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

I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy fac…

I made a posie, while the day ran… Here will I smell my remnant out,… My life within this band. But time did becken to the flowers… By noon most cunningly did steal a…

The harbingers are come. See, see… White is their colour, and behold… But must they have my brain? must… Those sparkling notions, which the… Must dulnesse turn me to a clod?

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwel… Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask’d, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer,…

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…

Chorus: Let all the world in ev’… ‘My God and King.’ Verse: The heav’ns are not too h… His praise may thither fly: The earth is not too low,

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…

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?

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…

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…

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…

Lord, how couldst thou so much app… Thy wrath for sin, as when man’s s… And could see little, to regard hi… And bring by Faith all things to… Hungry I was, and had no meat:

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,

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…