares, by bei… Subject to forraigne motion, lose… And being by others hurried every…
Come, Madam, come, all rest my po… Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft—times having the foe i… Is tir’d with standing though he n… Off with that girdle, like heaven’…
Show me dear Christ, thy spouse s… What! is it she which on the other… Goes richly painted? or which, rob… Laments and mourns in Germany and… Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps…
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I… And that thou think’st thee free From all solicitation from me, Then shall my ghost come to thy be… And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse…
As due by many titles I resign My self to Thee, O God; first I… By Thee, and for Thee, and when… Thy blood bought that, the which b… I am Thy son, made with Thy Self…
Since I am coming to that holy ro… Where, with thy choir of saints fo… I shall be made thy music; as I c… I tune the instrument here at the… And what I must do then, think he…
Since she whom I lov’d hath paid… To nature, and to hers, and my goo… And her soul early into heaven rav… Wholly in heavenly things my mind… Here the admiring her my mind did…
Dear love, for nothing less than t… Would I have broke this happy dre… It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fa… Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely;…