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... alfo is fo cheap : For we have wit to mark them , and to spare . O crumble not away thy Souls fair heap . If thou wilt die , the gates of Hell are broad : Pride and full fins have made the way a road . Lie not ; but let thy heart be ...
... alfo is fo cheap : For we have wit to mark them , and to spare . O crumble not away thy Souls fair heap . If thou wilt die , the gates of Hell are broad : Pride and full fins have made the way a road . Lie not ; but let thy heart be ...
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... alfo play their part . Only a herald , who that way doth país , ( glais . Finds his crackt name at length in the Church- If yet thou love game at fo dear a rate , Learn this , that hath old gamefters dearly coft : Doft lofe ? rife up ...
... alfo play their part . Only a herald , who that way doth país , ( glais . Finds his crackt name at length in the Church- If yet thou love game at fo dear a rate , Learn this , that hath old gamefters dearly coft : Doft lofe ? rife up ...
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... alfo fpit upon that face , Which Angels did defire to have the grace , And Prophets once to fee , but found no place . Was ever grief , & c .. Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout , Who Crucify him cry with one trong shout . God ...
... alfo fpit upon that face , Which Angels did defire to have the grace , And Prophets once to fee , but found no place . Was ever grief , & c .. Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout , Who Crucify him cry with one trong shout . God ...
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... alfo thither . Another lift like this will make Them both to be together . Before that fin turn'd flefh to ftone , And all our lump to leaven ; A fervent figh might well have blown Our innocent earth to heaven . For fure when Adam did ...
... alfo thither . Another lift like this will make Them both to be together . Before that fin turn'd flefh to ftone , And all our lump to leaven ; A fervent figh might well have blown Our innocent earth to heaven . For fure when Adam did ...
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... alfo fix their reverence : For when thou doft depart from hence , They grow unruly , and fit in thy bowers . Scatter , or bind them all to bend to thee : Though Elements change , and Heaven move ; Let not thy higher Court remove , But ...
... alfo fix their reverence : For when thou doft depart from hence , They grow unruly , and fit in thy bowers . Scatter , or bind them all to bend to thee : Though Elements change , and Heaven move ; Let not thy higher Court remove , But ...
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Page 169 - I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear ! I cannot look on thee.' Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, 'Who made the eyes but I ?' 'Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame Go where it doth deserve.
Page 70 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 89 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill...
Page 161 - I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Page 23 - I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way; I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the east, Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume.
Page 62 - But no hearing. O that Thou shouldst give dust a tongue To cry to Thee, And then not hear it crying ! all day long My heart was in my knee, But no hearing. Therefore my soul lay out of sight, Untuned, unstrung : My feeble spirit, unable to look right, Like a nipt blossom, hung Discontented.
Page 148 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?
Page 59 - To dig thee out of thy dark cave and grot. Then forcing thee, by fire he made thee bright : Nay, thou hast got the face of man ; for we Have with our stamp and seal transferr'd our right ; Thou art the man, and man but dross to thee.
Page 149 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Page 88 - I JOY, dear Mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright : Beauty in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy face, When she doth write.