Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou…
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I have a friend who still believes in heaven.Not a ****** person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to ***.She thinks someone listens in heaven.On earth she’s unusually…
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay of this whole world isrepresented THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY When…
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;The sun is spent, and now his flasksSend forth light squibs, no constant rays;The world’s whole…
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,;;;; Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;;;;;;;;; The sun is spent, and now his flasks;;;;;;;; Send forth light squibs, no constant…
Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.;;;;;;These three hours that we have spent,;;;;;;Walking here, two shadows wentAlong with us, which we ourselves produc’d.But, now…
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
Out of a fired ship, which by no wayBut drowning could be rescued from the flame,Some men leap’d forth, and ever as they cameNear the foes’ ships, did by their…
This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appointMy pilgrimage’s last mile; and my race,Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point;And gluttonous…
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debtTo Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,And her soul early into heaven ravished,Wholly on heavenly things my mind…
Father, part of his double interestUnto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,His jointure in the knotty TrinityHe keeps, and gives to me his death’s conquest.This Lamb, whose death with…
Wilt thou love ***, as he thee? Then digest,My soul, this wholesome meditation,How *** the Spirit, by angels waited onIn heaven, doth make his Temple in thy breast.The Father having…
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:Inconstancy unnaturally hath begotA constant habit; that when I would notI change in vows, and in devotion.As humorous is my contritionAs my profane…
Batter my heart, three-personed ***; for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn,…
What if this present were the world’s last night?Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,The picture of Christ crucified, and tellWhether that countenance can thee affright,Tears in…
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,For I have sinned, and sinned, and only heWho could do no iniquity hath died:But…
If faithful souls be alike glorifiedAs angels, then my fathers soul doth see,And adds this even to full felicity,That valiantly I hells wide mouth o’erstride:But if our minds to these…
At the round earth’s imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered bodies go,All whom the flood did, and fire shall,…
This is my play’s last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimage’s last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point,And gluttonous…
I am a little world made cunninglyOf elements, and an angelic sprite;But black sin hath betrayed to endless nightMy worlds both parts, and (oh!) both parts must die.You which beyond…
If poisonous minerals, and if that treeWhose fruit threw death on else immortal us,If lecherous goats, if serpents enviousCannot be ******, alas, why should I be?Why should intent or reason,…
Oh my black soul! now art thou summonedBy sickness, death’s herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath doneTreason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled;Or…
O might those sighs and tears return againInto my breast and eyes, which I have spent,That I might in this holy discontentMourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in…
As due by many titles I resignMy self to Thee, O ***; first I was madeBy Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decayedThy blood bought that, the which…