The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumes 1-21667 |
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... d us , on the contrary Man breaks the fence , and every grief will plow . O what were man , might he himself misplace ! Sure to be crois , he would fhift feet and face . A Drink Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not (1) ...
... d us , on the contrary Man breaks the fence , and every grief will plow . O what were man , might he himself misplace ! Sure to be crois , he would fhift feet and face . A Drink Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not (1) ...
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George Herbert. Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame When once it is within thee ; but before Mayft rule it , as thou lift and pour the fhame , which it would poure on thee , upon the floor . It is moft juft to throw ...
George Herbert. Drink not the third glass , which thou canst not tame When once it is within thee ; but before Mayft rule it , as thou lift and pour the fhame , which it would poure on thee , upon the floor . It is moft juft to throw ...
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... canst not fly By dreffing , miftreffing , and complement . If thofe take up thy day , the Sun will cry Against thee : for his light was only lent . ( thers God gave thy foul brave wings ; put not those fea- 30 Into a bed , to fleep out ...
... canst not fly By dreffing , miftreffing , and complement . If thofe take up thy day , the Sun will cry Against thee : for his light was only lent . ( thers God gave thy foul brave wings ; put not those fea- 30 Into a bed , to fleep out ...
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... canst little do ; And do them not that fhall thy wisdom be ; And change thy temperance into bravery , If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd , ' Tis a thin web , which poyfonous fancies make ; But the great fouldiers honour was compos ...
... canst little do ; And do them not that fhall thy wisdom be ; And change thy temperance into bravery , If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd , ' Tis a thin web , which poyfonous fancies make ; But the great fouldiers honour was compos ...
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... canst make a debter , And make it better . 20 Firft with thy fire - work burn to duft Folly , and worfe than folly , luft :: Then with thy light refine , And make it fhine . 25 So difengag'd from fin and fickness , Touch it with thy ...
... canst make a debter , And make it better . 20 Firft with thy fire - work burn to duft Folly , and worfe than folly , luft :: Then with thy light refine , And make it fhine . 25 So difengag'd from fin and fickness , Touch it with thy ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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?