The Kingdom of heaven is like unt… seeking goodly pearls; who, when h… sold all that he had and bought it… I know the ways of Learning; both… And pipes that feed the press, and…

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and… Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowe… To which, besides their own demean… The late-past frosts tributes of p… Grief melts away

O who will give me tears? Come, a… Dwell in my head and eyes; come, c… and rain; My grief hath need of all the wate… That nature hath produced: let eve…

Oh King of grief! (a title strang… To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I gr… Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has…

If as a flower doth spread and die… Thou wouldst extend me to some goo… Before I were by frost’s extremit… Nipt in the bud; The sweetness and the praise were…

Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder… A wonder tortur’d in the space

Philosophers have measur’d mountai… Fathom’d the depths of the seas, o… Walk’d with a staff to heav’n, and… But there are two vast, spacious t… The which to measure it doth more…

A wreathed garland of deserved pra… Of praise deserved, unto thee I g… I give to thee, who knowest all my… My crooked winding wayes, wherein… Wherein I die, not live: for life…

LORD, Thou art mine, and I am T… If mine I am; and Thine much more Then I or ought or can be mine. Yet to be Thine doth me restore, So that again I now am mine,

My God, where is that ancient hea… Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs… Besides their other flames? Doth… Wear Venus livery? only serve her… Why are not Sonnets made of thee?…

How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a ches… To swaddle infants, whose young br… Scarce knows the way; Those clouts are little winding-sh…

When God at first made man, Having a glass of blesings standin… Let us (said he) pour on him all w… Let the world’s riches, which disp… Contract into a span.

Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast… Harmonious bells below, raising th… To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed.

Immortal love, authour of this gre… Sprung from that beautie which can… How hath man parcel’€™d out thy gl… And thrown it on that dust which t… While mortall love doth all the ti…

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me.