This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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A39175 | Who shal redeem our* WORTHIES from the grave When he is gone who them alone could save? |
A75033 | But didst thou dye as fooles, or were thy hands( The Twins of prowesse) braceletted with bands? |
A09526 | B. Alsop and T. Fawcet,[ London? |
A09526 | Inter''d with Fame, his Soule to Heauen fled? |
A54669 | IS Glover dead? |
A39651 | Celestial Powers, how unconcern''d you are? |
A39651 | From valiant OSSORY''S ever Loyal Hands What did we not believe? |
A39651 | Your bleeding Wounds who shall hereafter dress With an indulgent tenderness; Touch''t with a melting Sympathy, Who shall your Wants supply? |
A42180 | O hone, O hone, Whilst all the Pris''ners sadly run And cry, The Devil rides on Dun? |
A42180 | The valiant Souldier''s loth to yeild To Death, except it be in Field; And who is he that would not die According to his quality? |
A50273 | Scarce, is our race begun, Ere half our race is run; The noble prize how very few have won? |
A50273 | When th''undiscerned hand does snatch us hence, For what goood deed expect we recompence? |
A50273 | When we are tumbled into dust, What can Fame say, if it be true and just? |
A95396 | And is a Duty or a Danger neere On Land or Sea, and Noble Deane not there? |
A86460 | WOuldst thou know who lies here, under This cold Marble? |
A86460 | Youth met with Beauty weeps; then who forbears To Griefe''s Exchequer to bring in his tears? |
A88893 | Or make a true description of that fire, That so inflam''d him with a brave desire? |
A75368 | Could sighs, could groans, could sobbs, or ought revoak, That sudden, fatal, fearfull, deadly stroak? |
A75368 | Good God, what can, what shall, mans frailty thinke, When thy great goodnese, at this Act did winke? |
A75368 | The Muses should be summon''d in by force, And spend their All, upon his wounded Coarse, Could measur''d lines, griefs infinit display? |
B01561 | But what is this to all that he hath done, To th''Towns and Castles he by force hath won? |
A78409 | Must I alone, unhappy I, When all my dear lov''d Swains are gone, Be doom''d to tarry here alone? |
A78409 | eng Wollaston, Francis, d. 1685? |
A80003 | VVhat shall I say? |
A85142 | But who can write his Storie? |
A85142 | But why do I Epitomize a Theme In this small Schedule, which deserv''s a Ream?'' |
A85142 | But why do I thus, to inhance Thy prais, Mingle my Cypress with thy spreading Baies? |
B02736 | Reid?,[ Edinburgh: 1698] Caption title. |
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A96975 | : 1689?] |
A96975 | Can We, His Friends, at such a Change complain? |
A91771 | Alas, and is this all that earth can do? |
A91771 | Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660? |
A91771 | Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660? |
A77717 | Did burning heat Consume it? |
A77717 | That drives all in, Andwilt thou out? |
A77717 | Wa''st cold? |
A40103 | Tell me, that I may with my Friend condole? |
A40103 | These amazing Eyes, Somewhat extr''ord''nary does my Soul surprize; Tell me at once whence these sad Omens flow? |
A40103 | What Grief resides in dear Menalca''s Soul? |
A40103 | What means this Horrour? |
A40103 | and hides the blooming Heads Of Albion''s brightest Stars? |
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A89060 | In brief, what Age might speak so proud a word, So good a Man, and yet so great a Lord? |
A89060 | Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? |
A89060 | Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? |
A89060 | what duties can our eyes perform? |
B04939 | WHO without pale Amazement ponder can The Dissolution of the Frame of Man? |
B04940 | O anima emigra, Christo moriente quid horres? |
A91805 | But whither run I? |
A91805 | Could not all these protect thee, or prevail To fright that coward Death, who oft grew pale To look thee and thy battels in the face? |
A91805 | In verse:"Is Valiant Essex dead? |
A91805 | portrait Robert Earle of Essex his Exellence Lord Generall of the Parlimts: Army etc: Lately deceased winged skull IS valiant Essex dead? |
A92026 | IS the States Atlas dead, whose strongest Brain Held it from Ruine, with his might and main? |
B03626 | And is our Father, our Restorer dead? |
B03626 | who''l Peace begin, or mediate in his stead? |
B04954 | — Quis talia fando temperet à Lachrymis? |
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A95392 | Could there be so great Guilt on such young Years, That justly could deserve these pious Tears? |
A95392 | Did the too partial Heavens but lend Thy Sight, Thus to engage us in Eternal Night? |
A95392 | Did they Thy Life on us at first bestow, Onely to make thee but a Ten Years Show? |
A95392 | Whoever saw a loaded ear of Corn Not Earth- wards tend? |
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B04937 | WHat is this World? |
B01314 | Hath irefull Mars his spightfull influence bent''gainst his owne sonne? |
B01314 | SAd Prodigy I Can famous valiant Grey Thus silently slide to his bed of Clay? |
B01314 | What ill aspected Planet then did lowre? |
B01314 | Which then transcendent in that fatall houre? |
B04941 | What Heart? |
B04941 | Why then should we accompt his Gain our Losse? |
A92027 | But is there not more in good ESSEX''S death Then yet I''ve said? |
A92027 | CAn Englands noble Champion[ ESSEX] die? |
A92027 | Can we( whose Shield he was) not sensibly Bewaile our losse of him with weeping eye? |
A92027 | That kept us safe from hostile Tyrannie) Can he( I say) from us to''s dust depart,( Ne''re to returne) and we not lay''t to heart? |
A92027 | Who then to grieve will spare the cost, That England such a Peere hath lost? |
B02516 | 1681: IF to some Silent Tomb we laid our Ear, Fancy might such Oraculous Whispers hear; Must Souls with Bodies dye? |
B02516 | And Honour perish in a bed of dust? |
B02516 | Then did our Marquess,( to his High Renown) Bravely advise still to defend the Town? |
B02516 | must Virtue rust? |
B03976 | And can you stop the Currant of your Tears, And not Beflood your selves o''re Head and Ears? |
B03976 | Have we a Jewel lost, more worth by far Than Affrica and both the Indies are? |
B03976 | UNsluce your Tears for Shame: what can you keep Your Eyes within their Sockets, and not Weep? |
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B04934 | Wherefore GOD takes thee home, where now thou sings Grave, wher''s they conquest? |
B04934 | death where are thy stings? |
A39263 | ASke you, what''s by this Marble meant? |
A39263 | But why miscall we''t sicknesse or disease, Which is his Conduct to aeternall ease? |
A39263 | Friend, I am gone, There nothing lies but dust and stone: Would''st thou be here? |
A39263 | I''m far before Would''st be where I Now happy rest? |
A39263 | KNock not, but enter; why do''st fear? |
A39263 | What shall I call my Passion then, who have Bury''d more then one Heaven in his Grave? |
A39263 | Why at the door Do''st stand and talk? |
A39263 | Why should''st thou now from all thy joyes descend, Unblesse thy selfe, so to reblesse thy friend? |
A86613 | BUt who''s that comely sanguine Peer Which on her heart- side walks so neer? |
A86613 | But is great Sakvile dead? |
A86613 | Do we Him lack, And will not all the Elements wear black? |
A86613 | IS''t so? |
A86613 | VVHat Object''s that which I behold Dazzling my eyes with gemms and Gold? |
B04341 | And rob those rare Excellencies of earth; What fatall planet; placed in the Skye Durst thus tryumph? |
B04341 | Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? |
B04341 | Mercer, William, 1605?-1676? |
B04341 | What Trophees can Be then Created: for so rare a Man? |
B04341 | What cruell destinie Durst dare to meddle, or molest thy Spirit, Which did all Vertues to the full inherit? |
A90651 | Alas( Great Lord) what Urne is fit for thee? |
A90651 | What Dole of Obelisqu''s shall wee entrust To stand as Alphabets unto his Dust? |
A90651 | What Gummes or Spices shall wee now prepare T''enshrine his Dust? |
A90651 | What Heaps of Palme and Laurell shall wee lay As Chaplets drop''d upon his livelesse Clay? |
A90651 | What Springs of Teares shall we disburse? |
A90651 | what Terse Curld Metaphors now stick upon his Hearse? |
A94732 | And did in Love thus suffer one to fall That Charles by Treaty might not ruine all? |
A94732 | But can the Dragons taile prevaile so far As to sweep down to th''dust of death a star Of such a magnitude? |
A94732 | For who''l expect that Treaty should doe good VVhose longer date commenc''t in Rainsbroughs blood? |
A94732 | Is there a righteous God? |
A94732 | Will not bold Atheists question providence And conclude''gainst a Deity from hence? |
A94732 | and could he see, A naked, single valour, charg''d by three Arm''d furies, and not draw his own, nor lend A sword into the hand of such a friend? |
A94732 | such rayes? |
A94732 | whether wilt thou flie For succour, when both heaven and earth deny To be thy second? |
A94732 | whose sphaeare was in the heart of God, and only there? |
B05880 | But soft, Must CROMVVELL to an Abbey goe? |
B05880 | Knew Hee not too- too- well the Tromperies, The fond Fripperies of the Friaries, Dull Abbey- lubbers glutt''nous Luxury? |
B05880 | Like Agrippina art Thou upon it set To cry Occidar modò Imperet? |
B05880 | The name of Abbeys is to Cromwell''s Foe:''T is true, That Nobles zeal was very hot; According unto Knowledge, Was it not? |
B05880 | To gain thy Dirt- Bloud Off- spring Heavenly Crowns Without a Tear courting their heavy wounds? |
B05880 | Why we serve Thee thus? |
A39912 | Dear Mother: — O — where, where are you? |
A39912 | For why? |
A39912 | The Husband: — my poor Wife, — where''s she? |
A39912 | Who is not now on fire to walk the round, Of the new desolated ground? |
A39912 | Who knows, but she, ere long, a Phoenix, may, Spring from those Ashes, bright as day? |
A39912 | Who with devouring Fire can longer dwell? |
A39912 | Yet, different here: — for multitudes were fled, Whether alive( who knows?) |
A39912 | or dead? |
A39912 | where is he? |
A39912 | — Home, did I call''t? |
A39912 | — where''s my Brother? |
B02572 | But what''s the cause, in this confused noise, So few speak right, few smite upon the thigh? |
B02572 | Few get by heart the tabring Turtles Voice; What have I done? |
B02572 | Is it I? |
B02572 | Must I be strip''d then of my choice Attire? |
B02572 | My Strength is not as Stones, nor Flesh as Brass; Why am I broke as Shards, or abject Glass? |
B02572 | Thy standing''s founded as on Mounts of Brass: What mean such out- cries for a broken Glass? |
B02572 | To offer Isaac, is an heavy Trial: Must I be season''d thus with Salt and Fire? |
B02572 | Who can the Test of such Refinings bear? |
B02572 | how diff''rent are our thoughts and ways From God our Lord''s, that are so far above? |
B02572 | who then shall live when God appears? |
B02572 | who''ll sow, and send the feet of Oxe and Ass, Besides all Waters, as did painful Glass? |
A85199 | Free in discourse, morall, as well divine: Who knew thy worth? |
A85199 | How Rose- like was each look Of his? |
A85199 | How grave? |
A85199 | How sweet? |
A85199 | Then who can hope to build for him a shrine, Or speak him dead in Verse? |
A85199 | Then, what need I attend thy Reverend hearse With Elegies, when eyes drop balme and verse? |
A85199 | Tolling out tones, as if it bad farewell To some one parting hence? |
A85199 | What need a Diamond lustre have a foil? |
A85199 | What though his worth hath built his worth a Shrine? |
A85199 | What tongue can answer give for such a losse? |
A85199 | Whither? |
A85199 | Who could be confident of this? |
A85199 | Who knows not? |
A85199 | Why moves this Bell? |
A85199 | impiety''t would be: That thou shouldst dye, and none ask what was he? |
A85199 | since he is gone, To attend heavens Court, glad not with such connexion; Since thou art gone, who moans not this his fate? |
A85199 | what means this dolesome knell? |
A85199 | why rings it out? |
B05113 | Ah? |
B05113 | And could he dye, and yet no blazing Star, Or Comet( usually portending VVar,) Presage his Death? |
B05113 | And wherefore Lord( when as the Harvest''s large,) Remov''st thou those, who''re faithful in their charge? |
B05113 | But why digress I thus? |
B05113 | Cruel DEATH, could thy impartial Dart Be Level''d at, and pierce good JANEWAYS, Heart? |
B05113 | Death where''s thy Sting? |
B05113 | Es 〈 ◊ 〉 supremae te ● ● get consinia metae Hic Dixis Merti cur mihi tarda venis? |
B05113 | I dare not show VVould''st know his Name? |
B05113 | No: great JANEWAY''S dead: whose name ev''n struck Such fear, that( nam''d) the Throne o ● darkness shook? |
B05113 | Or, wer''t solic''ted by the Pow''rs below,( Who fear''d Subversion, and an overthrow)? |
B05113 | VVhen faithful Labourers are so scarce, then will Their Nunber lessen, and diminish still? |
B05113 | WHat is''t( Spectator) thou would''st see, or know Who''s here Inter''d? |
B05113 | Was he so fair and tempting to thine Eye, That thou did''st long, and take? |
B05113 | What ai ● es my Heart, that thus with fear it quakes? |
B05113 | What? |
B05113 | Whither, whither, into what Abyss Of Sorrow, and unfatom''d Grief, is this In which my troubled Soul is plung''d? |
B05113 | and shall he now depart VVithout the sighs, and sobs, of ev''ry heart? |
B05113 | hast thou forsook Thy Earthly House of Clay? |
B05113 | hath Black Dis, and the Infernal Gods, Let loose those Hellish Fiends, confin''d to lye In that Infernal place Eternally? |
B05113 | have the Furyes with their hissing Snakes, And flaming Torches, left their Dark abodes? |
B05113 | or was''t that he In this respect made like to Christ might be? |
B05113 | what Seas Of terrour causing( what strange) thoughts are these? |
A96944 | And know we not, God is more wise by far, And more indulgent then our parents are? |
A96944 | Are we not happyest when we least desire, And nothing that''s below the sunne admire? |
A96944 | Art thou imprison''d? |
A96944 | Art thou injur''d? |
A96944 | HAve you observ''d a Cedar wonderous straight? |
A96944 | How many Scotch Bawbies, cast in account, Would to the Talents David left amount? |
A96944 | I Lov''d thee dearly Brother I confesse; And shall I now begin to love thee lesse? |
A96944 | If Sheba paid his head for his tongues fault, what deserves Britanicus to pay for his pen and trumpet? |
A96944 | Is there never a wise woman in London? |
A96944 | My length but halfe a foote, my Body small, How could I stay Ships, under sayle so tall? |
A96944 | What are our sinnes when such as Lindsey fall? |
A96944 | Who is''t hath done the cause more right, then they? |
A96944 | Why should that rich tombe Cleopatra please, Since Vipers have such noble tombes as these? |
A96944 | Why should we vex at Salmons guiltles thunder, Since emulous man, hath framed a greater wonder? |
A96944 | Would he submit himselfe to Caesars Law, Who was a King? |
A96944 | must not his subjects draw? |
A96944 | what can subjects say? |
A30403 | And Laurels wanting for so many are? |
A30403 | And others want the Favours that they have? |
A30403 | And tho''we''re less than these in Birth and Skill, Much less, why may n''t some God be tender still? |
A30403 | As Tereus, Philomela serv''d when Young? |
A30403 | Beware, regard the Instances I''ve told, Rather be timerous, my Book, than bold; What if thy Verse before the People lies? |
A30403 | For what, when he performs his Offerings, Pray? |
A30403 | How come the Boughs thus artfully to meet? |
A30403 | How does he sport with greatest Monarchs Pow''r? |
A30403 | If Wit alone Commands, and makes a Slave, How many Thousands must Clarinda have? |
A30403 | Is it because perpetual Triumph''s here? |
A30403 | Oh why? |
A30403 | Or is it Holy- day? |
A30403 | Or shall we pious, ancient Cloysters Curse, Because Maids talk of Sweet Hearts, or of worse? |
A30403 | Others be safe, that do, what Ovid writ? |
A30403 | SAy, thou damn''d Disturber of my Rest, Thou Pratling Swallow, worst of all thy Nest, How shall I Punish thee? |
A30403 | Shall Ovid suffer, while he wou''d Delight? |
A30403 | Shall stammering Mimicks then Protected live? |
A30403 | Ships big as Mountains, thro''the Seas have steer''d, But Balls I thought, the Waves had always fear''d; What Drink can I in Briny Waters find? |
A30403 | Tell me, ye Gods,( she said) for you must know, Whose Eyes discover Fate in Embrio, What makes the poor Europa Tremble so? |
A30403 | Thunder out Battels, Wars, not whine out Love? |
A30403 | WHat Youth, unskill''d in Pyrrha''s Wanton Art, Offers his Love, and gives thee all his Heart? |
A30403 | WHat will the Poet ask the Gods to day? |
A30403 | WHile I was welcome to my Lydia''s Arms, And no smooth Youth had any Part, How did I Prize my Lydia''s melting Charms? |
A30403 | What Meat? |
A30403 | What Royal Boy your Hapiness attend, With joys that Iccius always Mov''d? |
A30403 | What if my former Love returns again? |
A30403 | What if you had a well- bred Visit paid? |
A30403 | What lovely Virgin shall Entreat my Friend, Rob''d of the Charming Youth she lov''d? |
A30403 | What tho''by Reading I''m unfortunate? |
A30403 | When he, ne''er us''d to swelling Seas before, Looks back, and sees the dear deserted Shoar, How often will he Weep his Wretched Fate? |
A30403 | Where? |
A30403 | Whether I''m melancholly still, or No? |
A30403 | Whether my Health e''ent injur''d by my Fate, And I grown old, and bend beneath the Weight? |
A30403 | Who now Affirms that Floods may n''t backwards Run? |
A30403 | Who was e''er Rougher than Achilles was? |
A30403 | Why are these Gates, I said, with Laurels set? |
A30403 | Why did my Tutor teach me as he did? |
A30403 | Why do you urge me? |
A30403 | Why has the Deep her Mouth unkindly shut? |
A30403 | Why shou''d I go, I said, to Scythia? |
A30403 | Why was a Fault unhappily thus told? |
A30403 | YE Gods, whose Power the roughest Torrent finds, Conduct our Ship, half Ruin''d by the Winds, Why shou''d your Wrath, with Caesar''s, be encreas''d? |
A30403 | for I''ll no more Endure thy Early Noise, as heretofore; What if I Clipt thy Wings? |
A30403 | or Cut thy Tongue? |
A30403 | or this a Sign, How happy all the People are in him? |
A30403 | what boyst''rous, strange, unheard of Winds, Blackens the Sea, and shakes the quicker Sands? |
A30403 | whither shou''d I go? |
A30403 | why did I learn to Read? |
A30403 | why did these Eyes behold? |
A29640 | A Lack, good young Lord Hastings, is he dead? |
A29640 | All die in one so young, so small? |
A29640 | An quia pulcher erat, primaeque in Flore Iuventae Parca fuit teneri capta decore viri? |
A29640 | An quod amant Iuvenum pasci Exanthemata Flore, Signavit niveam Pustula rubra cutem? |
A29640 | And in his Urn, our hopes, thus, buried? |
A29640 | And shall not we come in,( who share i''th''smart) In your sad consort, to lament our part? |
A29640 | And what? |
A29640 | And, as at some mens Fall, why did not His In Nature work a Metamorphosis? |
A29640 | At his Nativity, what angry Star Malignant Influences flung so far? |
A29640 | At quid amator eras? |
A29640 | Beauty and Learning thus together meet, To bring a Winding for a Wedding- sheet? |
A29640 | Brome, Richard, d. 1652? |
A29640 | But stay — What voice was that? |
A29640 | But what could he, good man, although he bruis''d All Herbs, and them a thousand ways infus''d? |
A29640 | Desideratiùs quis unquam vixerit, Poterítve flebiliùs mori? |
A29640 | Did not his Look, his Voice and Deed, With full commerce of Pleasure feed Your Sense and Soul? |
A29640 | Didst thou sleep, Hymen? |
A29640 | Do the Orbs sleep in silence? |
A29640 | HOw comes this press of People to this place, Oppress''d with inward Anguish? |
A29640 | Hast not a vein for Verse? |
A29640 | Heu quanta est rigidi dura inclementia Fati? |
A29640 | How could we hope t''enjoy him, being one, Whose new profane Opinion says, There''s none? |
A29640 | How doth it glow With fresh Illapses of the purest Light, Free from the Bondage of chill Sense and Night? |
A29640 | How long a search, ere she can finde one out, Second to him? |
A29640 | How shall a female brest be able then, To bear a shock might shake the best of men? |
A29640 | IS there a bright Star faln from this our Sphere, Yet none sets out some newer Kalender? |
A29640 | If Merit be Disease, if Vertue Death; To be Good, Not to be; who''d then bequeath Himself to Discipline? |
A29640 | If the tall Cedars must be Levell''d, why Should humble Shrubs expect Security? |
A29640 | Is Death( Sin''s wages) Grace''s now? |
A29640 | Is he said to decease, That raigns in Glory now, and lives in Peace? |
A29640 | Is the Scheme Struck dumb at th''apprehension of the Theme? |
A29640 | MUst Noble Hastings Immaturely die,( The Honour of his ancient Family?) |
A29640 | May we not fall some drops thereat? |
A29640 | Must She, With him expiring, feel Mortality? |
A29640 | Must Vertue prove Death''s Harbinger? |
A29640 | Must all these ag''d Sires in one Funeral Expire? |
A29640 | Must then old three- legg''d gray- beards with their Gout, Catarrhs, Rheums, Aches, live three Ages out? |
A29640 | None live, but such as should die? |
A29640 | Nonne vides Flores excindi tempore Verno? |
A29640 | O had he di''d of old, how great a strife Had been, who from his Death should draw their Life? |
A29640 | One Jewel set off with so many a Foil? |
A29640 | Or can not milder Heaven one Influence throw, To make one thing Glorious and Lasting too? |
A29640 | Or finde what''s Just or Sense? |
A29640 | Or were these Gems sent to adorn his Skin, The Cab''net of a richer Soul within? |
A29640 | Procedam ulterius? |
A29640 | Quomodo virtutes comprendam Epicedia scribens Carmine, quas nullus vel numerare potis? |
A29640 | Replenish''d then with such rare Gifts as these, Where was room left for such a Foul Disease? |
A29640 | Sed cum Nestoreis fuerat dignissimus annis, Tam citò cur tetricis praeda deabus erat? |
A29640 | Shall I be silent then, not to relate The Grievance of my Minde for this sad Fate? |
A29640 | Shall I the arms of Sorrow ever bear Crost bout my Skeleton? |
A29640 | Shall we meet With none but Ghostly Fathers in the Street? |
A29640 | So many Spots, like naeves, our Venus soil? |
A29640 | Speak, what art thou? |
A29640 | The Fountain dri''d, how should the Chanel run? |
A29640 | The Mirrour of our Age, Lord Hastings dead? |
A29640 | Thus the great Hastings di''d; The Young- mens Glory, and the Scholars Pride; Envie''s just Zenith — But why should I lament his death? |
A29640 | Vertue and Knowledge now for Monsters go: To grope out Truth henceforth, how shall we do? |
A29640 | WHat Soil is this, where nothing that is good, Nor Vertues branch, can live, nor Beauties bud? |
A29640 | WHat make I here? |
A29640 | WHat? |
A29640 | Was ever such a Son as he?) |
A29640 | Was he not purest, fairest, wisest, best? |
A29640 | Was there no milder way but the Small Pox, The very Filth''ness of Pandora''s Box? |
A29640 | What Advocate will dare to justifie, Or Story match, this Matchless Tyranny? |
A29640 | What Caput Algols, and what dire Aspects Occasioned so Tragical Effects? |
A29640 | What Sin unexpiated in this Land Of Groans, hath guided so severe a hand? |
A29640 | What cou''d you wish your Son? |
A29640 | What man is he, that hath not Heaven beguil''d, And is not thence mistaken for a Childe? |
A29640 | What ravishing Transports now Seize on that Intellect? |
A29640 | What though our loss be great; so great, that none In our Age has exceeded it, but One? |
A29640 | Who calls? |
A29640 | Who can be silent now, or so dull grown, Not to have sense? |
A29640 | Why should we mourn then? |
A29640 | Why was not th''Air drest in Prodigions forms, To groan in Thunder, and to weep in Storms? |
A29640 | Why were your Torches lighted in their Eyes? |
A29640 | Within thy Circuit, could none other please Thy Palate: Was thy Thirst so great, That, onely, Noble Blood must quench the Heat? |
A29640 | and shall mine eye Be like Aquarius Pitcher, never dry? |
A29640 | how can it but please us? |
A29640 | how ill this place befits A Shrub, to sprout i''th''Lebanon of Wits? |
A29640 | or art lately grown T''affect the Subterranean Region? |
A29640 | shall Art Make us more Learned, onely to depart? |
A29640 | when these few words An Argument wide, as the World affords, Of Grief? |
A29640 | who calls? |
A29640 | who''d not esteem Labour a Crime, Study Self- murther deem? |
A29640 | will my cloudy forehead never clear? |
A61970 | ( Or shal I hold my peace, not speak my fears?) |
A61970 | A word of comfort; say, where''s such another Patron? |
A61970 | AN justus periit? |
A61970 | Abstinet a lacrymis quis jam? |
A61970 | And Moon and Stars to rule the day be prest? |
A61970 | And all take Boat, and all have over- lay? |
A61970 | And at thy will all rivers change their streams? |
A61970 | And back again unto my Palace haste? |
A61970 | And night shine forth with Phoebus orient beams? |
A61970 | And now O death, can thee no prayer melt, Wherein the highest God such sweetness smelt? |
A61970 | And why among the dead dost thou enquire For these that live? |
A61970 | Ast periit justus, dici hunc periisse licebit? |
A61970 | At nunquam? |
A61970 | Atque oculos? |
A61970 | But how may we lament, to see Gods hand, Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land? |
A61970 | But if that Adam must no more return, Why should I break up Barnardistons urn? |
A61970 | But shall I thus have done? |
A61970 | But whither runs my pen? |
A61970 | Can the thousand thousands raise no higher? |
A61970 | Could neither faith nor faithfulness find grace? |
A61970 | Could not integrity and truth him save( With Hezekiah) from the greedy grave? |
A61970 | Could sacred Piety, that adorn''d his mind, The grace of heart and life, no pitty finde? |
A61970 | Doe I delude the sons of men, when loath To mind or love me, I them wooe, and pray To daine acceptance of me, that they may Be wel, and pleased here? |
A61970 | Drop of my selfe, eternally my Dear,( Distance away) draw to this bosome near; Lo here, thy elder Brother, did''st not long To see thy Jesus? |
A61970 | Father? |
A61970 | Fortè sepulchrales mens est invisere sedes, Et veterum exuvias; ossaque spectra times? |
A61970 | Friend? |
A61970 | God saith, Give me my gem, who shall say nay? |
A61970 | Hadst thou no white, but innocencies heart, Whereat to level this thy forked dart? |
A61970 | Hark, Reader, hast thou ever seen what Grace, What Majesty was seated in his face? |
A61970 | His faith? |
A61970 | How can I make a Verse, who want my Feet? |
A61970 | How do''st thou think shall we Deport our selves, when we no Sun can see? |
A61970 | How low''s this Chore? |
A61970 | How now grim Death, whence cometh thus thy rage? |
A61970 | Inquire whose good? |
A61970 | Is this th''Almighties praise that now I heare? |
A61970 | Is''t possible? |
A61970 | It seems God gives and takes, who can gainsay? |
A61970 | Jehovah, thy acceptance I admire: Is all the powers of Saints and Angels joyn''d Beneath thy love, and glory thus confin''d? |
A61970 | Musa ▪ perantiquum quid petis aegra locum? |
A61970 | Must all( O Charon) thee thy ferriage pay? |
A61970 | No twinkling Star, none serve thee but the Sun, Thus to eclipse? |
A61970 | Nor friendly love keep off thy Serjeants Mace? |
A61970 | Now he hath lately left the world, shall I Foolishly modest, suffer his to die? |
A61970 | Oh quoties& quae nobis memoranda locutus Digna velut clavo maneant infixa trabali? |
A61970 | Or shal the Sun run retrograde above? |
A61970 | Pull down the Temples pillar, quench the fire That Heaven''s sent, and did to Heaven aspire? |
A61970 | QUote corripis, viator, properans? |
A61970 | Quem non gementem audies? |
A61970 | Quid non fata regunt? |
A61970 | Quid stas? |
A61970 | Quoties dextram( Venerande) benignam Tu mihi, quàm gratos amplexus saepe dedisti, Nulli ementitos? |
A61970 | Quòte, maesta pedes? |
A61970 | Repine not at his change, would you again Hear him complaining under sin, and pain? |
A61970 | Resound a Barm''stons name, can not that breath Which silenc''d other Rivals, silence Death? |
A61970 | SHal such Friends dye, and my Muse idle bee? |
A61970 | SIccin''abis? |
A61970 | Shal I not once within this vale of tears? |
A61970 | Shal I not see his presence? |
A61970 | Shal brazen mountains with a blast remove? |
A61970 | Shal morning o''pe her purple door i''th VVest? |
A61970 | Shal the graves prison your free choyse prevent, And break a priviledge of Parliament? |
A61970 | Si quis; qui bonus,& pius est? |
A61970 | Singula quid memorem? |
A61970 | So self- denying? |
A61970 | Tene quid abripiet nobis? |
A61970 | Thou Paracelsus, who didst vainly please Thy self, to boast with thine Elixar''s art To make a man immortal? |
A61970 | Titulo te posse carere Ergone Marmoreo? |
A61970 | VVhat aylest thou, O Muse, bereft of mind? |
A61970 | VVhat mean these words, these empty puffes of wind? |
A61970 | Vita fugis mortem? |
A61970 | WHat Marble now is dry? |
A61970 | What God doth own, wilt thou detain as thine? |
A61970 | What is''t to hear a wife, or children cry, Should such a father, such a husband dye? |
A61970 | What mean''st( O Muse) and whither dost thou wend? |
A61970 | What rarest Oratour, or Poet can Set forth the use, or losse of such a man? |
A61970 | What, could''st finde none but th''Phoenix of our age, To exercise thy cruelty upon? |
A61970 | When of thy passion wilt thou make an end? |
A61970 | Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line, To take our Pattern from''s that was Divine? |
A61970 | Where are you all, who while he was alive Own''d none but him, your representative? |
A61970 | Where is He now that Lazarus did raise? |
A61970 | Where is the widow of Sarepta''s praise, That might in flaming Chariot let him ride With him to heaven? |
A61970 | Where were yee Galen and Hippocrates? |
A61970 | Where''s such an Husband? |
A61970 | Who shall resist his will? |
A61970 | Why fel he not upon Elisha''s herse, That could the dead againe to life reverse? |
A61970 | Wilt thou presume on Sion Mount to stand, And Heavens scepter sway in thy right hand? |
A61970 | Wilt thou thus wrong( oh death) the Publick weale? |
A61970 | Wouldst know thy mettal? |
A61970 | Yee see what God hath done, and who may have Like liberty to take, as he that gave? |
A61970 | a Saint so good? |
A61970 | an quò via ducit, in aedem? |
A61970 | can nothing then asswage Thy savage fury, and thy direful rage? |
A61970 | can such stupidity Remaine in me, and I not dead with thee? |
A61970 | could''st that part Have acted here, or some years lusters more, Have added to his lives lease? |
A61970 | dici hunc periisse licebit? |
A61970 | doe I deserve That slight and scorn, that dust and ashes serve Me daily with? |
A61970 | how Faint''s this eccho here? |
A61970 | how can it be? |
A61970 | just? |
A61970 | licet aut componere parvis Maxima? |
A61970 | meditaris morte fugamne? |
A61970 | meek? |
A61970 | or Brother? |
A61970 | or to the life, let''s see, What by thy death we''ave lost, in loosing thee? |
A61970 | or who can warble forth Thy praises due? |
A61970 | seest thou not the throng Of crowned Saints about thee, that rejoyce To joyn thee to their Chore, who with their voyce, My everlasting praise do sing? |
A61970 | shal I never more observe that eye, Intently lifted up unto the skie? |
A61970 | so kinde? |
A61970 | such an heavenly minde? |
A61970 | the Leprous scales of sin, Have they more weight of joy then what''s within The spangles of thy Crown? |
A61970 | then shall not we Our tears pour forth, at this solemnity? |
A61970 | thy Lot ▪ Does it not fill thy heart, fulfill my Oath? |
A61970 | turgentia guttis Lumina quis non fert? |
A61970 | which of the two, The lower wilderness of thorns and woe, Or this eternal gallery of love VVould''st chuse thy walk? |