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,

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…

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy gl… Where is thy famous force, thy anc… Alas, poor mortal, void of story! Go spell and read how I have kill… Poor Death! And who was hurt ther…

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…

Kill me not ev’ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one… Is more than all my deaths can be, Though I in broken pay Die over each hour of Methusalem’…

Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee. Not rudely, as a beast,

Not in rich furniture, or fine arr… Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To me dost now thy self convey; For so thou should’st without me s…

Lord, to my words incline thine ea… My meditation weigh: My King, my God, vouchsafe to hea… My cry to thee, I pray. Thou in the morn shalt hear my mon…

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…

It cannot be. Where is that migh… Which just now took up all my hear… Lord, if thou must needs use thy d… Save that, and me; or sin for both… The grosser world stand to thy wor…

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,

Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and p… Both to be busy, and to play. But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone,

As he that sees a dark and shady g… Stays not, but looks beyond it on… So when I view my sins, mine eyes… More backward still, and to that w… Which is above the heav’ns, whose…

Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my…    Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control    Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains

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…