Sweetest of sweets, I thank you:… Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your ho… A dainty lodging me assigned. Now I in you without a body move,

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…

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…

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.

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…

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…

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…

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…

Immortal Heat, O let thy greater… Attract the lesser to it: let thos… Which shall consume the world, fir… And kindle in our hearts such true… As may consume our lusts, and make…

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,

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…

O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dess… But on your glory! Then you will… And not refuse me: for you only ar… The mighty God, but I a silly wor…

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…

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

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,