#EnglishWriters
And now all Nature seem’d in love… The lusty sap began to move; New juice did stir th’embracing V… And Birds had drawn their Valenti… The jealous Trout, that low did l…
Quivering fears, heart-tearing car… Anxious sighs, untimely tears, Fly, fly to courts, Fly to fond worldling’s sports, Where strained sardonic smiles are…
Quivering fears, Heart-tearing ca… Anxious sighs, Untimely tears, Fly, fly to Courts, Fly to fond worldling’s sports, Where strained Sardonic smiles ar…
Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creat… Purposely so fram’d by Nature To enthral your servants wits. Wo. Time must now unite our heart… Not for any more deserts,
Untimely Feaver, rude insulting g… How didst thou with such unharmoni… Dare to distune his well-composed… Whose heart so just and noble stro… What if his Youth and Spirits wel…
My soul, exalt the Lord with hymn… O Lord my God, how boundless is t… Whose throne of state is cloath’d… And round about hast robed thyself… Who like a curtain hast the heaven…
Silence (in truth) would speak my… For, deepest wounds can least thei… Yet, let me borrow from mine own u… But time to bid him, whom I lov’d… O my unhappy lines! you that befor…
O Faithless World, & thy more… The true Shop of variety, where s… And feavers of desire, and pangs o… Why, was she born to please, or I… Suffering her Eyes to govern my d…
YOU meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your ligh… You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shal…
You that on Stars do look, Arrest not there your sight, Though Natures fairest Book, And signed with propitious light; Our Blessing now is more Divine,
My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns… O Lord my God, how boundless is t… Whose Throne of State is cloath’d… And round about hast rob’d thy sel… Who like a curtain hast the Heave…
Eternal Mover, whose diffused Glo… To shew our groveling Reason what… Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natu… Where Man, thy proudest Creature,… Whom yet (alas) I know not why, w…
OH thou great Power, in whom I m… For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of lov… Whilest on this Couch of tears I… And Cleanse my sordid soul within…
Who would have thought, there coul… Such joy in tears, wept for our si… Mine eyes have seen, my heart hath… The most and best of earthly joyes… The sweets of love, and being lov’…
Dazled thus with height of place, Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile… No man marks the narrow space ‘Twixt a Prison and a Smile. Then since Fortunes favours fade,