O blessed body! Whither are thou… No lodging for thee, but a cold ha… So many hearts on earth, and yet n… Receive thee? Sure there is room within our hear…

O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…

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…

O Sacred Providence, who from end… Strongly and sweetly movest! shall… And not of thee, through whom my f… To hold my quill? shall they not d… Of all the creatures both in sea a…

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

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…

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…

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…

I Got me flowers to straw Thy way… I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along w… The sunne arising in the East,

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

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…

My heart did heave, and there came… By that I knew that thou wast in… To guide and govern it to my relie… Making a sceptre of the rod: Hadst thou not had thy part,

Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let… Suck ev’ry letter, and a honey gai… Precious for any grief in any part… To clear the breast, to mollify al… Thou art all health, health thrivi…

Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and fly away wit… Where is that fire which once desc…