The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 9
... , As hurts not others , but may make thee better , Is a good fpur . Correct thy paffions spite ; 30 Then may the beafts draw.thee to happy hight . A 5 WA When bafenefs is exalted , do not bate The place The Church Porch , 7 9.
... , As hurts not others , but may make thee better , Is a good fpur . Correct thy paffions spite ; 30 Then may the beafts draw.thee to happy hight . A 5 WA When bafenefs is exalted , do not bate The place The Church Porch , 7 9.
Side 13
... better bargain than to give . Only thy fingle market - money for it , Joyn hands with God to make a man to live . Give to all fomething ; to a good poor man , Till thou change names , and be where he began man is 25 Man is Gods image ...
... better bargain than to give . Only thy fingle market - money for it , Joyn hands with God to make a man to live . Give to all fomething ; to a good poor man , Till thou change names , and be where he began man is 25 Man is Gods image ...
Side 14
... better , and perhaps may fave thee . Thwart not th ' Almighty God : O be not cross . Faft when thou wilt , butwhen ' tis gain , not loss . Though private prayer be a brave defign , Yet publick hath more promifes , more love , And love's ...
... better , and perhaps may fave thee . Thwart not th ' Almighty God : O be not cross . Faft when thou wilt , butwhen ' tis gain , not loss . Though private prayer be a brave defign , Yet publick hath more promifes , more love , And love's ...
Side 47
... better . Whether I fly with angels , fall with duft , Thy hands made both , and I am there . Thy power and love , my love and truft Make one place ev'ry where . The Temper . 25 T cannot be . Where is that mighty joy , which juft now ...
... better . Whether I fly with angels , fall with duft , Thy hands made both , and I am there . Thy power and love , my love and truft Make one place ev'ry where . The Temper . 25 T cannot be . Where is that mighty joy , which juft now ...
Side 60
... Chronicle is loft and yet Better by worms be all once spent , Than to have hellifli moths ftill gnaw and fret Thy name in books , which may not vent When When all thy deeds , whofe brunt thou feel'ft alone 600 The Church .
... Chronicle is loft and yet Better by worms be all once spent , Than to have hellifli moths ftill gnaw and fret Thy name in books , which may not vent When When all thy deeds , whofe brunt thou feel'ft alone 600 The Church .
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Side 91 - Each creature hath a wisdom for his good. The pigeons feed their tender offspring crying, When they are callow ; but withdraw their food, When they are fledged, that need may teach them flying.
Side 78 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Side 91 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill...
Side 74 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 150 - Into thy face, Thou art grown fair and full of grace, Much in request, much sought for as a good. For we do now behold thee gay and glad, As at doomsday, When souls shall wear their new array, And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.
Side 149 - Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
Side 119 - The Collar I struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure there was wine...
Side 24 - I straight return'd, and, knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts ; In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts : At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of theeves and murderers : there I him espied, "Who straight Your suit is granted, said, and died.
Side 130 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?