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Soul. Whilst my Souls eye beheld no lig… But what stream’d from thy graciou… To me the worlds greatest King, Seem’d but some little vulgar thin…
Rouse up thy self, my gentle Muse… Though now our green conceits be g… And yet once more do not refuse To take thy Phrygian Harp, and pl… In honour of this chearful Day.
My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns… O Lord my God, how boundless is t… Whose Throne of State is cloath’d… And round about hast rob’d thy sel… Who like a curtain hast the Heave…
Dazled thus with height of place, Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile… No man marks the narrow space ‘Twixt a Prison and a Smile. Then since Fortunes favours fade,
You that on Stars do look, Arrest not there your sight, Though Natures fairest Book, And signed with propitious light; Our Blessing now is more Divine,
Oh, thou great Power! in whom I m… For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of lov… Whilst on this couch of tears I l… And cleanse my sordid soul within,
YOU meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your ligh… You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shal…
Untimely Feaver, rude insulting g… How didst thou with such unharmoni… Dare to distune his well-composed… Whose heart so just and noble stro… What if his Youth and Spirits wel…
Who would have thought, there coul… Such joy in tears, wept for our si… Mine eyes have seen, my heart hath… The most and best of earthly joyes… The sweets of love, and being lov’…
O Faithless World, & thy more… The true Shop of variety, where s… And feavers of desire, and pangs o… Why, was she born to please, or I… Suffering her Eyes to govern my d…
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your ligh… You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall ri…
How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another’s will; Whose armour is his honest thought… And simple truth his highest skill… Whose passions not his masters are…
OH thou great Power, in whom I m… For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of lov… Whilest on this Couch of tears I… And Cleanse my sordid soul within…
Quivering fears, heart-tearing car… Anxious sighs, untimely tears, Fly, fly to courts, Fly to fond worldling’s sports, Where strained sardonic smiles are…
Silence (in truth) would speak my… For, deepest wounds can least thei… Yet, let me borrow from mine own u… But time to bid him, whom I lov’d… O my unhappy lines! you that befor…
