#Welsh
Oh King of grief! (a title strang… To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I gr… Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep blood? why thou has…
Love built a stately house, where… And spinning fancies, she was hear… That her fine cobwebs did support… Whereas they were supported by the… But Wisdom quickly swept them all…
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…
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
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…
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…
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?
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…
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
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my… Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains
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…
A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy serva… Made of a heart and cemented with… Whose parts are as thy hand did fr… No workman’s tool hath touch’d the… A HEART alone
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 the winds and waters here be… Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were ab… Sure they would move And much affect thee, as tempestuo…
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…