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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A91966 | How dare you make a mock of Love, or speak against the Singers sweet? |
A10687 | But shall I shew the folly of this thing? |
A10687 | How many mischiefes may befall, vpon thy head O man mortall? |
A10687 | Signatures: A- F(-F6- 8, blank?). |
A10687 | What hope, what helpe, what tried trust, what ioy or stay in things vniust, What sureance haue we here to bide? |
A10687 | What law or Gospel comes forth in her name? |
A10687 | What world or worke did Fortune make or frame? |
A10687 | Where will shee raigne when this world''s turnd to ashes? |
A10687 | Whom doth shee call to count with as a Princesse? |
A25742 | And by free gift prevent that else- sure loss? |
A25742 | And joyful praises to th''Almighty sing, When they a mortal to their own home bring? |
A25742 | Are we not half with griping hunger pin''d, Before we bread amongst the brambles find? |
A25742 | Hast thou( said God) eat the forbidden tree, Or who declar''d thy nakedness to thee? |
A25742 | Hath not our sin all natures pure leagues rent And arm''d against us every element? |
A25742 | Have not our subjects their allegiance broke, Doth not each worm scorn our unworthy yoak? |
A25742 | Have we not lost by one false cheating sin All peace without, all sweet repose within? |
A25742 | How undecently doth pride then lift that head On which the meanest feet must shortly tread? |
A25742 | If all were good, whence then arose the ill? |
A25742 | Therefore cites to his bar the Criminals, And Adam first out of his covert calls, Where art thou Adam? |
A25742 | Which wheresoe''re we look, without, within, Above, beneath, in every place is seen, Doth Heaven frown? |
A25742 | Why should we not our angry maker pray At once to take our wretched lives away? |
A25742 | can I this in Adams person say, While fruitless tears melt my poor life away? |
A07427 | Alas, O Lord, what pleasure can it bée, To liue in sinne? |
A07427 | Are all my pleasures past? |
A07427 | Art thou contenttd wander to and fro? |
A07427 | As thirstie ground requires a showre of raine, Mine heart is drie: as fruitlesse barren frée I féele my selfe: How can I héere remaine? |
A07427 | Courage, said hée, haue I not bought thée deare? |
A07427 | How can I come amongst that bailfull band? |
A07427 | How long shall subtile Sathan rage? |
A07427 | I heare thy sighes, I sée thy trickling teares, Thou séemst to be in some perplexitie: What mean thy mones: what is y t thing thou fears? |
A07427 | I him besought, that he the trueth would tell: Is this, said I, the Papists purging place? |
A07427 | Includes"A verie comfortable song, to the tune of Shall I let her goe?" |
A07427 | Into the field may we not boldlie hide, When hée shall help vs with his mightis hand? |
A07427 | Is this the cause? |
A07427 | Loath I am to forgoe, That swéet alluring foe: Since thy wayes are vaine, Shal I them cetaine? |
A07427 | Shall worldlie lustes now take their leaue at last? |
A07427 | The King of kinges, if hée bée on our side, Wée néede not feare: who dare against vs stand? |
A07427 | Then I beganne my Lamentation, And said, O Lord, how long is it thy will, That thy poore Sainctes shall be afflicted still? |
A07427 | Through great Desarts, throgh water,& throgh fire? |
A07427 | Through thorns and briers, and many dangers mo? |
A07427 | Thy sillie Sainctes are tossed to and fro: Awake, O Lord, why sléepest thou so long? |
A07427 | To the tune of Shall I let her goe? |
A07427 | UUhen shall we sée that great and glorious Day? |
A07427 | UUhē wilt thou come? |
A07427 | What can we do? |
A07427 | What hast? |
A07427 | What sayest thou now? |
A07427 | What shall I doe? |
A07427 | Whom would thou haue, in what place would y u be? |
A07427 | Why groan''st thou so? |
A07427 | Without mine help thinkest thou to climbe to hie? |
A07427 | said hée, Why ranne thou so before? |
A07427 | what dost thou dwining here, With carefull cries, in this thy bailfull Bed? |
A07427 | whē shal thy trumpet sound? |
A66751 | A Families necessities, who can Support aright or honour God or Man With due respects? |
A66751 | And Lord if such a failing love as mine, May reach to this; how infinite is thine? |
A66751 | And that prime Attribute have overthrown, By which, he chiefly to be God is known? |
A66751 | And that we might not ever be forlorn, For our eternal safety he was Born? |
A66751 | And what Commandement will he respect Who neither God nor Neighbour doth affect? |
A66751 | And what havoke then Will Trecherys and Murthers make of Men? |
A66751 | And, who will careful be to foster that Which no man owns, and Brutish Lust begat? |
A66751 | And, yet, how boldly did the Prophet threat Succeeding Vengeance? |
A66751 | Except it be that they might soon undo Those fools which do abuse Gods bounty so? |
A66751 | For, what hath he to bar him from the rest, Who but in one hath wilfully transgrest? |
A66751 | How can he love his Neighbour who doth crave Their Heritage, their wives or goods to have? |
A66751 | How safe seem''d Jesabel, by being great? |
A66751 | IX Thou shalt not beare false witnes against,& c. Who can hope for Justice where Magistrates false witness bear? |
A66751 | Or if our daies We spend on Idols, forging Puppet plays, And false Ideas, till all truth be lost? |
A66751 | Or, by what means might they be kept in awe, Whose greatness makes them careless of this Law? |
A66751 | Or, if perpetually he do not act All wickedness, and ev''ry filthy Fact? |
A66751 | Or, secure in falshood be, When great Princes scape not free? |
A66751 | To thee what is it, whether we adore Thee for our God, or none, or twenty more? |
A66751 | VVEre this Edict omitted, who could say, He should enjoy his life or Goods a day? |
A66751 | What other sin would he have left undone, Which might have hindred his beloved one? |
A66751 | What suft''rest thou, when mad Blasphemers rave Against thy holy Name, that thou need''st have A Law to curb them? |
A66751 | and though she were high, How low upon a suddain did she lie? |
A66751 | to reprobate? |
A37242 | Againe, how can she but immortall be? |
A37242 | Againe, how can she severall Bodies know, If in her selfe a Bodies forme she bear? |
A37242 | Although all children first from thence do come? |
A37242 | And good Complection rectifie the will? |
A37242 | And if her powers be dead, then what is she? |
A37242 | And that their braines grow sottish, dull, and cold, Which were in youth the onely spirits of note? |
A37242 | And why did God in man this Soule infuse, But that he should his maker know and love? |
A37242 | But how shall we this union well expresse? |
A37242 | But how till then shall she her selfe imploy? |
A37242 | But sith the Braine doth lodge these powers of Sense, How makes it in the heart those passions spring? |
A37242 | But why doe I the Soule and Sense divide? |
A37242 | Do you then think this moral vertue good? |
A37242 | For her true forme how can my Spark discerne? |
A37242 | For what is man without a moving mind, Which hath a judging wit, and choosing will? |
A37242 | For what, say they, doth not the Soule wax old? |
A37242 | For who did ever yet in honour, wealth, Or pleasure of the Sense contentment find? |
A37242 | How can a Mirror sundry faces show, If from all shapes and formes it be not clear? |
A37242 | How can there Idiots then by Nature be? |
A37242 | How comes it then, that aged men do dote? |
A37242 | How is it that some wits are interrupted, That now they dazled are, now clearly see? |
A37242 | How senslesse then and dead a Soule hath he, Which thinks his Soule doth with his body dye? |
A37242 | If by the Body, how can wit and will Joyne with the Body onely in this act? |
A37242 | If she doth then the subtill Sense excel, How grosse are they that drowne her in the blood? |
A37242 | Now if love be compel''d, and can not chuse, How can it gratefull, or thank- worthy prove? |
A37242 | O ignorant poor man, wha ● d ● st thou bear, Lock''t up within the Casket of thy breast? |
A37242 | O what is man( greater maker of mankind) That thou to him so great respect dost bear? |
A37242 | Oh how can that be false, which every tongue Of every mortal man, affirmes for true? |
A37242 | Or how could she the worlds great shape containe, And in our narrow breasts contained be? |
A37242 | Or in the bodies humours tempred well, As if in them such high perfection stood? |
A37242 | Or thinks not so, but so would have it be, That he might sin with more security? |
A37242 | Or what do those which get and can not keep? |
A37242 | See how mans Soule against it selfe doth strive, Why should we not have other means to know? |
A37242 | Since Nature fails us in no needfull thing, Why want I meanes mine in ward self to see? |
A37242 | Since when they do their other works fulfil, They from the Body do themselves abstract? |
A37242 | That thou adornst him with so bright a mind, Mak''st him a King, and even an Angels peer? |
A37242 | The Soule hath here on earth no more to do, Then we have businesse in our mothers womb: What child doth covet to returne thereto? |
A37242 | The more she lives, the more she feeds on truth, The more she feeds, her strength doth more increase; And what is strength, but an effect of youth? |
A37242 | Then should they spread incorruptible seed; What then becomes of that which they doe loose When th''acts of generation doe not speed? |
A37242 | Then what do those poor Soules which nothing get? |
A37242 | Were she a body, how could she remaine Within this Body, which is lesse then she? |
A37242 | What Jewels, and what riches hast thou there? |
A37242 | What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest? |
A37242 | What? |
A37242 | When Sense is but a powre, which she extends, Which being in diverse parts diversified, The diverse formes of objects apprehends? |
A37242 | When with the motions of both will and wit, She still aspireth to eternity, And never rests, till she attain to it? |
A37242 | Wherein are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands, And yet each thing a proper place doth find, And each thing in the true proportion stands? |
A37242 | Which dim by Nature, Art did never clear; When the great Wits, of whom all skill we learne, Are ignorant both what she is, and where? |
A37242 | Which if time nurse, how can it ever cease? |
A37242 | Who ● ver ● ea ● ● d to wish, when he had health, Or having wisdome, was not vext in mind? |
A37242 | Why doth not Beauty then refine the wit? |
A37242 | Why doth not Health bring wisdome still with it? |
A37242 | Why doth not Sicknesse make men brutish still? |
A37242 | are not Soules within themselves corrupted? |
A62987 | 1 P. Complaining Man, hast thou thy Christ deny''d? |
A62987 | A common Friend condoles his Friend in Woe, What therefore should a tender Lover do? |
A62987 | ANother Day is past — But can I say, That I have Liv''d, not lost another Day? |
A62987 | And do I Live another day to view? |
A62987 | And if before his Breath the Cedars yield, How shall such Shrubs as we maintain the Field? |
A62987 | And shall I quarrel with my Fate, when God Afflicts me but to guide me with his Rod The sacred Path which all the Blest have trod? |
A62987 | Are those I can not shun so few or slight, That fond of Ruin I would more invite? |
A62987 | Behold these Lineaments disguis''d with Woe, If thou again this alter''d Face canst know? |
A62987 | Can Death so dreadful as this Change appear? |
A62987 | Dismantled on the Current''s Verge he stood, Then smote, and cry''d, — Where''s now Elijah''s God? |
A62987 | Hark, I hear my Shepherd call away, And in a kind complaining Accent, say, Why does my Soul thus stray? |
A62987 | How can''st thou hope t''escape those foreign Harms, Who thus against thy self turn''st thy defensive Arms? |
A62987 | How long defile thy Temple, and usurp thy Right? |
A62987 | How long with Anger burn, and fiery Jealousy? |
A62987 | How must he grieve, thy empty Forms to see? |
A62987 | How place my Scepter e''er my Sword I Sheath?" |
A62987 | How shall my Soul its Motions guide, How shall I stem the various Tide, Whilst Faith and Doubt my lab''ring Thoughts divide? |
A62987 | How various( Lord) they Works are found? |
A62987 | How will it all thy hopes defeat, To see thy Sins increas''d by Prayers, Which only could their force abate? |
A62987 | How will it swell thy final Cares? |
A62987 | I hear and thank my kind Remembrancer, Flow, flow, my Tears, O when will you begin? |
A62987 | If no Delights are to be found above, What shall I seek on Earth, what shall I Love? |
A62987 | If now to Heav''n''s so difficult the Road, What must it be with Wealth''s incumbring Load? |
A62987 | If then such Pillars sink beneath his Hand, On what support can we, frail Rafters, stand? |
A62987 | If then''t is Glorious to pursue His great Example, what must be your Due, — Who Dy''d for him, before he Dy''d for you? |
A62987 | Methinks, I hear him Call too from the Tree, Ungrateful Wretch, were these Wounds made for Thee, Who both deny''dst me and betray''d me too? |
A62987 | NOW that the Sun hath veil''d his Light, And bid the World good Night; To the soft Bed my Body I dispose, But where shall my Soul repose? |
A62987 | No Vision from Above? |
A62987 | No; Who can have Eyes for such a Scene of Woe? |
A62987 | Nymphs of the Flood, how truly blest are you? |
A62987 | O Faithless Main, that with so calm a Brow Dost smile, — how rough and boist''rous wilt thou grow? |
A62987 | Or have you lavish''d all your Love away On my past Years — Reserv''d no Kindness for my latest Day? |
A62987 | Or shall Assyrian Troops the Siege renew,"And Rabsheka''s blaspheming Threats prove True? |
A62987 | SHall I complain? |
A62987 | Shall Israel''s Ten Apostate Tribes, their King"To Sion''s Tow''r, and worse —"Unhallow''d Idols to the Temple bring?" |
A62987 | TEll me some pitying Angel, quickly say Where does my Soul''s sweet Darling stray, In Tygers, or more cruel Herod''s Way? |
A62987 | That Realm how shall I orderly bequeath,"E''er Wars Alarms afford me time to breath?" |
A62987 | The Judge ascends his awful Throne; But when he makes all Secrets known, How will a Guilty Face be shown? |
A62987 | Then to whose Altar should I now repair, But Thine, who only canst redress my Care? |
A62987 | They shake their Heads,& with dejected Eye, The feeble Motion of my Pulse they try: But what''s the wise Result of all their Art? |
A62987 | This impetuous Air? |
A62987 | Thou God of Mercy and of Love How long wilt thou remove Thy dearest Attributes from Thee? |
A62987 | WHat''s Innocence? |
A62987 | WHat''s worldly Empire, Pomp& Pow''r? |
A62987 | Was it a waking Dream that did foretel Thy wondrous Birth? |
A62987 | Were then thy Oaths of Love, but flatt''ring Wind? |
A62987 | What Intercessor shall I take, To save my last important stake; When the most Just have cause to quake? |
A62987 | What Son of Hell and Darkness dare molest This awful Saint, scarce warm yet on my Breast? |
A62987 | What are the Breezes there, each flatt''ring Wind, But those dissembling Passions of my Mind? |
A62987 | What guilty Blushes wounded Conscience wears See how it starts lash''d with its secret Fears? |
A62987 | What happy Zeal thy Spirit did inspire, That''midst thy Tears could kindle so much fire? |
A62987 | What mean these Terrors? |
A62987 | When Justice shall her Sword unsheath, How will they Curse their second Breath, Who rise to a severer Death? |
A62987 | When in such Terms the Royal Saint had mourn''d, His Face, bedew''d with Tears, he meekly turn''d, Turn''d to the Wall: Why thither? |
A62987 | When the sad Mind its sober thoughts emploies, And finds it self born for Eternal Joys, How Earth''s unmanly, short Delights displease? |
A62987 | Where''s Gabriel now that visited my Cell? |
A62987 | Who knows if it were Musical, Or cou''d not judge of Sounds at all? |
A62987 | Who wou''d not choose to pass his brazen Gate, If such fierce Blessings must on Rapture wait? |
A62987 | Why did I not, when first my Mothers Womb Discharg''d me thence, drop down into my Tomb? |
A62987 | Why should I grieve for what I suffer here? |
A62987 | Why, fairest Object of my Love, Why dost Thou from my longing Eyes remove? |
A62987 | couldst thou know me sick to this degree, And yet so long defer to visit me? |
A62987 | or silently depart? |
A62987 | to whom Resign?" |
A62987 | what After- pangs will This create, When sober Thoughts the sinful Act debate? |
A62987 | what ails this Heart? |
A62987 | what can not warm Religion dare? |
A62987 | what could a private Master do?" |
A62987 | where have I been, Since first I wander''d in the maze of Sin? |
A74677 | And if these tokens do not prove Our fall draws on, unless we do amend? |
A74677 | And shal my Soul turn coward, ● ear and flie? |
A74677 | And shalt thou see? |
A74677 | And that my soul i''th end shall sure exult, Although the way seem somewhat difficult? |
A74677 | And therein dwel I in thee, thou in me? |
A74677 | And what so scornfully, scoff ● ing Cham so bold? |
A74677 | And what''s his price? |
A74677 | And, why shouldst thou a sp''rit invisible, Be pleas''d with things both gross and visible? |
A74677 | But Lord, it may be thou maist say to me, Alas, poor soul, wouldst thou my beauty see? |
A74677 | But here this one objection may accrew, How it may come to pass, a pearl should shew And represent this Man- God Christ our King? |
A74677 | But what am I, that me thou should''st believe? |
A74677 | But what sayes Rome to this? |
A74677 | Can height or depth, things present, things to come? |
A74677 | Can kingly favours, wealth or dignity? |
A74677 | Can worldly pleasures, pleasant unto some? |
A74677 | Could any valiant Ioshua, think you, chuse But enter combat with the proudest Foe? |
A74677 | For why? |
A74677 | For, in what Hath any Church a pow''r, if not in that VVhich is indifferent? |
A74677 | For, what ● s this world? |
A74677 | Give me( O Lord) a voice angelicall, With Heart unfeigned on thee thus to call: How long( O Lord) how long wilt thou delay? |
A74677 | How long, O Lord, how long wilt thou prolong, Thy wrath ● appeale and ease me, from among These d ● death- threatning dangers? |
A74677 | How many dreadfull Meteors, have there been In this our Climate, lately heard and seen? |
A74677 | How may the King and people take the same, I shall in the open streets defame So great a City? |
A74677 | How oft hast thou been my souls meditation? |
A74677 | How oft have I been ravisht with desire, That unto thee my soul might once aspire? |
A74677 | How oft have I been scorn''d and vili- pended Earths most unpleasant pleasures quickly ended? |
A74677 | How oft have I thee view''d with admiration? |
A74677 | How oft, the touch, Of famine have we had? |
A74677 | How often have we seen prodigious lights, O''respread the face of heav''n in moonless nights? |
A74677 | How shall I then Be hopeful of reclaiming other men? |
A74677 | How should my soul thy prayses due record? |
A74677 | I Se the Storm a comming, whether shall I Seek Covert in the Mountain, or the Valley? |
A74677 | If I shall, the Lord commanded me, Then, they perhaps will answer, What is he? |
A74677 | In seeking what their knowledg doth exceed? |
A74677 | In strains which man shall never apprehend? |
A74677 | In strange Chymera''s, and fantastick notions, That neither stir us up to good devotions, Nor mend our manners? |
A74677 | In what age, to fore did hear So many, who did Saints and Scars appear, Fall( as it were) from heav''n? |
A74677 | Is''t not most strong, invincible, durable? |
A74677 | Leave, leave your wanton toyes, and let alone Apollo sporting at his Helicon: Let Vulcan deale with Venus, what''s to thee? |
A74677 | Lord Jesus come, come quickly, do not stay; Make hast and tarry not, I thee intreat, And draw my soul from earth to heavenly seat, For why? |
A74677 | O when shal I come and appear in sight Of thee, the S ● n of righteousness most bright? |
A74677 | Of evill customes many are we see Insinuated, and so strict are we To keep them, that we sottishly deny To leave them, for what more would edifie? |
A74677 | Oh then, my soul, what pleasure infinite? |
A74677 | Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight? |
A74677 | Or unto what I tel, credit give? |
A74677 | Or who hath heard Of greater eathquakes, than hath lately scar''d These quarters of the world? |
A74677 | Or who should be The Judge what is indifferent, if not she? |
A74677 | Or, in what I pray VVil men the Church authority obey, If not in such like things? |
A74677 | Shal fear of death my Christian- courage quell, Since my sure ground than his, is much more firm, And death to me is but my sorrows term? |
A74677 | Shal not my soul controle that enemy? |
A74677 | Shal then his Pagan- courage mine excel? |
A74677 | Shall Merchants venture both lives and goods, For wealth& pelf through th''Oceans dangrous floods? |
A74677 | That day of gladness never to decay, That day of Jubile when all are glad, That day when all rejoyce, none can be sad? |
A74677 | Treasure( sa ● d I?) |
A74677 | VVhat impious athiest dares it untrue hold What fearfull, faultfull, or unfaithfull Cain, Doth dare this truth, deride, doubt or disdain? |
A74677 | VVhat less, I pray, Are they then mad who fool their wits away In wheeling arguments which have no end? |
A74677 | VVhen shall see thee in it, it in theee? |
A74677 | What excellent rare thing are said of thee? |
A74677 | What man is capable to comprehend, Even so great glory God wil then extend? |
A74677 | What wilt thou say of this beatitude? |
A74677 | When shal I leave this Wilderness of wo, Wherein my soul is tossed to and fro? |
A74677 | When shal my soul by thine all- saving hand, Be led with joy from forth this Des ● rt Land? |
A74677 | Who could with vile pusillanimity, So free a Conquest coward like deny? |
A74677 | Who knoweth not that but a while ago A great Eclipse did threat, if not foreshow Gods Judgements? |
A74677 | Who then( I say) what''s he would be so base, As not this proffer gladlie to imbrace? |
A74677 | Why shouldst thou pin thy thoughts on mortal things Who art immortal from the King of Kings? |
A74677 | Why then my soul, shouldst thou to the earth be thral, Which hast a heav''nly blest Original? |
A74677 | Wilt thou a Princes Son, a heavenly Prince, Let Satans gilded apples thee convince? |
A74677 | Wilt thou the Son of heav''ns all- sacred King, Offend thy father for so vile a thing? |
A74677 | Would any David his Goliah flie? |
A74677 | Would any Gideon such a fight refuse? |
A74677 | Yea, shal the ship boy gladly undergo All hazards which or Sea or shore can show? |
A74677 | Yea, what a most profound and pure abyss; Thus to behold the Lord of Lords, is this? |
A74677 | are these That people which was Master of the Seas, And grew so mighty? |
A74677 | how can it be?) |
A74677 | how long shall it be said to me, Wait, wait, expect, and thou the time shalt see? |
A74677 | must not then this City needs be stable? |
A74677 | tel me, if thou can? |
A74677 | when shal I see that day? |
A52174 | AH Father Abraham, Pity me, Who with tormenting Flames am Stung, For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung? |
A52174 | ARt thou forlorn of God, and com''st to me? |
A52174 | Am I a Child of Man and God? |
A52174 | Am I a Garden? |
A52174 | And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie, Betwixt the White and Black- Eternity? |
A52174 | And dost thou surely come? |
A52174 | And dost thou surely quickly come? |
A52174 | And dost thou ● ook on such a One? |
A52174 | And must we Drink his Blood? |
A52174 | And slug I here? |
A52174 | And something hear?" |
A52174 | Are not thine Eyes most pure? |
A52174 | But what was Ever? |
A52174 | Can our pure Light with Smoak& Darkness dwell? |
A52174 | Come then my dearest, dearest Lord, My sweetest, surest Friend; Come, for I loath these Kedar Tents, Thy Fiery Chariots send: What have I here? |
A52174 | Dost all my Love and Sufferings slight? |
A52174 | FAirest of Fairs, if thus it be, O whither is he gone? |
A52174 | Fool, ask not where th''Almighty is, All Glory to Him give; Is not his Power fully prov''d, In suffring Thee to Live? |
A52174 | For why? |
A52174 | God spake the word, Peace and be still, My Sins, those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight, Where now are all my fears? |
A52174 | God''s holy VVatchmen did Me find, Of whom I did enquire, Pray, can ye help my troubled Mind, VVhich doth a Christ desire? |
A52174 | HOW shall I Sing that Majesty Which Angels do admire? |
A52174 | Here in the dark and deep I grope, Who us''d to live above; Where is my Faith? |
A52174 | His Sins for Wages loudly Cry, Justice with dreadful sound Cries too, Cut down this fruitless Tree, VVhy cumbers it the Ground? |
A52174 | How am I Born, whilst sick of Love, In those blest Hands of his? |
A52174 | I hear a Joyful Sound, Surely I quickly come; Each word much sweetness doth distil, Like a full Honey- Comb: And dost thou come, my dearest Lord? |
A52174 | IF such an Envious Gulf there be, Yet, Father, lend an Ear to me: From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav''d; How else came Lazarus to be Sav''d? |
A52174 | IS not the Hand of God in this: Is not this End divine? |
A52174 | If one poor moment he be Left, He Sinks, and where is He? |
A52174 | Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before? |
A52174 | It was a waking Dream they would conclude,"A Juggle which our Senses did delude:"Or did we something see? |
A52174 | LOrd, What is Man, that Lump of Sin, Made up of Earth and Hell; Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell? |
A52174 | Let the Redeemed of the Lord, Their thankful Voices raise: Can we be Dumb, whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise? |
A52174 | Lord, I return''d at thy Command, VVhat wilt thou have me do? |
A52174 | My Bones and Senses, all must say, Lord, who is like to thee? |
A52174 | My Christ he is the Heaven of Heaven, My Christ what shall I call? |
A52174 | My Church, to Me the World is dross, And thou a Pearl of Price; And art thou Stray''d and as a Loss? |
A52174 | My Church, who art most New, most Fair, How Dear art thou and Sweet; In whom all Sweets compacted are, In whom all Graces meet? |
A52174 | My Coat is off, and how shall I Put on my Coat again? |
A52174 | My House is Fill''d and Feasted too; It is an House of Bread: How can I hear my Children Sing, And not Sing unto thee? |
A52174 | My Lord, whom should I fear but Thee, VVho am thy Creatures Fear? |
A52174 | My Voice, my Prayer, and my Complaint, That heard so willingly? |
A52174 | My heartless Dove, why dost thou faint, And hide thy self from me? |
A52174 | No Breasts on our small Sister grow, Nor is She yet Admir''d; What shall we for our Sister do, When she shall be desir''d? |
A52174 | O Daughter of the Mighty God, How comely are thy Feet? |
A52174 | O Fairest, let us know; VVherein does thine others out- shine, That thou dost Charge us so? |
A52174 | O God of Grace, who hast Restor''d Thine Image unto Me, Which by my Sins was quite defac''d, What shall I render Thee? |
A52174 | Pray tell me where and how? |
A52174 | Return, Return Apace That we may look with much delight Vpon thy Glorious Face: What in the Shulamite I pray, Do ye expect to see? |
A52174 | Seers, did ye my Saviour see? |
A52174 | Shall I, said I; forgoe my Christ, And so close up mine Eyes? |
A52174 | Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door? |
A52174 | Should I come o''re the Dusty Floor, My washed Feet to stain? |
A52174 | Should not I here thy Servant be, VVhose Creatures serve me here? |
A52174 | Since none can see thy Face and live, For me to die is best, Through Jordan''s streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan''s Rest? |
A52174 | So poor I am, so great thou art, The Lord, how can I Feast? |
A52174 | Tell me now from thy Breast, Where feeds the Flock? |
A52174 | The City- watch did light on me, Of whom I did enquire, In any Street, pray, Did ye see, The Man, whom I admire? |
A52174 | The World presents its glorious Shews, But what are those to me? |
A52174 | Thee, Lord, who still thy Church dost love, All Creatures must obey; And when for Thine thou dost arise, Their En''mies, where are they? |
A52174 | Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies, And shall I silent be? |
A52174 | Then, O North, Awake, and on it Breath; Thy quickning Breath will summon forth The Odours from Beneath: Am I a Garden? |
A52174 | Thousands of Thousands stand Around Thy Throne, O God, most High; Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy Praise; but who am I? |
A52174 | Thy carriage how discreet? |
A52174 | VVhat Morn looks forth? |
A52174 | VVhat Sun may yonder be? |
A52174 | VVhat''s your thick Clay? |
A52174 | VVhatever is not Hell it self, For me it is too good: But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ? |
A52174 | VVhere God doth dwell, sure Heav''n is there, And Singing there must be; Since, Lord, thy Presence makes my Heaven, VVhom should I sing but Thee? |
A52174 | VVho is, said they, this Lord of thine? |
A52174 | VVhy should not Patience make me sing, VVhen Hell would make me roar? |
A52174 | Vast Numbers from his Word at first did flow, And must his Word pass for a Cypher now? |
A52174 | WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me? |
A52174 | WHat shall I Render to my God, For all his Gifts to Me? |
A52174 | What Eye e''re pierc''d th''Almighties Sacred Breast? |
A52174 | What Jewel is this Dear of thine, O Fairest, let us know; Wherein does thine Others out- shine, That thou dost charge us so? |
A52174 | What Voices or what Visions would you have? |
A52174 | What are Thorns in th''Account of Men, Vnto the Lilly bright? |
A52174 | What are the Fairest Daughters, when My Love appears in sight? |
A52174 | What are the common Trees o''th''Wood Unto the Apple Tree? |
A52174 | What can I tell thee then but Misery? |
A52174 | What does the word[ Eternal] signifie? |
A52174 | What have I in this Barren Land? |
A52174 | What is a Spirit? |
A52174 | What is the Rich and Noblest Blood, My lovely Lord, to Thee? |
A52174 | What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises; Perfum''d with Myrrh and Frankincense, And all the Merchants Spices? |
A52174 | What then were all the Creatures Smiles, When the Creator frown''d? |
A52174 | What thing is there that I can wish, But Thee in Heav''n above? |
A52174 | What''s Infinity?" |
A52174 | When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone, When they are call''d and own''d for Thine, What shall be further done? |
A52174 | When shall our Souls mount up to Thee, Most Holy, Just, and True, To eat that Bread, and drink that Wine; VVhich is for ever New? |
A52174 | Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey,"The Price of which I cast my self away?" |
A52174 | Where is its Noon- Tyde Rest? |
A52174 | Where is my Hope? |
A52174 | Where is my wonted Love? |
A52174 | Where''s now my Pomp and Pride, my Feasts& Sports,"Whose Chains detain''d me from the Sacred Courts?" |
A52174 | Who would not fear thy Searching Eye, Witness to all that''s true? |
A52174 | Why should I stray, and lose my way, Till I at last do Fall Among thy Fellows Flocks, as they Themselves do proudly call? |
A52174 | Ye know not what''s within; Whom God doth love, how dare ye hate? |
A52174 | how it twinges and torments his Eyes? |
A52174 | what Moon is there? |
A52174 | where doth it move? |
A46242 | A comely visage will not let thee touch? |
A46242 | ARt angry Cain? |
A46242 | ARt thou turn''d Fencer Sathan? |
A46242 | Adorn''d his Temple with a richer Crowne? |
A46242 | Alas poore soule art puzzeld? |
A46242 | And can you blame me? |
A46242 | And can you blame them? |
A46242 | And deckes her selfe in spring attire, To make my ravisht soule admire? |
A46242 | And glut thy sight with beauty? |
A46242 | And makes Aurora blush to see her? |
A46242 | And never my Ambition checke, But still be pliant to my becke? |
A46242 | And paints her face and all day long Sits breathing out a Syrens song? |
A46242 | And shewes her pompe, and then in fine Tells me, that shee and hers are mine? |
A46242 | Are ye not made of Clay, as well as hee? |
A46242 | Because thou didst revive their dead mens age? |
A46242 | But come my soule, let me advise, What needst thou to implore The Saints for ayde? |
A46242 | But prethee speake, hast any cause to prate? |
A46242 | But what need''st thou lend a Crutch, Thou canst make me perfect whole? |
A46242 | But why''s the way so thorny? |
A46242 | COme Rise my heart, thy Master''s risen, Why slug''st thou in thy grave? |
A46242 | Can one looke daunt you all? |
A46242 | Can the Creation yeeld a parallel? |
A46242 | Challenge a Woman? |
A46242 | Didst not thou bring thy God a lovely prize And crowne his Altar with a sacrifice, Art not thou elder? |
A46242 | Do''st not thou often with those feathers vaile Thy face, with which the Ostridge hides her taile? |
A46242 | Doe not two neighbours often doe the same, Whilst that the Lawyers laugh to see the game? |
A46242 | Dost know thy beauty? |
A46242 | Dost thou not know he broke the prison? |
A46242 | Doth not the Silke worme and the Oxes hide Serve to maintaine thee in thy cheefest pride? |
A46242 | EVE for thy fruite thou gav''st too deare a price, What? |
A46242 | HArke; what harmonious Musicke fils mine eare? |
A46242 | Have ye not one Creator? |
A46242 | Hell sent forth Heraulds to divulge thy fame But man( Lord what''s he made of?) |
A46242 | How apt are we good God to trample in, Nay t''urge occasions for to act our sinne? |
A46242 | How apt are we, when outward things forsake us, To haste to God? |
A46242 | How is it Lord thou sowedst glorious seedes And loe a harvest all compact of weedes? |
A46242 | How is it then, that Man so little feares The plots of Sathan and those dev''lish snares? |
A46242 | Iordan... Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? |
A46242 | Iordan... Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? |
A46242 | Is Abels offring better tooke then thine? |
A46242 | Iust so when God inflicted on his Sonne His bittrest wrath, the anger being done O then how soone he doubled his renowne? |
A46242 | Lord can a Cripple go? |
A46242 | Lord speake? |
A46242 | MAdam looke off; why peep''st thou? |
A46242 | Must Adam too? |
A46242 | No thou mistak''st: say, dost thou t ● uely thirst, For him? |
A46242 | Or dost thou thinke a Sunne that shines so cleare, Will scorne to let a lesser Orbe come neere? |
A46242 | Or what though profit with her Charmes Grasping the world within her armes Vnlades her selfe? |
A46242 | Or why didst thou their fury thus inrage? |
A46242 | Or why dost thou expect that I should raise Thy glory with my voice? |
A46242 | Or why so loth into thy armes to goe? |
A46242 | Or with her gilded tales intice Me, to a seeming Paradise? |
A46242 | Peace Querkus peace, and hold thy tongue for shame Dost not perceive that thy conclusion''s lame? |
A46242 | Small molehils seeme as mountaines in our way, And every light affliction makes us stay: Why should we stop at petty strawes below? |
A46242 | Speake, speake thou giddy lambe, wer''t not thou spide At play but now? |
A46242 | T is servant to the soule: what limbe can stirre, Nay darst to quatch, if once shee make demurre? |
A46242 | Tell me yee Creatures, say, what fearefull sight Hath put you to this unexpected flight? |
A46242 | The world ca n''t give a glasse to represent Thy shape, and shall a durty element Bewitch thee? |
A46242 | Thou art chiefe Of all his workes: and shall the world turne theefe And steale away thy love? |
A46242 | Thou being pesterd with some dire disease, How can thy stately dwelling give thee ease? |
A46242 | Thou bruis''d her heele, what though? |
A46242 | Thou gavest them life, and spentst thy dearest breath For them, and now thou art repaid with death: What griefe was ere like thine? |
A46242 | Though nature paints her cheekes with red And makes proud Venus hide her head? |
A46242 | WHat drowsie weather''s this? |
A46242 | WHat meanes my God? |
A46242 | WHat though my Love doth neate appeare? |
A46242 | WHen God the floods from lands did undivide? |
A46242 | Was there but one forbid? |
A46242 | What art thou proud of then? |
A46242 | What is the cause thou madst their blindmen see? |
A46242 | What nought but grones? |
A46242 | What pleasant raptures? |
A46242 | What though her crimson lips so mute Doe alwayes wooe a new salute, What though her wan ● on eyes doe shine Like glistring starres and dazell mine? |
A46242 | What though shee shew her painted brates And bids me smell her Violates? |
A46242 | What though shee thus inlarge my store With every day a thousand more? |
A46242 | What though the earth for me prepares A present from her golden Quarres, And braggeth of her earely gaines, Exhausted from her silver vaines? |
A46242 | What though the world doth me invite And daily play the Parasite? |
A46242 | What though thy Table be compleatly spread With farre- fetcht dainties, and the purest bread That fruitfull earth can yeeld? |
A46242 | What though thy habitation should excell In beauty, and were Edens parallel? |
A46242 | What though with her sublime pretences Shee strives t''imprison all my senses? |
A46242 | What''s heav''n without a God? |
A46242 | What? |
A46242 | When leave I this halting pace? |
A46242 | When shall I most perfect be? |
A46242 | When worldly wealth appeares, and we can see Such outward blessings flow: then who but we? |
A46242 | Why dost thou call? |
A46242 | Why start ye then? |
A46242 | Why what''s the body when the soule''s away? |
A46242 | Why? |
A46242 | Wold not those sighs( which could not peirce their eares) Have turnd a rocke into a sea of teares? |
A46242 | Would not those wrongs thou bor''st without reliefe, Make every cave, to echo out thy griefe? |
A46242 | Wouldst have me come? |
A46242 | ah shall th''Almighties eares Be fild with sighes all vsherd in with teares? |
A46242 | all this may bee, If thou no stomacke hast, what''s all to thee? |
A46242 | and bids me see What paines shee takes, and all for me; And then invites me to her bower Filling my coffers every houre? |
A46242 | and must shee bee So base a wretch to taste of such a tree? |
A46242 | and what but voice this comely feature? |
A46242 | are ye not His elder Brothers, and the first begot? |
A46242 | can a blind man see? |
A46242 | can his face Stretch out your legs unto their swiftest pace? |
A46242 | canst not bring Thy God some honour though thou strive to sing? |
A46242 | did not thy offring too Come from thy God? |
A46242 | dost thou not excell? |
A46242 | for an Apple give a Paradise? |
A46242 | how apt''s our God to take us? |
A46242 | is it man that frights you? |
A46242 | is it not strange to see One weake- one make ten thousand strong ones flee? |
A46242 | is''t I? |
A46242 | me thinks''t is fit Thou should''st be humble for the wearing it: Tell me proud Madam; thou that art so nise, How were thy parents clad in Paradise? |
A46242 | or dost thou owe Homage to earth? |
A46242 | or what''s the skye If once bright Phoebus close his radiant eye? |
A46242 | prethee say? |
A46242 | say, is thy blisse below? |
A46242 | thinke, is not thy birth most high? |
A46242 | thoughts aspire To thinke on thee my Christ: my zeales on fire, What shall I doe my love? |
A46242 | wast thou made of Clay? |
A46242 | what doe thy thoughts repine? |
A46242 | what more could Abell doe? |
A46242 | what neede this bee? |
A46242 | what''s the matter, that ye haste away, Ye that ere while, were sporting all the day? |
A46242 | why dost present to me Such glorious objects? |
A46242 | why dost thou becken so? |
A46242 | why so slow? |
A46242 | why then dost skip aside? |
A46242 | would not thy mone Quickly dissolve an adamantine stone? |
A46242 | would''st behold A visage that will make thy Venus cold? |
A46242 | would''st thou faine espye, A glorious object for thy wandring eye? |
A34930 | & byems? |
A34930 | ''Cause thou streight must lay thy Head In the Dust? |
A34930 | ''t is a much chang''d plant, which yet Thy selfe did''st set,''T is chang''d indeed, did Autumn e''re such beauties bring To shame his Spring? |
A34930 | ( thus bellow''d hee) oh mee ● what great, Portents before mine eyes their Powers advance? |
A34930 | 1 MVse, now the servant of soft Loves no more, Hate is thy Theame, and Herod, whose unblest Hand( ô what dares not jealous Greatnesse?) |
A34930 | 18 Does thy song lull the Ayre? |
A34930 | 19 Does the Night arise? |
A34930 | 22 Whither away so fast? |
A34930 | 6 Faire Drop, why quak''st thou so? |
A34930 | A Drop, one drop, how sweetly one faire drop Would tremble on my pearle- tipt fingers top? |
A34930 | A happy soule that all the way, To heaven, hath a summers day? |
A34930 | A man whose sober soule can tell, How to weare her garments well? |
A34930 | A man whose tuned humours bee, A set of rarest harmony? |
A34930 | A soule shearhed in a christall shrine, Through which all her bright features shine? |
A34930 | A soule whose intelectuall beames No mistes doe maske no lazy steames? |
A34930 | A well cloathed soule that''s not opprest, Nor choakt with what shee should bee drest? |
A34930 | Ah my Heart, is that the way? |
A34930 | And rising with rich spoiles upon his Brest, With his faire Triumphs fill all ● uture stories? |
A34930 | And serves my purer sight, onely to beat Downe my proud Thought, and leave it in a Trance? |
A34930 | And the gay starrs lead on their Golden dance? |
A34930 | And thou( Heaven- burthen''d Beast) hast ne''re a word To praise thy Lord? |
A34930 | And yet whose force feare I? |
A34930 | Are Husks so deare? |
A34930 | Are these the Beames that rule thy Day? |
A34930 | Are they Mouthes? |
A34930 | Are they not ods? |
A34930 | Art thou not Lucifer? |
A34930 | Aut qua tam posset candidus ire toga? |
A34930 | But stay, what glimpse was that? |
A34930 | But these vast Mysteries his senses smother, And Reason( for what''s Faith to him?) |
A34930 | But while I speake, whither are run All the Rivers nam''d before? |
A34930 | COuld not once blinding me, cruell, suff ● ce? |
A34930 | Can his attempts above st ● ll prosp''rous be, Auspicious still, in sp ● ght of Hell and me? |
A34930 | Come thy Creator too, what though it cost Mee yet a second fall? |
A34930 | DEath, what dost? |
A34930 | Does night loose her eyes? |
A34930 | Does thy sweet breath''d Prayer Vp in clouds of Incense climbe? |
A34930 | Dost laugh? |
A34930 | Ergò vel invitis nivibus, frendentibus Austris, Nostra novis poterunt regna tumere rosis? |
A34930 | FAithlesse and fond Mortality, Who will ever credit thee? |
A34930 | For us and our eternall good As they are wo nt; what though? |
A34930 | Frowne I; and can great Nature keep her seat? |
A34930 | HAth onely Anger an Omnipotence In Eloquence? |
A34930 | HOw Life and Death in Thee Agree? |
A34930 | Hee has my Heaven( what would he more?) |
A34930 | Her garments that upon her sit, As garments should doe close and fit? |
A34930 | His Trumpets? |
A34930 | Hoc populi bona murmura vol ● unt; Publicus hoc( audin''?) |
A34930 | How hath one blacke Eclipse cancell''d, and crost The glories that did guild thee in thy Rise? |
A34930 | In summe, wouldst see a man that can Live to bee old and still a man? |
A34930 | Is hee not satisfied? |
A34930 | Is not the soile a kind one( thinke ye) that returnes Roses for Thornes? |
A34930 | It is better to go into Heaven with one eye,& c. ONe Eye? |
A34930 | It shall not be, said I, and clombe the North, Where never wing of Angell yet made way What though I m ● st my blow? |
A34930 | KNow''st thou this Souldier? |
A34930 | Mars his sword? |
A34930 | Mars thou hast beaten naked, and ô then What need''st thou put on armes against poore men? |
A34930 | Mocke me, and dazle my darke Mysteries? |
A34930 | Must the bright armes of Heav''n, rebuke these eyes? |
A34930 | Nam quae non poteris per arma ferri, Cui matris sinus atque utrumque sidus Magnorum patet officina Amorum? |
A34930 | Nam quid Ave nostrum? |
A34930 | Namquae alia indueret tam dulcia nomina mensis? |
A34930 | Nix? |
A34930 | Nos deceat nimiis tantum permittere nimbis? |
A34930 | Nónne vides quali se palmite regia vitis Prodit,& in sacris quae sedet uvajugis? |
A34930 | O how oft shalt thou complaine Of a sweet and subtile paine? |
A34930 | O if Love shall live, ô where But in her Eye, or in her Eare, In her Brest, or in her Breath, Shall I hide poore Love from Death? |
A34930 | O whither? |
A34930 | Of intollerable joyes? |
A34930 | Or if Love shall dye, ô where, But in her Eye, or in her Eare, In her Breath, or in her Breast, Shall I Build his funerall Nest? |
A34930 | Put poore Nature to such cost? |
A34930 | Quas hyemis pingit purpura tanta genas? |
A34930 | Quid mihi cum nivibus? |
A34930 | Quid tu nescio quos narras mihi, stulte, Decembres? |
A34930 | Reply''d the proud King, O my Crownes Defence? |
A34930 | SEe here an easie Feast that knowes no wound, That under Hungers Teeth will needs be sound: A subtle Harvest of unbounded bread, What would ye more? |
A34930 | SEene? |
A34930 | SErta, puer:( quis nunc flores non praebeat hortus?) |
A34930 | See''st thou that Mary there? |
A34930 | Shee''s call''d againe, and will shee goe; When heaven bids come, who can say no? |
A34930 | Siccine nostra tuus tempora ludus erunt? |
A34930 | Siccine sub medi ● poterunt tua surgere brum ●, Atque suas solùm lilia nosse nives? |
A34930 | Siccine tu cum vere tuo nihil horrida brumae Sydera, nil madidos sola morare notos? |
A34930 | Sing? |
A34930 | Sweet Mary thy faire Eyes expence? |
A34930 | TEll me bright Boy, tell me my golden Lad, Whither away so frolick? |
A34930 | TO thee these first fruits of my growing death( For what else is my life?) |
A34930 | TWo went to pray? |
A34930 | Tam laetis quae bruma solet ridere racemis? |
A34930 | Tempora tam tetricas ferre Britanna vices? |
A34930 | That could the Fates know to relent? |
A34930 | The faire starre is well fixt, for where, ô where Could she have fixt it on a fairer Spheare? |
A34930 | The fairest, and the first- borne smile of Heav''n? |
A34930 | The nimblest of the lightning- winged Loves? |
A34930 | Therefore onely give to day, To morrow to be snatcht away? |
A34930 | Tu Phoebi faciem tentas, vanissime? |
A34930 | Tune illas violare genas? |
A34930 | WHat bright soft thing is this? |
A34930 | WHat succour can I hope the Muse will send Whose drowsinesse hath wrong''d the Muses friend? |
A34930 | WHat? |
A34930 | WHere art thou Sol, while thus the blind- fold Day Staggers out of the East, looses her way Stumbling on Night? |
A34930 | WOuld any one the true cause find How Love came nak''t, a Boy, and blind? |
A34930 | Wa''st thy full victories fairer increase, That th''one spake, or that th''other held his peace? |
A34930 | Warme thoughts free spirits, flattering Winters selfe into a spring? |
A34930 | Was ever froward wind That could be so unkind, Or wave so proud? |
A34930 | What a reckoning hast thou made, Of the hopes in him we laid? |
A34930 | What all thy Wealth in counsaile? |
A34930 | What armour does he weare? |
A34930 | What hath our world that can entice You to be borne? |
A34930 | What his steeds? |
A34930 | What hope Aurora to propitiate thee, Vnlesse the Muse sing my Apology? |
A34930 | What is Loves Sacrifice, but the broken Heart? |
A34930 | What need they helpe to drowne thine heart, That strives in Torrents of its owne? |
A34930 | What need thy faire head beare a part In Teares? |
A34930 | What? |
A34930 | Where art thou man? |
A34930 | Whither hast ye then? |
A34930 | Who''s this that comes circled in rayes, that scorne Acquaintance with the Sunne? |
A34930 | Why are yee afraid, O yee of little faith? |
A34930 | Why art thou troubled Herod? |
A34930 | Why did I spend my life, and spill my Blood, That thy firme hand for ever might sustaine A well- pois''d Scepter? |
A34930 | Why dost Thou wound my wounds, ô Thou that passest by Handling& turning them with an unwounded eye? |
A34930 | Why dost thou let thy brave soule lye supprest, In Death- like slumbers; while thy dangers crave A waking eye and hand? |
A34930 | Why else had Baalams Asse a tongue to chide His Masters pride? |
A34930 | Within the lips of Love and Ioy doth dwell No miracle? |
A34930 | Would''st thou see a man whose well warmed blood, Bathes him in a genuine flood? |
A34930 | Wouldst see a man all, his owne wealth, His owne Physick, his owne health? |
A34930 | Wouldst see a nest of Roses grow In a bed of reverend snow? |
A34930 | Wouldst see blith lookes, fresh cheeks beguile Age, wouldst see December smile? |
A34930 | all thy state? |
A34930 | and glorious? |
A34930 | and yet hated thee? |
A34930 | as if thine eyes had none? |
A34930 | does it now seeme good Thy Brothers blood be- spilt like spent in vaine? |
A34930 | faire Cytherea say, Why art thou arm''d so desperately to day? |
A34930 | foolish Phaeton? |
A34930 | have I so lost My selfe? |
A34930 | hee to whom the droves Of stars, that guild the Morne in charge were given? |
A34930 | how did''st thou rise Twice di''d in thine owne blushes, and did''st run To draw the Curtaines, and awake the Sun? |
A34930 | how hath one bold sinne cost Thee all the Beauties of thy once bright Eyes? |
A34930 | how lost Art thou unto thy selfe, thou too selfe- wise Narcissus? |
A34930 | is''t some Deity Stept from her Throne of starres deignes to be seene ● Is it some Deity? |
A34930 | meanes he to wrest Hell from me too, and sack my Territories? |
A34930 | morabere menses? |
A34930 | my strength too with my innocence? |
A34930 | now can''st thou sleep? |
A34930 | o say Why yee trip so fast away? |
A34930 | or a sin so cheape, That thou need''st heape ● Rape upon''t? |
A34930 | or are they eyes? |
A34930 | or is''t our Queene? |
A34930 | play? |
A34930 | quid enim, puer alme, moraris? |
A34930 | quid nostri verba triumphi? |
A34930 | saies Venus, thus provok''st thou mee, That being nak''t, thou know''st could conquer thee? |
A34930 | sleep''st thou? |
A34930 | tender cryes, his men to dare So much? |
A34930 | thinke we to no other end, Gracious Heavens do use to send Earth her best perfection, But to vanish and be gone? |
A34930 | thou sweet Dawne of a glorious day, Center of those thy Grandsires, shall I say Henry and Iames, or Mars and Phoebus rather? |
A34930 | to whom( ah) shall we sing or play, If not Ierusalem to thee? |
A34930 | tune illa profanis, Morbe ferox, tantas ire per or a notis? |
A34930 | what bootes thee to cast back thy eyes, Where dawning hope no beame of comfort showes? |
A34930 | what cowardly mistake Of thy great selfe, hath stolne King Herod from thee? |
A34930 | what second Morne At mid- day opes a presence which Heavens eye Stands off and points at? |
A34930 | what vaine feare Thy blood- revolving Brest to rage doth move? |
A34930 | when I Lay folded up in sleepes captivity; How at the sight did''st Thou draw back thine Eyes, Into thy modest veyle? |
A34930 | who so hard an husbandman could ever find A soyle so kind? |
A34930 | why blusht the day ▪ Why ran the started aire trembling away? |
A34930 | why should he wish to prey Vpon thy Crowne, who gives his owne away? |
A34930 | why so glad? |
A34930 | with his divinest Glories? |
A34930 | ● S murther no sin? |
A56850 | ( strife? |
A56850 | ARe all hopes fled? |
A56850 | Accursed Caitiffe, dost thou think to scape The fury of my hand, or make a rape Upon my goodness? |
A56850 | Ah me, can nothing cure me, is my grief So much insanable, that no relief Can flow from Gilead? |
A56850 | Ah, could th''advice Of Satan tempt thee to this avarice With so much ease, and make thee rashly do So foul a deed, and tempt thy Adam too? |
A56850 | Ah, could thy longing lie no longer hid? |
A56850 | Ah, shall thy God implore, And beg of beggars to receive his store? |
A56850 | Ah, what obvious flint Hath turn''d Affections edge? |
A56850 | Ah, where wilt thou keep( Thus tumbled from a Precipice so steep) The sad unpeopl''d rendezvouz? |
A56850 | Ah, whither wouldst thou fly To feed thy famish''d Soul, should Heav''n deny? |
A56850 | Ah, why fond wretch, why dost thou thus provide Thy feeble self to strive against the tyde? |
A56850 | Ah, why hast thou run Beyond thy bounds? |
A56850 | Ah, why wilt thou procure Thine own destructions? |
A56850 | Ambiguous Soul, why dost thou thus connive At thine own follies? |
A56850 | And ah, wilt thou not raise Thy stupid Soul an inch to give him praise? |
A56850 | And can not Man be good? |
A56850 | And can the spring of thy affections find So soon an Autumn? |
A56850 | And is it so? |
A56850 | And is it thus, that Heav''n will not regard My cryes? |
A56850 | And wilt thou not( copy wretch) drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him, that drank a cup To sweeten thine? |
A56850 | Art thou resolv''d to cross My real motions? |
A56850 | Art thou resolv''d to make( what dost thou mean) My ears thy stage, and every word a scean? |
A56850 | Art thou resolv''d to sport With thy destruction, and not yield the Fort? |
A56850 | Art thou resolv''d? |
A56850 | Audacious wretch, What, has my Judgment made Thy heart grow peremptory? |
A56850 | Bless me, ô heav''n: what blust''ring stormy weather Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither? |
A56850 | But stay, where runs my quill? |
A56850 | Can a woe Be more exub''rous? |
A56850 | Can not Gods Command Force thee to bow? |
A56850 | Canst thou be unkind With so much ease? |
A56850 | Canst thou ruminate Upon his Love, and yet wilt not dilate Thy Soul unto him? |
A56850 | Consider man, how often hath this Mirror Of pure affection woo''d thee from thine error? |
A56850 | Couldst thou expect that Heav''n would entertain A thing so poor? |
A56850 | Did I not answer such as would destroy? |
A56850 | Did I not answer that I could not love? |
A56850 | Did I not answer that I was content? |
A56850 | Did I not answer that they were unblest? |
A56850 | Did I not answer''t was in shedding blood? |
A56850 | Did I not promise I would give thee all? |
A56850 | Did I not promise that I''de make thee wise? |
A56850 | Did I not promise thee a Crown of life? |
A56850 | Did I not promise thee eternal glory? |
A56850 | Did I not promise to advance thy fame? |
A56850 | Did I not promise to be true and just? |
A56850 | Did I not promise to encrease thy store? |
A56850 | Did I not promise to uphold thy peace? |
A56850 | Did I not say such promises were small? |
A56850 | Did I not say such wars would never cease? |
A56850 | Did I not say that promise was a story? |
A56850 | Did I not say thou wert compos''d of lies? |
A56850 | Did I not say thy honors were thy shame? |
A56850 | Did I not say, I''de neither try nor trust? |
A56850 | Did I not tel thee that thou shouldst have joy? |
A56850 | Did I not tell thee that I did lament? |
A56850 | Did I not tell thee that my ways were best? |
A56850 | Did I not tell thee what a friend I''d prove? |
A56850 | Did it not add to Pilates sin, who cry''d, I find no fault, and yet our Saviour dy''d? |
A56850 | Did you not tell me, that your peaceful Seat Was rich, sublime,( and without measure) great? |
A56850 | Does he, whom Heav''n and Earth can not contain, No nor the Heav''n of Heav''ns, stoop down to gain Thy dull respects? |
A56850 | Dot''st thou on Earth? |
A56850 | For what? |
A56850 | Hard hearted Man, why wilt thou not relent To hear thy Brother, almost hunger- spent, Craving thy succour? |
A56850 | Hast thou abandon''d Love? |
A56850 | Hast thou transform''d thy heart into a rock That will not move? |
A56850 | Hast thou vow''d To stop thy ears? |
A56850 | Hast thou vow''d to stand In opposition? |
A56850 | Have I laid Too small a burthen on thee? |
A56850 | Have I not always taken great delight? |
A56850 | Have I not been assiduous to await Upon thy pleasure? |
A56850 | Have I not labour''d like a watchful father To nourish thee? |
A56850 | Have I not proffer''d all that can be given To a sick Soul? |
A56850 | Having eat thy death, Couldst thou expect to live? |
A56850 | Heav''n had but one,& thou hadst many Wherewith to please thine appetite; and yet Wouldst thou prove so ambitious, as to sit Upon the highest twigg? |
A56850 | How canst thou forbear To numerate his love without a tear? |
A56850 | How dare thy hellish lips usurp a word Fill''d with divinity, but will afford No rest, no comfort, to thy horrid Soul? |
A56850 | How full of poyson''s every word that flows Out of thy mouth? |
A56850 | How much nocturnal and diurnal care Have I sustain''d for thee? |
A56850 | How to determine both of good and ill? |
A56850 | How? |
A56850 | I reel, I reel( if not sustain''d) I shall Receive a sudden and a deadly fall; What shall I do in this deplor''d condition? |
A56850 | If I should dive into the deep abyss Of thy black thoughts, what glory, or what bliss Should I discern? |
A56850 | If my belief could keep an equal pace With my swift tongue, how ful of Faith& Grace Should I appear? |
A56850 | Is not my seat The throne of happiness? |
A56850 | Is there no warbling voice Can charm his ears, and woo him to rejoice In being pitiful? |
A56850 | Is this the little All That this great World can boast of? |
A56850 | Is thy brazen heart Impenetrable? |
A56850 | Is thy mind disturb''d With foul mistrust? |
A56850 | Lord, let thy fury cease to burn, Or else my Soul must cease to be; Can praises issue from the Urn? |
A56850 | Lord, our fore- fathers found redress In all their frights, in all their fears; Wilt thou be dumb to my distress, And not my God, as well as theirs? |
A56850 | Lord, we are Captives, and we bow To Satans burthen every hour, We sow in tears, oh when wilt thou With joy requite the weary sower? |
A56850 | Man( like the wind) is every moment flying To every place, and hares to be complying Or resting any where; how can it be? |
A56850 | Man[ Map of Misery] who can prevail In thy requests? |
A56850 | Move me to anger, do, and thou shalt find A courteous friend at last may prove unkind: Have I not woo''d thee almost night and day To goe to Heaven? |
A56850 | Must I be always waiting on the train Of your desires, and spend my time in vain? |
A56850 | Must man still wander in the shades of grief? |
A56850 | Must th''Almighty''s love be said To dwell in Man, whose tongue can not deliver The least of thanks unto so great a Giver? |
A56850 | Must we call These things our pleasures? |
A56850 | Must wretched Man, The spawn of baseness, and the unmeasur''d span Of everlasting infancy, be made Loves object? |
A56850 | Nefandous Creature, how canst thou endure Thy wretched self? |
A56850 | Nor try, nor trust? |
A56850 | Oh where Wilt thou procure a hand that will unsnare Th''intangled Soul? |
A56850 | Oh, whither shall I run To hide my self, until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy? |
A56850 | Oh, whither shall I stray? |
A56850 | On what inclining ear Wilt thou expend thy groans? |
A56850 | Or dost thou think to reign Within my brest? |
A56850 | Or what more great? |
A56850 | Or who can cut off th''entail Of thy distress? |
A56850 | Poor man, in what a wilderness of sorrow Dost thou now ramble in: where wilt thou borrow A minutes rest? |
A56850 | Preposterous wretch, how hast thou spread a cloud Over thy head? |
A56850 | Sad Pilgrim of the world, where wilt thou find( In the unpathed earth) a place so kind To entertain thee? |
A56850 | Sat Did I not tell thee I was great and good? |
A56850 | Say, whither art thou going? |
A56850 | Shall Heav''n indulge Himself to Man? |
A56850 | Shall frost and snow give praise to thee, And shall my Soul not bear a part? |
A56850 | Shall he be a slave To his own slaves? |
A56850 | Shall his bounty crave Thy base acceptance? |
A56850 | Shall mercy call aloud, And thou not hear? |
A56850 | Shall mercy call and knock, And thou not hear? |
A56850 | Shall thund''ring Judgments rattle About thy ears, and yet wilt thou imbattle Against the Lord of Hosts? |
A56850 | Tell me, how dar''st thou interrupt my brest? |
A56850 | Tell me, thou trembling wretch, how dost thou know That thou art naked? |
A56850 | That Heav''n can love so much inconstancy? |
A56850 | Thou bold- fac''d Orator, how dar''st thou come Before me, or be otherwise than dumb? |
A56850 | Thy fervent Prayers he always will admit, Then how canst thou remember to forget A God so mindful? |
A56850 | Thy friend,( soul- saving word) what higher bliss Can crown a heart, than such a friend as this? |
A56850 | Touch- stone of baseness, dost thou come to prove Whether I''m gold, or dross? |
A56850 | Unconstant wife, To prove a Traitor to thy Husbands life As soon as made: Fond wretch could nothing suit With thy nice palate, but forbidden fruit? |
A56850 | Vain lump of vanity, what can this Earth Afford thy thoughts more than a short- liv''d mirth? |
A56850 | Vain, simple wretch; ah, how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judge so great, so grave? |
A56850 | Was it for this( this little world) he form''d A world so great? |
A56850 | Was there no tree that could content thy eye, But only that which was forbidden? |
A56850 | Was''t for this he laid Such rich Foundations? |
A56850 | Was''t for this his Power Deckt this well- pleasing odoriferous Bower? |
A56850 | What I express is onely for your good, But what is more than grave advice withstood? |
A56850 | What arm can save? |
A56850 | What canst thou do, Oh man, that may ingratiate or renew Thy former love? |
A56850 | What dost thou think, my arm is grown so short It can not reach thee? |
A56850 | What fear I, fearing thee? |
A56850 | What help can I expect from thee, That merit vengeance every hour? |
A56850 | What higher note of love was ever strain''d To any ear? |
A56850 | What impious tongue is that which dares defie My power with so much boldnes? |
A56850 | What is there, Lord, what is in me To hope for safety from thy power? |
A56850 | What shall I do, or whither shall I go, To hide me from this Labyrinth of woe? |
A56850 | What shall I do? |
A56850 | What strange contusions hath thy language bred Within my serious thoughts? |
A56850 | What thanks can ashes give to thee? |
A56850 | What tongue can tell? |
A56850 | What voice is this, that makes this bold intrusion Into my ears and grumbles out confusion? |
A56850 | What, dost thou think Hell''s void of flames, or that thy God will wink At thine enormities? |
A56850 | What, must I stay( vile wretch) till you dispute And prove the goodness of my pleasing fruit? |
A56850 | What, shall we be afraid to crack and break The chains of silence, and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels? |
A56850 | What? |
A56850 | What? |
A56850 | What? |
A56850 | What? |
A56850 | When man, poor man''s forsook by thee? |
A56850 | Where breathes that Mortal that can comprehend The ways& thoughts of God, who knows the end Of his beginning? |
A56850 | Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul, and audiate my cries? |
A56850 | Where''s that? |
A56850 | Where''s thy love become? |
A56850 | Which like a spark blown from a new- made fire, Can onely shew it self, and then expire, Was it for this the All- Creator made Such large provision? |
A56850 | Whither shall I fly T''involve my Soul with true security? |
A56850 | Why art thou thus inquisitive? |
A56850 | Why dost thou bid me go? |
A56850 | Why dost thou deprive Thy self of comfort, comforts that will heal Th''exulcerous sores of thy distemper''d weal? |
A56850 | Wil nothing move thee? |
A56850 | Will he that hearkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick, turn away to hear Confounding discords? |
A56850 | Will he that is betray''d Affect the Trayor, and with patience sue For reconcilement, when as death is due? |
A56850 | Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter? |
A56850 | Will not the eye of Heav''n be pleas''d to shine Upon his Soul, but leave him in the brine Of his own Sins? |
A56850 | Will nothing move The much incensed Soul of Heav''n to love? |
A56850 | Will the Sun- gazing Eagle, that soars high, Descend t''assist the web- infolded Fly? |
A56850 | Wouldst thou prevent affliction? |
A56850 | Yet can not I Invite thee to my sweet eternity? |
A56850 | Yield to thy Maker with a cheerful brow? |
A56850 | and can your real brest( As you so call''t) be so soon dispossest Of Love and Patience? |
A56850 | and is there no relief? |
A56850 | and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him, whose tongue affords Nothing, but grief, involv''d with bitter words? |
A56850 | and shall not Man divulge A gratefulness to him, whose hand prepares To wipe away his sin- poluted cares? |
A56850 | and shall not we Applaud that hand which set such pris''ners free? |
A56850 | and what Not fearing thee, Lord, fear I not? |
A56850 | and what are they? |
A56850 | be''t known, sad wretch, I scorn To love a thing so base, so vile, forlorn; And if I can not love, how can it be, That I can pity such a worm as thee? |
A56850 | because her Syrens song Can ravish thee? |
A56850 | because her arms Can pleasingly imbrace thee, and impost Thy heart with gold, and lull thee, when th''ast lost Thy self in sleep? |
A56850 | because her charms Can court thee with delight? |
A56850 | because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye? |
A56850 | because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury? |
A56850 | because her treasure Can cram thy bags? |
A56850 | didst thou long, because thou wert forbid? |
A56850 | didst thou think to shrowd Thy self from vengeance? |
A56850 | do my sins obstruct Those tydes of grace which usually conduct Refreshments to me? |
A56850 | dost thou think to sport With my commands? |
A56850 | has he wept himself into a stone, Like Niobie? |
A56850 | has thy lips usurp''d the fruit which I Conjur''d thee not to touch? |
A56850 | hast thou arm''d thy heart With senseless marble, that no flaming dart Of love can enter? |
A56850 | how can it be A God, a worm, and yet a Sympathie? |
A56850 | how canst thou prove that title? |
A56850 | it may be quickly seen What a large disproportion is between Thy God, and thee: Consider, he is all, And thou art nothing; what can be more small? |
A56850 | or else am I tost Into the Air of pleasure by the wind Of true delight? |
A56850 | or whether shall I flee, That am an alien( Lord) except to thee? |
A56850 | or will any woo A perjur''d enemy to come and go Into his Courts? |
A56850 | pray let those thoughts be curb''d; What, dost thou think I am perfidious? |
A56850 | say, who told thee so? |
A56850 | shall all creatures be Obedient to their owners, only thee? |
A56850 | so vain? |
A56850 | so vile? |
A56850 | so weak? |
A56850 | thy mercy and thy might What heart conceives? |
A56850 | was it for this he warm''d The Earths chill bosom? |
A56850 | was the like e''re known Or fpoke by any mouth, except his own? |
A56850 | was''t for this he spent His six days Labor? |
A56850 | was''t for this intent He made a Paradise? |
A56850 | what canst thou hear But dialects of misery to vex( hear Thy bankrupt thoughts? |
A56850 | what greater woe can crowd Into a brest than to be disavow''d By Gods high voice, whose most enraged breath Darts forth the Arrows of eternal death? |
A56850 | what mountain now will hide My loathed body from the swelling tyde Of raging Vengeance? |
A56850 | what profit can accrue To me by wronging such a Soul as you? |
A56850 | what strength can stand? |
A56850 | what trust can I repose In such a flatterrer? |
A56850 | what''s this that thou hast done? |
A56850 | what, art thou bent To shoot at him, that labours to prevent The Arrows of thy ruine, which will fly Into thy brest, except he puts them by? |
A56850 | what, have I lost My self in raptures? |
A56850 | what? |
A56850 | where wilt thou find An Antidote for an invenom''d mind? |
A56850 | why art thou lull''d asleep In follies Lap? |
A56850 | why didst thou not Tremble to death, to think thou hadst forgot Thy Gods Commands,& that his Judgments must Follow thy Soul, and blow thee into dust? |
A56850 | will any hand forbear To strike at him that labors to impair His worth, and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds? |
A56850 | will no perswasions work Upon thy thoughts? |
A56850 | wilt thou imprint Thy Soul with baseness? |
A56850 | wilt thou invoke Perpetual vengeance to entail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart? |
A56850 | would it not be undiscreetly done, To sit in darkness to avoid the Sun? |
A56850 | wu''dst thou have him dumb Or dost thou think, because thy panch is fill''d, He can not hunger? |
A19907 | & who hath shame deseru''d Seeke for immortall glory? |
A19907 | ( as nought so foule as this) how then can we be light with so much Lead? |
A19907 | A wounded Conscience, who can beare? |
A19907 | Ah what am I, but slime, durt, dounge and dust, Graue- monste ● s food, Wormes pittance( most impure) Sprong frō the earth& vnto earth that must? |
A19907 | Am I escapt from out thy mercies Hands? |
A19907 | Am I not durt and dust? |
A19907 | Am I resolu''d to sinne presumptuously, and, that of purpose to despight thee too? |
A19907 | And for the same dost thou thy selfe afford? |
A19907 | And if dead Bones, conceiued in Sinne, haue might To giue life to a sinfull Bodie, dead; What shall that doe conceiued by thy Spirit? |
A19907 | And is this all thy gaine( ô kindest Lord?) |
A19907 | And make me one with you, as one you are? |
A19907 | And seeke t''inflame my loue with thy Loues heat? |
A19907 | And shall he not( so, faile vs in our trust) Restore man to himselfe, when he is dust? |
A19907 | And shall we doe and thinke all this, and more, but for a shade of Beautie; and endure Nothing for Beauties Substance? |
A19907 | And wer''t not madnesse to repine, that I had not had life when Eue did Adam wiue? |
A19907 | And what art thou to me but peace and rest, Saluation, Ioy, and whatsoe''er is good? |
A19907 | And who thy Pow''r, at any time surpris''d? |
A19907 | And why shoudlest thou the Resurrection doubt, When Clouds of Proofes so compasse it about? |
A19907 | And, being Grace, and Goodnesse, most abstract, how can I, wanting both, serenize thee? |
A19907 | And, how should they be otherwise? |
A19907 | And, shall we trust a Merchant, that may breake; More than that King, of whom all Kings do seeke? |
A19907 | And, that thou didst not, it was of thy grace; for, what could I deserue when I was not? |
A19907 | And, what a lesse then Nothing is this Life? |
A19907 | And, ô, for whom doth he the same endure? |
A19907 | Are not my Dayes few? |
A19907 | At first, they gaue, what they did not receiue; Then, what they take, shall they not rather giue? |
A19907 | Besides, thou saist( but Truth what canst thou say?) |
A19907 | But are these two performed with such ease? |
A19907 | But thou might''st answere; Faith, though false it be, yet, if the Soule perswaded be it''s true? |
A19907 | But what can be more rare than richest Loue, sith so rich Loue is, now, so rarely found? |
A19907 | But what? |
A19907 | But why doth Sol giue Light, the Fire giue Heate? |
A19907 | But why( ah why) from me hid''st thou thy face? |
A19907 | But why, ô why, doe I now call to minde what I haue done, to make my feares more rife? |
A19907 | Can Faith and Sinne( if they be full in force) dwell( as if friends they were) in one weake Heart? |
A19907 | Can I still vexe my Iudge, yet looke for grace? |
A19907 | Can Sathan counterfet our GOD so nye In''s Gifts, that men, for him, should stoutly dye? |
A19907 | Can clouds encompasse thy vncompast Greatnes? |
A19907 | Can wrong expect such right, in equitie? |
A19907 | Canst thou, Almightie, see Them goe to wracke? |
A19907 | Death is the dore of life: so, would I liue? |
A19907 | Doth mortall life, then, bring the mortall''st death? |
A19907 | Earth, thicke? |
A19907 | Example, more then Precept, makes vs good; And, is there none that doth good? |
A19907 | For, if the Heau''n, nay, Heau''n of Heauens be But too too small thy greatnesse to containe; Then how can my heart, lesse then nought, hold thee? |
A19907 | For, if the righteous man shall perish in his sinne committed: how much more then shall Repentant sinners turning eft to sinne? |
A19907 | For, who are more exalted then the meeke, sith Heau''n and Earth of them doe most approue? |
A19907 | For, yet I doe but doate on false Delights, Delights? |
A19907 | HAue any made a Cou''nant with blacke Hell, and are Familiar with infernall Sprights? |
A19907 | Haue I a Will, by Death, to damne my Soule,( by desprate Death to damne, not mine, but thine?) |
A19907 | Haue I discours''d of things that heauenly were? |
A19907 | Haue I done good to any? |
A19907 | He that, but with a Word, made Man of nought, Can he not raise him, dead, now he is ought? |
A19907 | How can I choose but flame, so set on fire With loue, which burns what ere, in loue was made? |
A19907 | How can I choose but loue thee? |
A19907 | How can I thinke vpon thy boundlesse Loue; and not pursue my selfe with endlesse Hate? |
A19907 | How can thy Palate then, taste any thing( without distast) that is not most diuine? |
A19907 | How can thy grace so vile a Vermine brooke? |
A19907 | How good art thou? |
A19907 | How in a Bit of Wormes- meate canst thou raigne? |
A19907 | How is it( Lord) that who so seekes thy Face must with the whole- heart se ● ke the same to see? |
A19907 | How many settings- out, in such a Race, haue beene o''er- taken with thy Furies Streame? |
A19907 | How many thousand Soules now burne in Hell, that haue( perhaps) sinn''d lesse then sinfull I? |
A19907 | How oft haue my Sinnes sold me to thy wrath? |
A19907 | How then can they be two, if but one Be? |
A19907 | I am the TRVTH: or else where will you stay? |
A19907 | I am the WAY ▪ and whither will you wend? |
A19907 | I could not choose but Be when thou would''st haue me; for how could nothing crosse Almightinesse? |
A19907 | I feare the Rocke of refuge to the Iust: For, how, in Truth, should Treason put her trust? |
A19907 | IF Vanitie be All, and All be vaine, how scapes he from this All, that''s All in All? |
A19907 | If Being; or what can be beside: If Friendship; who so kinde? |
A19907 | If Gods Prerogatiue were crusht so close that he no more then Man had pow''r t''effect; How were he God? |
A19907 | If Likenesse be a cause that loue effects; Then who like that, by which I am, but thou? |
A19907 | If Nature can doe this; what can perswade Gods Pow''r is lesse then Natures, which he made? |
A19907 | If Riches; who so rich as hee that owes What not? |
A19907 | If it doe stincke, what Nose can it abide? |
A19907 | If lesse then Nothing then, be all my Dayes, Can I loue Life, which Truth doth so dispraise? |
A19907 | If many runne, and labour lose, How easie is''t to be of those? |
A19907 | If then in Heau''n, nor Hell, in Time, nor Place, where then? |
A19907 | If those dead Bones had such reuiuing pow''r, Then, what shall not Gods liuing Body doe? |
A19907 | If thou be these, and all in all to mee, Can I forget thee during but a Thought? |
A19907 | If thou fraile Flesh wilt call to strict account, what flesh and bloud then, in thy sight shall stand? |
A19907 | In curious Questions( lightly it was done: As where Heau''n stands? |
A19907 | Ioy of my soule, when, when( aye me) ô when Shall I with eyes immortall, see thy glory? |
A19907 | Is Death so sweete, when it the Diu''ll commands; and when God wils it, is the same to sow''r? |
A19907 | Is Sinne so sowre to turne sweete Loue to Hate? |
A19907 | Is my Hand stretched out, my faith to plight to blacke Perdition? |
A19907 | Is''t ought but Nothing, in the great''st extreame? |
A19907 | Lord, how shall I thus soild with Sinne, for shame appeare before thy Glory? |
A19907 | My Glory, Lord? |
A19907 | My God, my God, why hast forsaken me? |
A19907 | Nay, still but buffet my sweete Iesus face, and yet expect he should my Iesus proue? |
A19907 | O Trinall Vnion, God creating Gods, O sole resistles all- effecting Pow''r, When wilt attone twixt mee and thee the ods? |
A19907 | O glorious King, what grace is''t to our Hearts to be accepted, and desir''d of thee? |
A19907 | O life( dead life, depriu''d of life of grace) how stirr''st thou so, without that vitall pow''r? |
A19907 | O when shall I( deare Lord) vnworthy I Appeare in thy pure Palace Christiline? |
A19907 | O where art thou, thou great all- mouing mouer? |
A19907 | Or how can we be pleas''d such filth to feede as in our Nature naturally is bred; And, whence so many Prodigies proceede? |
A19907 | Or me, to Loue, so pow''rfully perswade? |
A19907 | Or, what Sect saith not, Truth is on their side? |
A19907 | Repine we not to dye in damned strife, and, grudge to dye to make our life secure? |
A19907 | Seek''st thou the loue of such meere Lumps of Hate? |
A19907 | Shall I ne''er see it? |
A19907 | That Water hangs in th''Aire who doth not know? |
A19907 | That spoiles the Will and soiles th''Intelligence? |
A19907 | The Diuell is a Spirit which is vnseene, Then how should I auoid his mortall Blowes? |
A19907 | The Pagan- wisedome, though it knew, what not? |
A19907 | Then I being Flesh, how can I hurt auoide By them, by whom, eu''n Stones are oft annoid? |
A19907 | Then blessed Lord, how canst thou chose but banne so vile a Slaue, so subiect vnto Sinne? |
A19907 | Then can such Loue now leaue the thing it lou''d? |
A19907 | Then how shouldst thou selfe- goodnesse me comprise, that am selfe- euill, which thou most dost hate? |
A19907 | Then how( deare Lord) should so great difference Be reconcil''d, and linckt in vnitie? |
A19907 | Then if we may be ridde from such annoy, But with one death, it is the life of Ioy ▪ And what is Honor but a lie, like life? |
A19907 | Then if wee looke on Life; how fraile is that? |
A19907 | Then shall we take no good gifts of the ● ad? |
A19907 | Then thou that art her Soueragine, canst thou lacke of her perfection in thy Workes begun? |
A19907 | Then where art hid? |
A19907 | Then wherefore waigh we so our Flesh( misled) That''s light as vanitie aliue, and dead? |
A19907 | Then why, great God, art thou well pleas''d with this That thou art made but Mud for mire so ill? |
A19907 | Then, Innocencie, Innocencie slew: how then could It therein be innocent? |
A19907 | Then, can such Motiues but much more then moue? |
A19907 | Then, let my thoughts still murmure while they will, and aske, why such a Sinner grace should seeke? |
A19907 | Then, sith that Life and Flesh so soone decay, why should our flesh with life be long in loue? |
A19907 | Then, to be Gods, is still to rest thereon: but who can rest there, that God doth not stay? |
A19907 | Then, what but Gall it selfe will Honey seeke besides the Honey of thy sweetest Loue? |
A19907 | Then, what was it the Diuell could deuise to clog a Soule with Sinne, exceeding Sinne, But I to doe it was as quicke, as wise? |
A19907 | Those Threatners of the Skye, proud Ilium, Byrza of Carthage, Towre of Babilon, Where are they now, with all their state, become? |
A19907 | Thy Sunne- ecclipsing glorious face from me? |
A19907 | To dye for Sinne, it thee alone behou''d, And yet shall Sinne thy Deaths desert abate? |
A19907 | VIle Flesh, why dost thou so my Spirit impugne, That still the Sonne of Righteousnesse I wrong who di''d to make you liue? |
A19907 | WHat was I, am I, or what shall I be? |
A19907 | WHo art thou Lord? |
A19907 | WOldst thou be spurr''d to run the way of truth? |
A19907 | Wake, wake thy selfe, my Soule; why sleep''st thou stil? |
A19907 | Was euer Loue so wonne? |
A19907 | What Concord can there be twixt Contraries? |
A19907 | What Lets shall let me then, from Paradise? |
A19907 | What Substance is''t, by which such shadowes stand? |
A19907 | What am I to Thee, but a world of woe? |
A19907 | What answer''st( Lord) to these too high Demands? |
A19907 | What are we, Lord? |
A19907 | What bootes it me to day to fight with sinnes, if I to morrow follow Sathans Flagge? |
A19907 | What comfort can we haue then, in a place that''s by the Prince of darknesse gouerned? |
A19907 | What is a Soulelesse Body, but a Clod? |
A19907 | What is in Sinne, that it should so be witch? |
A19907 | What manhood''s this, whereon ▪ now, manhood stands? |
A19907 | What shall I render Lord? |
A19907 | What shall I say of thy dread Maiestie? |
A19907 | What shall I say? |
A19907 | What should I say of thee? |
A19907 | What then? |
A19907 | What to redeeme me but that tender moode? |
A19907 | What would I more? |
A19907 | What, but that Loue, can quench my Loues desire? |
A19907 | When will it be? |
A19907 | When, when, ô when will you three dwell in mee? |
A19907 | Where art thou hid? |
A19907 | Where shall I finde thee? |
A19907 | Where''s Neroes golden- Palace, that drew drye( had it been ● liquid) freest Founts of Gold? |
A19907 | Which way goe you saith Christ to those that stray? |
A19907 | Who art thou, and who am I, that can moue Heau''ns God t''immure himselfe in misery? |
A19907 | Who ere assisted thee? |
A19907 | Who euer yet for Heresie hath dide, but saith, for Truth he dies, and so beleeues? |
A19907 | Who held thy Hands when I did so rebell, that I should liue when Soules lesse sinfull dye? |
A19907 | Who rul''d this Realme three thousand yeeres agone? |
A19907 | Who, What, and Wherefore, dost thou suffer, Lord? |
A19907 | Why doe I riches s ● eke and pleasures proue, that doe the Soule vnioynt, and Minde vnframe? |
A19907 | Why drink''st of this World''s Dike, and leau''st the Spring, that euer ouer- flowes with Angels Wine? |
A19907 | Why grudge we then, t''endure for endlesse life that, for vaine- glory, freely we endure? |
A19907 | Why long I longer here to liue in death? |
A19907 | Why of a prepuce Nation took''st a Wife, which afterwards did Thee betray and kill? |
A19907 | Why weep''st thou then, sad soule? |
A19907 | Why, thou didst wholy giue thy selfe to me: shall I returne thee then but that alone? |
A19907 | With what loue shall I quite such wondrous Loue, That comes from such vnheard- of Clemencie? |
A19907 | With what loue shall I quite this, more then, Loue? |
A19907 | With what teares shall I my repose reproue? |
A19907 | Would I, for any indiuine respect, sell Heau''n for Earth, and God( so) for the Deuill? |
A19907 | Wretch that I am, this World, why doe I loue? |
A19907 | Yet, as mine owne I haue( what haue I not with it, that is not absolutely good?) |
A19907 | and Hell( it locall) where? |
A19907 | and Soule and Body, quite, in dung, deuoure? |
A19907 | and how would all my Pow''rs striue him to serue? |
A19907 | and is this all our gift, one wretched Heart? |
A19907 | and mine end at hand, Whose life is like the shadow of a Dreame? |
A19907 | and still prouoke my King, yet seeke his loue? |
A19907 | and what''s the Soule without her cause and life, But quicke to Sinne, and dead to Grace and God; Hell to it selfe, selfe- Hell, or Hell of strife? |
A19907 | and what, or who am I That dare but thinke of such an Altitude, farre past the reach of highest Angels Eye? |
A19907 | and who art thou? |
A19907 | and, who art Thou, that suffer''st for mans sake? |
A19907 | and, with what Peace shall I conclude my strife? |
A19907 | are they not all, to all Confusion gone? |
A19907 | can good and euill be incorporate? |
A19907 | can no Part of me delight thee, but so vile a bit? |
A19907 | deeme yee that sweet, that yeelds Eff ● cts so sowre? |
A19907 | dye for vile Vipers, that their Maker kill? |
A19907 | for breakers of good Lawes that blessed be? |
A19907 | how am I deprau''d by Sinne, that can scarse thinke a thought, but I doe sinne therein? |
A19907 | how can I But with such flaming Loue be fired quite? |
A19907 | how shall I celebrate The glory of thy, back- parts, Maiestie, though ne''er so much thou it extenuate? |
A19907 | how should he? |
A19907 | how sowre is thy rememberance to him whose Soule is swolne with sweetest Sinne, And hath thereof a feeling? |
A19907 | how, ô LORD, ô how Shall I straight rest in thee, mine onely stay? |
A19907 | if it doe rot, what Eye, or Taste, or Touch Can be content by them it should be tride? |
A19907 | much lesse embosome such a lothed Thing; That leaues offence behinde but with a looke; and, like a Viper, with a touch doth sting? |
A19907 | much lesse how can I such fauour seeke, that so his Fauour wrongs? |
A19907 | nor adore the CREATOR but in the Creäture? |
A19907 | once dare, to thee, to stirre or Eye, or Tongue? |
A19907 | or Aire so thinne? |
A19907 | or else the seruice of such Vermine vile? |
A19907 | or gaue thee Wit? |
A19907 | or how shall I thy Goodnesse praise? |
A19907 | or seeke the fading glory of the same? |
A19907 | or thee aduis''d? |
A19907 | or, through neglect, to leaue them halfe vndone? |
A19907 | or, to be from shame and paine, which he deserues, preseru''d? |
A19907 | or, what Foe was not dasht to Dust by It? |
A19907 | see who it is that hath thus done: for whom? |
A19907 | shall lesse then Nothing make me lose, Thee, Thing of Things, that dost each Thing enclose? |
A19907 | sweet loue, when shall I my loue to loue, and life to life remoue? |
A19907 | then, being such, what should my homage be? |
A19907 | then, maruell is''t if I, but with a thought, be that or this? |
A19907 | to giue him health thereby? |
A19907 | was I borne for nought; and worser too? |
A19907 | wert thou on Earth as once thou wert, How would''st thou, now, behypocrit mans hart? |
A19907 | what am I, that am so rarely fraile? |
A19907 | what can amaze, with Wonderment, the Sense of Man more then this? |
A19907 | what can liue with this Vipers Brood That is not brought to nought, no not a Stone? |
A19907 | what doe I giue? |
A19907 | what is it But one poore bit of wormes- meate? |
A19907 | what made thee make me, but that loue? |
A19907 | who brought thee vp in Lore? |
A19907 | who can then aspire to know the Cause, that yet was neuer knowne? |
A19907 | why''s Water cold? |
A19907 | why? |
A19907 | with what life shall I imitate thy life? |
A19907 | would I thee enioy, And yet in that, which seuers vs, persist? |
A19907 | ô World, the Nurse of that Nurse( grounds of grief) Why doe you giue me being, time, and place sith you doe worse then kill me with reliefe? |
A19907 | ô how shall I remunerate,( ô that can ne''er be done:) Or how shall I but praise thee worthily? |
A19907 | ô when? |