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A46819	And( now, alas) what is Sins last Extent?
A46819	For, can a Leopard change his Spotted Skin?
A46819	When Sinne brings Sinners to this fearefull pass, What followes, but a hard Heart- Brow of brass?
A05092	If Asses haue such lucke, what should I say?
A05092	This will not serue, what though?
A05092	What if one meane or purpose hap to faile, Is that a reason we should trie no more?
A05092	When death doth call vs at the doore, What ods betwixt the Prince and poore?
A05092	that may be good: Is there no way but one vnto the wood?
A01375	Are they dis- rankt, or not?
A01375	EMBLEME 1 REX ✚ ET ✚ SACERDOS ✚ DEI ✚ VVHy be these marshal''d equall, as you see?
A01375	How can a man the feates of Armes well doe, If not a Scholler, and a Souldiour too?
A01375	Or, how can he resolue to execute, That hath not first learn''d to be resolute?
A01375	Since in themselues Arts haue this quality, To vanquish errours traine: what other than Should loue the Arts, if not a valiant man?
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A10263	( that first must seale her Patent) will: Wouldst thou live long?
A10263	3. as it a parcell of celestiall fire, ● nfus''d, by Heav''n, into this fleshly mould?
A10263	A thousand Tapours may gaine light from Thee: Is thy Lightless, or worse for lighting mine?
A10263	ALwaies pruning?
A10263	Affraid of eyes?
A10263	Alas And what is that?
A10263	Alwaies cureing?
A10263	And Man lesse than they?
A10263	And is the light of the lesser world more premanent?
A10263	And skulk in Corners, and play least in sight?
A10263	And what''s a Man?
A10263	Art thou affraid to trust thy easie flame To the injurious wast of Fortunes puffe?
A10263	Art thou consum''d with soule- afflicting crosses?
A10263	Behold; the world is full of troubles; yet, beloved; What if it were a pleasing world?
A10263	But if her harmeless light Offend thy sight, What needst thou snatch at noone, what will be thine at night?
A10263	But why should Man, the Lord of Creatures, want That priviledge which Plants and Beasts obtaine?
A10263	Can thy bright eye not brooke the daily light?
A10263	Canst thou appoint my shaft?
A10263	Cloystred up in night?
A10263	Did heav''nly Providence intend So rare a Fabrick for so poore an end?
A10263	Disdaine you not these lumps of dying Clay, That, for your paines, doe oftentimes repay Neglect, if not disdaine, and send you griev''d away?
A10263	Disturb''d with griefe?
A10263	Ever dressing?
A10263	Great Prince of darknesse, hold thy needless hand; Thy Captiv''s fast, and can not flee: What arme can rescue?
A10263	Hast thou climbd up to the full age of thy few daies?
A10263	He will give his Angels charge over thee?
A10263	Hee''s mounting up the Hill; Thou plodding downe?
A10263	How wouldst thou delight in her Calmes, that canst so well endure her stormes?
A10263	If in the first sixe dayes, where kept till now?
A10263	If, wanting Light, I stumble, shall Thy darkness not be guilty of my fall?
A10263	In what a streight, in what a streight am I?
A10263	Is her brightnesse still obscur''d?
A10263	Is her luster fled, Or foyl''d?
A10263	Is it for feare Some busie eye should pry into thy flame, And spie a Thiefe, or else some blemish there?
A10263	Is not he As equall distant from the Toppe as thee?
A10263	Lord, what am I?
A10263	May it but light my Ashes to their Grave, And so from thence, to Thee?
A10263	Must humane soules be generated then?
A10263	My flame, art thou disturb''d, diseas''d, and driv''n To Death with stormes of griefe?
A10263	O what reverence, what ● ● ve, what confidence deserves so sweet a saying?
A10263	O what shall I desire?
A10263	Or being spy''d, shrink''st thou thy head for shame?
A10263	Or if they could, what close, what forrein land Can hide that head, that flees from Thee?
A10263	Or is''t a propagated Spark, rak''d out From Natures embers?
A10263	Or of old?
A10263	Or, if it were created, tell me, when?
A10263	Seest thou the daily light of the greater world?
A10263	Seest thou this good old man?
A10263	Shall these get living soules?
A10263	Take not thy selfe a Pris''ner, that art free: Why dost thou turne thy Palace to a Iaile?
A10263	Tell me, recluse Monastick, can it be A disadvantage to thy beames to shine?
A10263	The infant Will had yet none other guide, But twilight Sense; And what is gayn''d from thence But doubtfull Steps, that tread aside?
A10263	Then; was it new created?
A10263	Those Bacchanalian Tones?
A10263	Those buxom tunes?
A10263	Those swelling veynes?
A10263	Thou art an Eagle; And befits it thee To live immured, like a cloysterd Snaile?
A10263	Thus was the first seav''nth part of thy few daies Consum''d in sleep, in food, in Toyish plaies: Knowst thou what teares thine eies imparted then?
A10263	To spend his Light In a darke- Lanthorne?
A10263	To the declining Man, Why standst thou discontented?
A10263	Twixt two extreames how my rackt fortunes lie?
A10263	VVAs it for this, the breath of Heav''n was blowne Into the nostrils of this Heav''nly Creature?
A10263	VVHat ayles our Tapour?
A10263	Was it for this, that sacred Three in One Conspir''d to make this Quintessence of Nature?
A10263	What dire disaster bred This Change?
A10263	What help can my distracted thoughts require, That thus am wasting twixt a double Fire?
A10263	What may this sorrow- shaken life present To the false relish of our Tast, That''s worth the name of sweet?
A10263	What shall I doe?
A10263	What shall we then conclude?
A10263	What still play least in sight?
A10263	What sun- shine wil ● Disperse this gloomy cloud?
A10263	What then may cause thy discontented frowne?
A10263	Where that Maiesty Which sat enthron''d upon thy manly brow?
A10263	Where, where that braving Arme?
A10263	Who can countermand, What pow''r can set thy Pris''ner free?
A10263	Why doest thou wonder, ô man, at the height of the Starres?
A10263	Why dost thou lurk so close?
A10263	Wilt thou complaine, because thou art bereiv''n Of all thy light?
A10263	Wilt thou vie Lights with Heav''n?
A10263	Young man, rejoyce; And let thy rising daies Cheare thy glad heart; Thinkst thou these uphill waies Leade to deaths dungeon?
A10263	alwaies cropping?
A10263	ever topping?
A10263	never cur''d?
A10263	or what''s the light I have?
A10263	or 〈 ◊ 〉 depth of the Sea?
A10263	that daring eye?
A10263	that thus she vailes her golden head?
A10263	those marrow- flowing bones?
A10263	where is that glory now, Thy Youth so vaunted?
A10263	● anst thou behold bright Phoebus, and thy sight ● o whit impayr''d?
A10263	● hat art thou now the better by this flame?
A10263	〈 ◊ 〉 was it( thinke you) made a soule entire?
A15631	2 LOrd, what a coyle men keepe, and, with what eare Their Pistolls, and, their Swords doe they prepare, To be in readinesse?
A15631	28 A safe- abiding, wouldst thou know, When Seas doe rage, and winds doe blow?
A15631	3 WHy doe men grudge at those, who raysed be, By royall Favour, from a low degree?
A15631	3 WHy, with a trembling faintnesse, should we feare The face of Death?
A15631	34 If, truely temperate, thou be, Why should this Lot, be drawne by thee?
A15631	4 POore Hart, why dost thou run so fast?
A15631	4 WHat meanes this Countrey- peasant, skipping here Through prickling Thistles w th such gamesom cheere?
A15631	54 It proves a Blanck; for, to what end, Should wee a serious Morall spend, Where, teachings, warnings, and advise, Esteemed are of little price?
A15631	A Candle that affords no light, What profits it, by Day, or Night?
A15631	And Boast, as if thy Flesh immortall were?
A15631	And Cloth''d, so proudly, wherefore dost thou goe?
A15631	And hold it head, as if it meant to show It were the Pigg of some well- nurtur''d Sow?
A15631	And they, that unto ayery Titles clime Or tyre themselves in hoording up of Treasures?
A15631	And, how doe such as they Inlarge their ill- got Portions, ev''ry day?
A15631	And, if they neither good nor ill constraine, Why then, should wee of Destinie complaine?
A15631	And, o''re thy Fellow- creatures, Domineere?
A15631	And, of their Portions, robd the Fatherlesse?
A15631	And, persecuted others, for that Sin, Which they themselves, had more transgressed in?
A15631	And, plucking off their tops, as though for Posies, He gather''d Violets, or toothlesse Roses?
A15631	And, therfore, plagu''d have bin With publicke lashes, for their private sin?
A15631	And, what if all who know mee, see me dead, Before those hopes begin to spring and spread?
A15631	And, why expresse I this?
A15631	As if thou seem''dst in thy swift flight, to heare Those dangers following thee, which thou dost feare?
A15631	But, what needs Flatt''ry, where the Truth may teach To praise, beyond immodest Flatt''ries reach?
A15631	But, where are now those multitudes of Friends?
A15631	Dost thou hope, thine Honours, or thy Gold, Shall gaine thee Love?
A15631	For, if they made mee sinne, why for that ill, Should I be damn''d, and they shine brightly, still?
A15631	HOw Fond are they, who spend their pretious Time In still pursuing their deceiving Pleasures?
A15631	Have therefore they that hate me, cause to boast, As if mine expectations I had lost?
A15631	How dare wee bring a matter that''s unjust, Where hee( though few perceive him) judge it must?
A15631	How mad are those, who to the Warres prepare, For nothing, but to spoyle and murther there?
A15631	How many Lawyers, wealthy men are growne, By taking Fees, for Causes overthrowne By their defaults?
A15631	How many worthlesse men, are great become, By that, which they have stolne, or cheated from Their Lords?
A15631	How many, have assi ● ted to condemne Poore soules, for what was never stolne by them?
A15631	How many, without feare, Doe rob the King, and God, yet blamelesse are?
A15631	How wise and wary too, can they become, To fortifie their persons up at home, With lockes, and barres?
A15631	I, SVppose you Sirs, those mimicke Apes you meet In strange fantasticke habits?
A15631	If they inforc''d my goodnesse, why should I Bee glorified for their Pietie?
A15631	If this be so, why then for Lucre- sake, Doe many breake the Promises they make?
A15631	In sl ● eping, drinking, and Tobacco- fuming?
A15631	Is Honour due to those, who spend their dayes In courting one another?
A15631	May Sloth, and Idlenesse, be warrantable, In us, because our Fathers have been rich?
A15631	My Hand and Heart, in one agree, What can you more desire of mee?
A15631	Nay, what poore things are Miters, Scepters, Crownes, And all those Glories which Men most esteeme?
A15631	Or, are wee, therefore, truely honourable, Because our Predecessours, have beene such?
A15631	Or, at his Workes, why should they take offence, As if their Wit, could teach his Providence?
A15631	Or, dreame, that hee, for some, provided none, Because, on us, much Mercie is bestowne?
A15631	Or, macerate the Flesh, by raising strife, For more, than will bee usefull during life?
A15631	Or, prosecute with fury, or despite, Against the person of his Favourite?
A15631	Or, that thou hast her heart Whose hand upon thy tempting Bay ● layes hold?
A15631	Or, that we either were to travell downe To uncouth Deapthes, or up some heights unknowne?
A15631	Or, to some place remote, whose nearest end Is farther then Earths limits doe extend?
A15631	Or, what needs he to feare a slandrous- mouth, Who seekes no meed, nor utters more than Truth?
A15631	Or, whence proceedes it, that sometimes we see Those men grow poore, who faithfull seeme to bee?
A15631	Or, who so blinde, as they that will not see?
A15631	Should it be then concluded, that all those, Who poore and honest seeme, have made but showes Of reall Faith?
A15631	These doe( forsooth) affirme, that God''s decree Before all Worlds( what Words can fouler be?)
A15631	This being so, how dare wee, by the Lawes, Or, by the Sword, pursue a wicked Cause?
A15631	Till, therefore, God shall offer Grace againe, Man strives to set up Lights, to these, in vaine: For, what are Lights to those who blinded bee?
A15631	To compasse Wealth?
A15631	WHy should the foolish World discourage Men, In just endurances?
A15631	What Fooles are they, who seeke the Conquest, by Oppression, Fraud, or hellish Perjurie?
A15631	What Trifles then doe Villages and Townes Large Fields or Flockes of fruitfull Cattell seeme?
A15631	What Violence is used, and what Cunning?
A15631	What losses hazarded?
A15631	What meaneth it, but onely to expresse How great a joy, well- grounded Patientnesse Retaines in Suff ● rings?
A15631	What nightly Watchings, and what daily Running?
A15631	What sorrowes felt?
A15631	What though it fiercely raines, and thunders loud?
A15631	When woe is in our selves begun, Then, whither from it, can wee run?
A15631	Why doe they cheat and couzen, lye, and sweare?
A15631	Why dost thou gather so?
A15631	Why dost thou live in riotous Excesse?
A15631	Why murmure they at God, for guiding so The Hearts of Kings, as oft they see him doe?
A15631	Why practise they all Villanies that are?
A15631	Why should I feare the want of Bread?
A15631	Why should his Children, live in slavish feare, Since hee is kind to those that strangers are?
A15631	Why should his Garden doubt of what it needs, Since hee oft waters barren Rocks and Weeds?
A15631	Why should they blame their Kings, for fav''ring such, Whom, they have thought, scarce meriting so much?
A15631	Why so oppresse?
A15631	Why then should wee, that in God''s Vineyard live, Distrust that all things needfull hee will give?
A15631	Yet, censur''d others Errours, as if none Had cause to say, that they amisse have done?
A15631	Yet, who can tell what may befall?
A15631	and such domestick- Armes, As may secure their bodies, there, from harmes?
A15631	and what a puther, To save and get?
A15631	and why, Behind thee dost thou looke, when thou dost fly?
A15631	and, fondly linger here, As if we thought the Voyage to be gone Lay through the shades of Styx or Acheron?
A15631	and, how they load Themselves with Irons, when they ride abroad?
A15631	and, to acquire Those vanities, which Fancie doth desire?
A15631	and, what sport she makes, When she her Iourney through Affliction takes?
A15631	because, no Morall, there, Doth, worthy of your Heed, appeare?
A15631	except it give Your GRACE, a fit occasion to perceive, That, my decayed Hopes I would renew, And, faine derive them downe, from HIM to YOV?
A15631	or bid them shunne Good Actions,''cause they suffer now and then, For Doing well, as if some Ill were done?
A15631	or consuming Their Fortunes and themselves, on Drabbs and Playes?
A15631	or the Rabble, That in gay clothes embroyder out the street, Are truely of Worshipfull or Honorable?
A15631	or( by some practices unjust) From those, by whom they had beene put in trust?
A15631	or, what are wee In such a Combate, without ayde from thee?
A15631	overvaluing so Thy Person, or the beauty of thy Brow?
A15631	so much admirest thou Thy present Fortune?
A15631	to scratch and scrape together The Rubbish of the world?
A15631	what can I feare to want?
A15631	what difficulties entred?
A15631	what perills ventred?
A15631	which way shall I goe?
A15631	which way shall I goe?
A15631	〈 ◊ 〉 Cou ● tesie doth alwaies, there, abound, 〈 ◊ 〉 such a lovely Personage is found?
A15631	〈 ◊ 〉 wherefore, of his SONNE, should I suspect 〈 ◊ 〉 seeking HIM) hee can my love reject?
A02823	Alas, when shal I be deliuered and rid therof?
A02823	And for our Ladie, what need I say more then that versicle of her Litanies: Salus Infirmorum?
A02823	And how should she be Ladie of the Seas alone, if she were not the Ladie likewise of the land?
A02823	And shal I euer be troubled and vexed with these vnchast cogitations, and impure apprehensions; which so macerate my vnwilling soule?
A02823	And what is Oyle in drops, but Deawes of oyle?
A02823	And what meruel?
A02823	And who are these rich, but the Angels, who beyond others enioy the riches of the heauenlie Kingdome?
A02823	And why?
A02823	And yet how manie treasures doe I see enclosed within these litle drops, within these graines of Cristal liquifyed?
A02823	Behold now this rare Heliotropion of Ours, euen at the point of death, as she lay a- dying; dying, doe I say, or sleeping rather?
A02823	But heer may we demand with S. Ambrose: how came it to passe, the Oliue should flourish so suddenly after the Deluge, and put forth a twig so soone?
A02823	But how bread?
A02823	But how then, O mysterious Hen, louest thou dust so wel, hating al fowlnes and sordities so much?
A02823	But it was clos''d:* Alma''s shut vp, we know, What Gard''ner then might enter in to sow?
A02823	But marke a while; see you not those beds strewed with a thousand Violets?
A02823	But soone the spring of his life and Raigne, was the winter of his death; and what death but a death which his life deserued?
A02823	But such would I haue to aske the Vallyes, how they came to be so beneath the Hils or higher Mountains?
A02823	But then, what musick made the white delightful Swā, sitting on the Bancks, not of Po, Meander, or Euridanus, but on the brinck of Death?
A02823	But what are the causes of her so hastie and precipitous speed?
A02823	But what haue we heer to doe with such Saxtons, as she, that rings but knells to passengers out of this world?
A02823	But what were al this but a meer extension and perlustration of the mind only, wholy occupyed in measuring Intellectual Obiects?
A02823	But why made Marie such hast then?
A02823	By what helps( sayth he) may ships among so manie perils arriue at the shore of that Heauenlie countrie?
A02823	Deuise of man, in working hath no end; What thought can think another thought can mend?
A02823	Feltst thou the itching of Vanitie a whit, that thou shouldst scrape in that sort?
A02823	For can the Sonne repel the Mother?
A02823	For how should she saue from shipwrack, if were not Ladie& Mistris of the waues and winds?
A02823	For what are the most iudicious Artizans, but the Mimiks of Nature?
A02823	For what is the blossomes, trow you, to spring and bud forth, but for Nature to breake out as into Springs?
A02823	For what should thorns conceaue but meerly thorns?
A02823	For whence from so litle a bird, so bold and pertinacious a spirit?
A02823	For where haue you a Garden, that hath not store of them?
A02823	For who can draw a picture of one that can not sit, but is euer iogging vp and downe?
A02823	HAu, Who dwels heer?
A02823	Hath he a Cittie for himself, and not a Garden priuate to himself?
A02823	Haue you seen a statelie Mask in Court, al set round, and taken vp with a world of beautiful Ladies, to behold the sports and reuels there?
A02823	He was red in his passion: Wherefore is thy garment red, and thy vestments like to those, who stamp or tread in the presse?
A02823	Heare S. Bernard: Why feares human frailtie to approach to Marie?
A02823	How can this be?
A02823	How farre?
A02823	How so?
A02823	How worthily therefore, is she compared to Heauen for this so strange and admirable incorruptibilitie in her?
A02823	If in green wood they do this, what wil be done in the dry?
A02823	If so; how came she partial?
A02823	Is Honour in the Bodie, or the Mind?
A02823	Is it so in the Harp,& not in the Organ of the voyce?
A02823	It was a great Praculum to violate the immunities of those; What think you then of his priuat Cittie?
A02823	Let him tel vs a third time againe: The Virgin being ful of GOD, whither should she goe but to the higher places, with ful speed?
A02823	Moria signifyeth the land of vision;& what land more worthie to be seen thē Marie, the Mother of GOD?
A02823	My children, why feare you to go to Marie?
A02823	NOw what may this Moon denote and signify to vs, but the glorious Queene of Heauen?
A02823	Now, Philosopher, tel me, what would you more?
A02823	O let thy voice then sound in mine eares?
A02823	Or plant within this Eden?
A02823	Or was thy intention, to shake off at least any euil cogitations?
A02823	Or who presumes to disannul or cancel his Priuie or Broad Seals?
A02823	Or wouldst thou haue pranckt thy quils& plumage of supernal affects?
A02823	Or, what birth Might be expected from a virgin- earth?
A02823	Shal I alwayes walke thus, by the brinck of Hel, vnrulie, unmortifyed, curious, sensual, and vayne?
A02823	THE sweats of that great Monark, were held to be perfumes; and why?
A02823	The fire breaks forth; what maruel then, if it carries so the engine of the bodie with it?
A02823	The great Mausoleas, Amphitheaters, Piramids( and what not?)
A02823	The hart is put into a fright; the obsequious bloud comes- in anon, and asks: What ayle you, Sir?
A02823	The hart then of the Incomparable Virgin, so innocent and free from al engagements, how cheerful of necessitie must it needs be?
A02823	There is truly no Song so hard and abstruse, which she can not expresse, ful, flat, sharp, quick, long, high, meane, base, what more?
A02823	Those yellow ones, would you not verily think them to be golden bels?
A02823	WHO wil giue me the wings of a Doue( the Prophet sayth) and I wil fly and rest?
A02823	What are you?
A02823	What bread; but the true& liuing bread?
A02823	What feares the Virgin, when she blushes so?
A02823	What is it, that filles so mine eares?
A02823	What is it?
A02823	What is this I heare?
A02823	What more?
A02823	What think you thē, is it ought els, then a litle water?
A02823	What think you?
A02823	What would they haue said then, had they knowne the effects of her Card and Compas?
A02823	When th''Angel said, she should conceaue a Sonne, She blushed,& asked, how it should be donne?
A02823	Whence that force of containing yet the soule, in chanting so manie diuersities in the continuation of one song?
A02823	Who is he so rude; that dares lay hands vpon the vessels marked with the Prince''s Armes?
A02823	Who wil afford me wings as the Doue?
A02823	Why art thou proud, thou earth& ashes?
A02823	Would you haue riches?
A02823	and being so ful of glee and iubiley, how must she needs exhale& vent forth melodie?
A02823	and consequently, how diuinely brake she forth into that melodious Canticle of her Magnificat?
A02823	and that red one, a little purse of crimson- satin?
A02823	and those others, some goodlie vessels of Emeralds, or the like?
A02823	and what is it to spring, but to ascend vpwards?
A02823	and where, I pray, are the liuelie streightnings and remissions of the voice cōtained?
A02823	and who is the Father of rayne?
A02823	are they not exceeding faire?
A02823	can not the same thing be in two places at once?
A02823	how long?
A02823	how shal I sustaine the bodie of this death, this impure thistle of the bodie, with its thorns?
A02823	if not, how came they to be so?
A02823	most pure and immaculat Virgin, shal I alwayes liue in the flauerie and seruitude of this impure flesh of mine?
A02823	or be repelled of the Mother?
A02823	shal I alwayes liue thus?
A02823	since thy head, IESVS CHRIST, came so to thee, ful of Deaw, and reposes in thy chast bower?
A02823	what a goodlie Nothing is this, if it be no more, that carryes such beautie and riches with it?
A02823	what a melodie and most delicious sound it makes?
A02823	what a miracle of beautie it is?
A02823	what groanes shal I imagin thy breast sent forth the while, when thou heardst him say: Woman, behold thy Sonne; and agayne: Behold thy mother?
A02823	what to Deaw, but to spring downe?
A43639	5. Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the Doves to their windowes?
A43639	ARt thou delighted with strange novelties, Which often prove but old fresh garnisht lies?
A43639	An heart?
A43639	And is it not all one, if he have given Thee meanes to get it?
A43639	And is it reason what I gave in grosse Should be return''d but by retaile?
A43639	And is''t the fruit of having still to crave?
A43639	And why?
A43639	Art thou incapable of every thing, But what thy senses to thy fancie bring?
A43639	But am I not starke wilde, That go about to wash mine heart With hands that are defil''d, As much as any other part?
A43639	But how?
A43639	But is this all?
A43639	But is''t not better hold that which I have, Then unto future expectation trust?
A43639	But where may it be found?
A43639	But where''s thine heart the while, thou senselesse sot?
A43639	But who can tell what is within thine heart?
A43639	But, desperatly devoted to destruction, Rebell against the light, abhorre instruction?
A43639	Can death, or hell, be worse then this estate?
A43639	Can there be to thy sight A more entire delight?
A43639	Can there no helpe be had?
A43639	Canst thou endure thy pleasant garden should Be thus turn''d up as ordinary mould?
A43639	Canst thou not hold them off?
A43639	Confesse and pray?
A43639	Could there a cord be found, Wherewith omnipotence it self was bound?
A43639	DOst thou enquire, thou heartlesse wanderer, Where thine heart is?
A43639	Do st thou not in this milky colour see The lively lustre of sincerity, Which no hypocrisie hath painted, Nor self- respecting ends have tainted?
A43639	Do''st thou not see how thine heart turnes aside, And leanes toward thy self?
A43639	Dost thou draw backe?
A43639	Faint- hearted fondling, canst thou feare to dye, Being a Spirit and immortall?
A43639	Find''st thou such sweetnesse in those sugar''d lyes?
A43639	For me, that was not dead alone, But desp''ratly transcendent grown In enmitie to thee?
A43639	Give thee mine heart?
A43639	God made it not for food?
A43639	HOw pleasant is that now, which heretofore Mine heart hela buter, sacred learnings l ● … e?
A43639	Hast thou an eare To listen but to what thou should''st not heare?
A43639	Hast thou so soone forgot the former paine, That thy licentious bondage unto sinne, And lust enlarged thraldome, put thee in?
A43639	Hath custome charm''d thee so, That thou canst relish nothing but thy woe?
A43639	Hath it not within A bottomlesse whirlpoole of sinne?
A43639	Have I betroth''d thee to my selfe, and shall The devill, and the world, intrude Upon my right, Ev''n in my fight?
A43639	Have I now no more To doe hereafter?
A43639	Have forain objects so ingrost thine eyes?
A43639	Heale thee?
A43639	How doe I hugge mine happinesse that have Present possession of what others crave?
A43639	How wide A distance there is here?
A43639	IS this my period?
A43639	Is it not hollow?
A43639	Is mine Almighty arme decai''d in strength?
A43639	Is not this Lilly pure?
A43639	Is there a joy like this?
A43639	Is there a pow''r above My will in me, that can my purposes reprive?
A43639	Is this the trimming that the world bestowes Upon such robes of majestie as those?
A43639	Is''t not enough to die, unlesse by paine Thou antidate Thy death before hand, Lord?
A43639	Is''t therefore thou art loth to see it such, As now it is, because it is so much, Degenerated now from what it was, And should have been?
A43639	It may be so: and what of that?
A43639	Laid downe already?
A43639	Lord, if thou wilt not still encrease my store, Why did''st thou any thing at all bestow?
A43639	Lord, wilt thou suffer this?
A43639	Must I as well maintaine, And keep, as make thy fences?
A43639	Must he, that doth sin- weari''d soules refresh, Himself endure Such tearing tortures?
A43639	Must there not be Peace- offerings, and sacrifices of Thanksgiving tendered unto thee?
A43639	Must those sides be gash''d?
A43639	My meane estate of misery?
A43639	My mind''s my kingdome: why should I withstand, Or question that, which I my selfe command?
A43639	Or doth thy self- confounding fancy feare thee, When there''s no danger neer thee?
A43639	Or hath mine hammer lost its weight?
A43639	Or hath thine understanding lost its light?
A43639	Or shall I both be clad, And also sad, To think it is a crowne, and yet so bad?
A43639	Or wilt thou have beside Violets purple- di''d?
A43639	Poore, silly, simple, sense- besotted soule, Why dost thou hugge thy self- procured woes?
A43639	Shall I Alwayes lie Grov''ling on earth, Where there is no mirth?
A43639	Shall I returne to mine owne heart?
A43639	Shall I returne to thee?
A43639	Shall I returne, that can not though I would?
A43639	Shall both the wine, And worke be all his owne?
A43639	Shall he, that is thy Cluster, and thy Vine, Tread the winepresse alone, Whilst thou stand''st looking on?
A43639	Shall my mind give o''re It s ● … ● … thus, and idle be, Or buss''d other wise?
A43639	Should I not feare before thee, Lord, Who ● … hand ● … heaven, at whose word Devills themselves doe quake?
A43639	Should I not love thee, blessed Lord, Who freely of thine owne accord Laid''st downe thy life for me?
A43639	Should I not see How to improve my thoughts more ● …, Before ● … these Heart School ● … by?
A43639	Should I now lightly let it passe, Take sullen lead for silver, sounding brasse In stead of solid gold, alas, What would become of it?
A43639	Speak out thy doubts, and thy desires, and tell me, What enemy or can, or dares to quell thee?
A43639	Speak, blessed Lord, Wilt thou afford Me meanes to make it cleane?
A43639	That a poore lumpe of earth should sleight My mercies, and not feele my wrath at length, With which I make Ev''n heav''n to shake?
A43639	That neither forward, nor on either side I can get loose?
A43639	The Pedlar cryes, What doe you lack?
A43639	This is the tree of knowledge, and untill Thou eat thereof, how canst thou know what''s good or ill?
A43639	Those shoulders lash''d?
A43639	WHy dost thou hide thy wounds?
A43639	WOuld''st thou, my love, a ladder have, whereby Thou mai''st climbe heaven to sit downe on high?
A43639	What Fuller can procure A white so perfect, spotlesse, clear, As in this flower doth appear?
A43639	What boundlesse sorrow can suffice a guilt Growne so transcendent?
A43639	What can augment my blisse?
A43639	What do''st thou meane To aggravate The guilt of sinne?
A43639	What doe those scourges on that sacred flesh, Spotlesse and pure?
A43639	What expectation hast thou to doe well, That art content to dwell Within the verge of hell?
A43639	What have we here?
A43639	What is the matter?
A43639	What say''st thou to that Rose, That queen of flowers, whose Maidenly blushes, fresh, and faire, Out- brave the dainty morning aire?
A43639	What shall I do?
A43639	What shall I doe?
A43639	What will that fanne, though of the finest feather, Steed thee, the brunt of windes and stormes to beare?
A43639	What will thy fight Availe thee, or my light, If there be nothing in thine heart to see Acceptable to me?
A43639	What will you buy?
A43639	What wilt thou say?
A43639	What''s this that checks my course?
A43639	What?
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A43639	Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a foole to get wisdome, seeing he bath no heart to it?
A43639	Whilst all thy teares, Thine hopes, and feares, Both ev''ry word, and deed, And thought is foule, Poore filly soule, How canst thou looke to speed?
A43639	Who can know it?
A43639	Who would be troubled with an heart, As I have been of late, Both to my sorrow, shame, and smart?
A43639	Whose eyes out- shine the Sunne, whose beck Can the whole ● … of Nature check, And its foundations shake?
A43639	Why doe I trifle then?
A43639	Why dost thou spurn And kick the counsells that should bring thee back again?
A43639	Why hath Satan filled thine heart?
A43639	Why should I not?
A43639	Will pleasant fruites, or flowers serve the turne?
A43639	Wilt thou not what he sets before thee daine to take?
A43639	Would ever any, that had eyes, mistake As thou art wo nt to doe: no difference make Betwixt the way to heaven and to hell?
A43639	Yet how should we Divided be, That are not two, but one?
A43639	am I riveted, or rooted here?
A43639	and so fast asleepe?
A43639	are the ruines such thou art affrai''d, Or else asham''d, to see how''t is decai''d?
A43639	could those hands, That made the world, be subject unto bands?
A43639	do''st thou struggle to get loose againe?
A43639	mad men may rave Of mercy miracles, but what will Justice say?
A43639	must I still be rooted here below, And riveted unto the ground, Wherein mine haste to grow Will be though sound, But slow?
A43639	must he still be driven To new workes of creation for thy sake?
A43639	or to enhance the price Thy sacrifice Amounts to?
A43639	or whither?
A43639	take it at adventure, and not try What metall it is made of?
A43639	what I desire Why doe I not?
A43639	what danger can it be to eat That which is good being ordain''d for meat?
A43639	what strange course shall I try, That, though I loath to live, yet dare not die?
A43639	why do''st thou complaine?
A43639	why dost thou hide In thy close breast thy wishes, and so side With thine owne soares and so rowes?
A43639	wilt thou borrow That griefe to day, which thou must pay to morrow?
A43639	wilt thou take No paines for thine own sake?