Almightie Judge, how shall poore… Thy dreadfull look, Able a heart of iron to appall, When thou shalt call For ev’ry man’s peculiar book?

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…

Welcome dear feast of Lent: who… He loves not Temperance, or Autho… But is compos’d of passion. The Scriptures bid us fast; the C… Give to thy Mother, what thou wou…

Oh that I knew how all thy lights… And the configurations of their gl… Seeing not only how each verse dot… But all the constellations of the… This verse marks that, and both do…

Prayer the Church’s banquet, ange… God’s breath in man returning to h… The soul in paraphrase, heart in p… The Christian plummet sounding he… Engine against th’Almighty, sinne…

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…

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…

O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world’… Th’endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blo… The couch of time; care’s balm and…

If as the winds and waters here be… Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were ab… Sure they would move And much affect thee, as tempestuo…

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,

Hark, how the birds do sing, and woods do ring. All creatures have their joy: and… Yet if we rightly measure, Man’s joy and pleasure

Sweetest of sweets, I thank you:… Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your ho… A dainty lodging me assigned. Now I in you without a body move,

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…

O Sure Lord, there is enough in the… Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Delug… Cover the Earth, so doth thy Maje… Each Cloud distills thy praise, a…

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?…