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Bridegroom. Now rests my love: till nuw her te… Wanting her joy, could finde no pe… I charge you all, by the true love… To friendship, or what else you co…
And what’s a life? A weary pilgri… Whose glory in one day doth fill t… With childhood, manhood, and decre… And what’s a life? The flourishin… Of the proud summer-meadow, which…
The Argument. He goes to Timnah: as he went He slew a lyon by the way; He sues, obtaines the maid’s conse… And they appoint tlie marriage-day…
* LIKE to the damaske rose you see… Or like the blossome on the tree, Or like the daintie flower of May… Or like the Morning to the day,
Mors Christi. And am I here, and my Redeemer go… Can he be dead, and is not my life… Was he tormented in excesse of mea… And doe I live yet? and yet live…
MY soul, sit thou a patient looke… Judge not the play before the play… Her plot hath many changes; every… Speaks a new scene; the last act c…
They’re like the Priest and Clerk… One makes the Sermon; t’other tun…
The world’s an Inn; and I her gue… I eat; I drink; I take my rest. My hostess, nature, does deny me Nothing, wherewith she can supply… Where, having stayed a while, I p…
Eternal God! O Thou that only ar… The sacred fountain of eternal lig… And blessed loadstone of my better… O Thou my heart’s desire, my soul… Reflect upon my soul, and touch my…
E’EN like two little bank-dividin… That wash the pebbles with their w… And having ranged and search’d a t… Meet both at length in silver-brea… Where in a greater current they co…
Vnconstant earth! why doe not mort… To build their hopes upon so short… Vncertaine lease, whose terme but… Tels never when it ends till it be… We dote upon thy smiles, not knowi…
And were it for thy profit, to obt… All sunshine? No vicissitude of… Think’st thou that thy laborious p… Not winter frosts as well as summe… There must be both: sometimes thes…
GOE, glorious saint! I knew ’twa… Of flesh could lodge so pure a sou… I saw it labour (in a holy scorne Of living dust and ashes) to be sw… A heavenly quirister: it sigh’d an…
The Argument. The Ninivites beleeve the word, Their hearts retiu’ne mito the Lo… In him they put their onely trust; They niourne in sackcloth and in d…
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of hea… Blest above all that sprang from h… Whose heaven-saluted womb brought… A blessed Savior and a blessed So… O what a ravishment 't had been to…