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... Elfe it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ufe alone Makes money not a contemptible stone . Never exceed thy income . Youth may make Ev'n with the year : But age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow fhort , and leffens ftill his ...
... Elfe it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ufe alone Makes money not a contemptible stone . Never exceed thy income . Youth may make Ev'n with the year : But age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow fhort , and leffens ftill his ...
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... grief , & c . Herod in judgment fits , while I do ftand ; Examines me with a cenforious hand : 1 him . obey , who all things elfe command . Was ever grief , & c . The The fews accufe me with despitefulness ; And vying malice 20 The CHURCH .
... grief , & c . Herod in judgment fits , while I do ftand ; Examines me with a cenforious hand : 1 him . obey , who all things elfe command . Was ever grief , & c . The The fews accufe me with despitefulness ; And vying malice 20 The CHURCH .
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... and Key . Know it is my fin , which locks thine ears , And binds thy hands ! Out - crying my requests , drowning my tears ; Or elfe the chilnefs of my faint demands , But But as cold hands are angry with the fire , The CHURCH . 57.
... and Key . Know it is my fin , which locks thine ears , And binds thy hands ! Out - crying my requests , drowning my tears ; Or elfe the chilnefs of my faint demands , But But as cold hands are angry with the fire , The CHURCH . 57.
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... elfe fhews watrifh , bleak , and thin . Doctrine and Life , Colours and Light , in one When they combine and mingle , bring A ftrong Regard and Awe : But speech alone Doth vanish like a flaring thing , And in the Ear , not Confcience ...
... elfe fhews watrifh , bleak , and thin . Doctrine and Life , Colours and Light , in one When they combine and mingle , bring A ftrong Regard and Awe : But speech alone Doth vanish like a flaring thing , And in the Ear , not Confcience ...
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... elfe undreft . She on the Hills , which wantonly Allureth all in hope to be By her preferr❜d , Hath kiss'd fo long her painted Shrines , That ev'n her Face by kiffing fhines , For her Reward . She in the Valley is fo fhie Of dreffing ...
... elfe undreft . She on the Hills , which wantonly Allureth all in hope to be By her preferr❜d , Hath kiss'd fo long her painted Shrines , That ev'n her Face by kiffing fhines , For her Reward . She in the Valley is fo fhie Of dreffing ...
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Affliction alfo Anfwer Beafts becauſe beft Bemerton bleffed Blood Chrift Chriftian Church conftant conftantly dear Death defire Divine doth dreft Duft Earl of Danby Earth elfe ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faft faid Faith fame fear feek felves ferve fhall fhew fhine fhould fince fing firft fome foul Foys Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet George Herbert Glory God's Grace grief happy hath Heart Heaven Highnam himſelf holy Honour Houfe inftructed Jefus King laft lefs liv'd live loft Lord Love Luft Mafter meaſure Mercy moft Mufick muft Occafion pafs Perfons Pfalms Pleaſure Pofy poor Praife praiſe pray Prayers prefent Prieft raiſe Reafon reft rejoyce rife Rofe Saviour ſay ſee ſhall Sorrow Soul Tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou art thou doft Thoughts thy felf unto uſe Verfe whofe Woodnot World
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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.