A description of an annuall world, or, Briefe meditations upon all the holy-daies in the yeere. With certaine brief poeticall meditations of the day in generall [entitled Sacred poems, or, Briefe meditations]. By E.B.

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Page 49 - Her daintiest food from her own hungry throat, To feed at home her feeble Parents, held From forraging, with heavie Gyves of Eld. The other, kindly, for her tender Brood Tears her own bowells, trilleth-out her blood To heal her young, and in a wondrous sort Unto her Children doth her life transport : For, finding them by...
Page 62 - Channel! a new Course to take, Takes no more care thence-forth to those effects, But lets the stream run where his Ditch directs. The Lord our God wants neither Diligence, Nor Love, nor Care, nor Powr, nor Providence. He prov'd his Powr, by Mating All of nought : His Diligence, by Ruling All he wrought : His Care, by Ending it in Six Dayes...
Page 41 - ... Viper thorough. And th' hoary Centaure, during all his Race, Is so attentive to his onely chase, That, dread-less of his dart, Heav'n's shining Kid Comes jumping light, just at his heels unspid. Mean-while the...
Page 57 - We leave-behinde our living Images, Change War to Peace, in kindred multiply, And in our Children live eternally. By thee, we quench the wild and wanton Fires, That in our Soule the Paphian shot inspires : And taught (by thee) a love more firm and fitter, We finde the Mel more sweet, the Gall less bitter, Which here (by turns) heap up our humane Life Ev'n now with joyes, anon with jars...
Page 7 - Of the similitude of darksome night, I doe desire of God that I could tell Blinde errors paths, and the dread paines of hell, Myselfe thereby to warne to take great heed That in blind errors wayes I may not tread : For they will lead me to the darke Abysse Of dolefull horror where no comfort is. We have been thus particular in the deseription of this rather...
Page 61 - Mans many beauteous features •JDetaine the Lord more then all other creatures: ' Man's his owne Minion } Man's his facred Type :
Page 60 - The liquid homage of each other lake; * And how againe the...
Page 35 - Put but a Garland of greene Saffron on, ' And that mad humour will be quickly...
Page 7 - In this fraile life, whereby I am requir'd To take due notice, that ere long may be, Deat hs dart may make as quick difpatch of me.

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