Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mindTo worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
The merry World did on a dayWith his train-bands and mates agree
When God at first made man,Having a glass of blesings standing by;
I know the ways of Learning; both the headAnd pipes that feed the press, and make it run;
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold,
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head.
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowers in spring;
Teach me, my God and King,In all things Thee to see,
I struck the board, and cried, “No more!I will abroad.
A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,Made of a heart and cemented with tears;
Philosophers have measur’d mountains, Fathom’d the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,I thought the service brave;
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world’s bud,
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round!Parents first season us; then schoolmasters
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert,
O blessed body! Whither are thou thrown? No lodging for thee, but a cold hard stone?
O Sacred Providence, who from end to endStrongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere. I did; and going did […]
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny
How soon doth man decay!When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch
Hark, how the birds do sing, and woods do ring.
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation,
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.
Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flameAttract the lesser to it: let those fires
Immortal love, authour of this great frame,Sprung from that beautie which can never fade;
I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:
Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Since, Lord, to theeA narrow way and little gate
As he that sees a dark and shady grove, Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky;
My stock lies dead and no increaseDoth my dull husbandry improve:
O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood?
Lord, how couldst thou so much appeaseThy wrath for sin, as when man’s sight was dim,
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day,
If as a flower doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good,
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,Though foolishly he lost the same,
I got me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree;
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays,
Throw away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears;
While that my soul repairs to her devotion,Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
Ah, my dear angry Lord,Since thou dost love, yet strike;