The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumes 1-21667 |
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... Ev'n with the year : but age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow fhort , and leffens ftill his stake , As the day leffens , and his life with it . Thy children , kindred , friends upon thee call ; Before thy journey fairly part with all ...
... Ev'n with the year : but age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow fhort , and leffens ftill his stake , As the day leffens , and his life with it . Thy children , kindred , friends upon thee call ; Before thy journey fairly part with all ...
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... ev'n fick of love , It may a Babel prove , 15 Commodious to conquer heav'n and thee Planted in me . ¶ Conftancy . WHO is the honeft man ? He that doth still and ftrongly good pursue , To God , his neighbour , and himself most true Whom ...
... ev'n fick of love , It may a Babel prove , 15 Commodious to conquer heav'n and thee Planted in me . ¶ Conftancy . WHO is the honeft man ? He that doth still and ftrongly good pursue , To God , his neighbour , and himself most true Whom ...
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... and shine all our own day , And one another pay : His beams fhall chear my breaft , and both fo twine , Till ev'n his beams fing , and my mufick fhine . D ¶ Un- ¶ Ungratefulness . Last thou redeem'd us from the grave The Church .
... and shine all our own day , And one another pay : His beams fhall chear my breaft , and both fo twine , Till ev'n his beams fing , and my mufick fhine . D ¶ Un- ¶ Ungratefulness . Last thou redeem'd us from the grave The Church .
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... Ev'n unto death : fince he di'd for my good , O do not kill me ! 25 But O reprieve me ! For thou haft life and death at thy command ; Thou art both Judge and Saviour , feast and rod , Cordial and Corrofive : put not thy hand Into the ...
... Ev'n unto death : fince he di'd for my good , O do not kill me ! 25 But O reprieve me ! For thou haft life and death at thy command ; Thou art both Judge and Saviour , feast and rod , Cordial and Corrofive : put not thy hand Into the ...
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... ev'n as he .. In both let's do our best . 25 Who goeth in the way which Chrift hath gone , Is much more fure to meet with him , than one That travelleth by - ways . Perhaps my God , though he be far before , May turn , and take me by ...
... ev'n as he .. In both let's do our best . 25 Who goeth in the way which Chrift hath gone , Is much more fure to meet with him , than one That travelleth by - ways . Perhaps my God , though he be far before , May turn , and take me by ...
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Popular passages
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?