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…

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.

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…

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,

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. S… Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that t… With him may’st rise: That, as his death calcinèd thee t…

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…

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…

How should I praise thee, Lord! h… Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul doth feel sometime… My soul might ever feel! Although there were some forty hea…

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 that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sin is flat opposite to th’ Almig… It wants the good of virtue, and o…

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…

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?

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…

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life: Such a Way, as gives us breath: Such a Truth, as ends all strife: And such a Life, as killeth death… Come, my Light, my Feast, my Str…

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…