When thou didst entice to thee my… I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for my p… Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delight…

Who says that fictions only and fa… Become a verse? Is there in truth… Is all good structure in a winding… May no lines pass, except they do… Not to a true, but painted chair?

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…

Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes… To worldly things are sharp, but t… To me, who took eyes that I might… Was ever grief like mine? The Princes of my people make a h…

As I one ev’ning sat before my ce… Me thoughts a star did shoot into… I rose, and shook my clothes, as k… That from small fires comes oft no… When suddenly I heard one say,

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…

O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood… How shall I count what thee befel… And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes

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…

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so br… The bridal of the earth and sky: The dew shall weep thy fall tonigh… For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and b…

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever… Take up thine eyes, which feed on… Unfold thy forehead, gathered into… Thy Saviour comes, and with Him m… Awake, awake,

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 that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sin is flat opposite to th’ Almig… It wants the good of virtue, and o…

I threatened to observe the strict… Of my deare God with all my power… But I was told by one, ‘It could… Yet I might trust in God to be my… ‘Then will I trust,’ said I, ‘in…

The merry World did on a day With his train-bands and mates agr… To meet together where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First Beauty crept into a rose,

Lord, with what care hast Thou be… Parents first season us; then scho… Deliver us to laws; –they send us… To rules of reason, holy messenger… Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow doggi…