Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eye… Clouds edged with silver, as fine… They look as if they saw that gold… That makes black clouds most beaut… Unto the saints’ sweet incense, or…

Now, then, if holiness thou woulds… And wouldst a tender Christian ma… Keep faith in action, let that rig… That Christ fulfilled always have… And clear distinction in thy heart…

Man’s like a candle in a candlesti… Made up of tallow and a little wic… And as the candle when it is not l… So is he who is in his sins benigh… Nor can a man his soul with grace…

Who would true Valour see Let him come hither; One here will Constant be, Come Wind, come Weather. There’s no Discouragement,

Sinner. What black, what ugly crawling thi… Spider. I am a spider—————— Sinner.

Behold, how eager this our little… Is for a butterfly, as if all joy, All profits, honours, yea, and las… Were wrapped up in her, or the ric… Found in her would be bundled up t…

But all this while, where’s he who… Drives night away and beautifies o… Where’s he whose goodly face doth… And show us what the darksome nigh… Where’s he that thaws our ice, dri…

hus, having show’d you what I see Of heaven, I now will tell You also, after search, what be The damned wights of hell. And O, that they who read my line…

Who would true Valour see Let him come hither; One here will Constant be, Come Wind, come Weather. There’s no Discouragement,

Must we unto the pismire go to sch… To learn of her in summer to provi… For winter next ensuing. Man’s a… Or silly ants would not be made hi… But, sluggard, is it not a shame f…

The hen, so soon as she an egg dot… (Spreads the fame of her doing wha… About the yard she cackling now do… To tell what ’twas she at her nest… Just thus it is with some professi…

What, hast thou run thy race, art… Thou seemest angry, why dost on us… Yea, wrap thy head with clouds and… As threatening to withdraw from us… O leave us not! When once thou hi…

HE that is down needs fear no fal…    He that is low, no pride; He that is humble ever shall    Have God to be his guide. I am content with what I have,

The thief, when he doth steal, thi… Yet then the greatest loss he doth… Come, thief, tell me thy gains, bu… When summ’d, what comes it to more… Perhaps, thou’lt say, The halter…

hat ails this fly thus desperately… A combat with the candle? Will sh… To clash at light? Away, thou sil… Thus doing thou wilt burn thy wing… But ’tis a folly her advice to giv…