The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumer 1-21667 |
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Side 63
... most true Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin , or wrench from giving all their due . 20 Whofe honefty is hor So loose or cafie , that a ruffling wind Can blow away , or glitt'ring look it blind : 25 L Who rides his fure and even ...
... most true Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin , or wrench from giving all their due . 20 Whofe honefty is hor So loose or cafie , that a ruffling wind Can blow away , or glitt'ring look it blind : 25 L Who rides his fure and even ...
Side 73
... most sweet relief ? O Thou moft glorious , yet contra & ted light , Wrapt innights mantle , ftole into a manger , Since my dark foul and brutish is thy right , To Man of all beafts be not thou a stranger . Furnish and deck my foul ...
... most sweet relief ? O Thou moft glorious , yet contra & ted light , Wrapt innights mantle , ftole into a manger , Since my dark foul and brutish is thy right , To Man of all beafts be not thou a stranger . Furnish and deck my foul ...
Side 74
... most brave ; where now we shall be better gods than he . Thou haft but two rare Cabinets full of treasure , The Trinity , and Incarnation : Thou haft unlockt them both , And made them jewels to betroth The work of thy creation Unto thy ...
... most brave ; where now we shall be better gods than he . Thou haft but two rare Cabinets full of treasure , The Trinity , and Incarnation : Thou haft unlockt them both , And made them jewels to betroth The work of thy creation Unto thy ...
Side 91
... most fitly pays : For I do praise thee , yet I praife thee not : My prayers mean thee , yet my prayers ftray : I would do well , yet fin the hand hath got : My foul doth love thee , yet it loves delay . I cannot skill of these my ways ...
... most fitly pays : For I do praise thee , yet I praife thee not : My prayers mean thee , yet my prayers ftray : I would do well , yet fin the hand hath got : My foul doth love thee , yet it loves delay . I cannot skill of these my ways ...
Side 99
... most things were of pureft gold The wood was all embellished 5 with flowers and carvings , myftical and rare : All fhew'd the builders , crav'd the feers care . Yet all this glory , all this pomp and state Did not affect thee much , was ...
... most things were of pureft gold The wood was all embellished 5 with flowers and carvings , myftical and rare : All fhew'd the builders , crav'd the feers care . Yet all this glory , all this pomp and state Did not affect thee much , was ...
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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?