How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do’st dwell so near. My Soul doth long and almost die

So spake the Son of God; and Sat… A while as mute, confounded what t… What to reply, confuted and convin… Of his weak arguing and fallacious… At length, collecting all his serp…

Here lieth one who did most truly… That he could never die while he c… So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and… Made of sphear-metal, never to dec…

Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi M’ occostandosi attorno, e perche… Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota… Verseggiando d’amor, e conie t’osi… Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai van…

Perplexed and troubled at his bad… The Tempter stood, nor had what t… Discovered in his fraud, thrown fr… So oft, and the persuasive rhetori… That sleeked his tongue, and won s…

Aug. 14. 1653. O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous g… And glorious is thy name through a… So as above the Heavens thy prais… Out of the tender mouths of latest…

It was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude mange… Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim,

ALL night the dreadless Angel un… Through Heav'ns wide Champain hel… Wak't by the circling Hours, with… Unbarr'd the gates of Light. Th… Within the Mount of God, fast by…

Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father… How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all yo… Dwell in some idle brain,

O, for that warning voice, which h… The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heav… Then when the Dragon, put to seco… Came furious down to be revenged o… Woe to the inhabitants on earth! t…

That day I oft remember, when fro… I first awak’d and found myself re… Under a shade, on flow’rs, much wo… And what I was, whence thither br… Not distant far from thence a murm…

Diodati, e te’l diro con maravigli… Quel ritroso io ch’amor spreggiar… E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridea Gia caddi, ov’huom dabben talhor s… Ne treccie d’oro, ne guancia vermi…

When Faith and Love, which parted… Had ripened thy just soul to dwell… Meekly thou didst resign this eart… Of death, called life, which us fr… Thy works, and alms, and all thy g…

Who sickened in the time of his V… Here lies old Hobson. Death hath… And here, alas! hath laid him in t… Or else, the ways being foul, twen… He’s here stuck in a slough, and o…