#Welsh
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…
When thou didst entice to thee my… 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…
I struck the board, and cried, “N… I will abroad. What! shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free a… Loose as the wind, as large as sto…
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…
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,
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blesings standin… Let us (said he) pour on him all w… Let the world’s riches, which disp… Contract into a span.
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…
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and… Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowe… To which, besides their own demean… The late-past frosts tributes of p… Grief melts away
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder… A wonder tortur’d in the space
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…
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,
The Kingdom of heaven is like unt… seeking goodly pearls; who, when h… sold all that he had and bought it… I know the ways of Learning; both… And pipes that feed the press, and…
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…
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…
My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from above! If still the sun should hide his f…