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…

Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently trea… With thy quick flow’r, thy momenta… Whose life still pressing Is one undressing,

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…

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…

Oh who will show me those delights… Echo I Thou Echo, thou art mortal, all m… Echo No Wert thou not born among the trees…

Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast… Harmonious bells below, raising th… To led them unto life and rest. Thus are true Aarons dressed.

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?

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…

While that my soul repairs to her… Here I intomb my flesh, that it b… May take acquaintance of this heap… To which the blast of death’s ince… Fed with the exhalation of our cri…

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?

Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ri… My thoughts are working like a bus… Until their cockatrice they hatch… And when they once have perfected…

When first thou didst entice to th… 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…

The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his qu… He views theirs stations, walks fr… Surveys, as if he had designed To make a purchase there: he sees…

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me.

THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;    O my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart’s desire