O who will give me tears? Come, a… Dwell in my head and eyes; come, c… and rain; My grief hath need of all the wate… That nature hath produced: let eve…

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…

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 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?

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…

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…

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.

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,

Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and p… Both to be busy, and to play. But much more blest be God above, Who gave me sight alone,

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…

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever… Take up thine eyes, which feed on… Unfold thy forehead, gathered into… Thy Saviour comes, and with Him m… Awake, awake,

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,

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…

When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was m… My breast was full of fears And disorder: