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Page 335 - DEARLY beloved brethren, the Scripture moveth us in sundry places to acknowledge and confess our manifold sins and wickedness ; and that we should not dissemble nor cloke them before the face of Almighty God our heavenly Father ; but confess them with an humble, lowly, penitent, and obedient heart; to the end that we may obtain forgiveness of the same, by his infinite goodness and mercy.
Page 304 - THE day is dark and the night To him that would search their heart ; No lips of cloud that will part Nor morning song in the light : Only, gazing alone, To him wild shadows are shown, Deep under deep unknown And height above unknown height. Still we say as we go, — " Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Page 349 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 288 - FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come ; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme. The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
Page 334 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which Is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Page 552 - She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
Page 288 - And then I changed my pipings — Singing how down the vale of Maenalus I pursued a maiden, and clasped a reed: Gods and men, we are all deluded thus : It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed.
Page 270 - They did promise and vow three things in my name. First, that I should renounce the devil and all his works, the pomps and vanity of this wicked world, and all the sinful lusts of the flesh.
Page 320 - There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour.
Page 18 - Remember us poor mayers all, And thus we do begin To lead our lives in righteousness, Or else we die in sin. We have been rambling all this night And almost all this day, And now returned back again We have brought you a branch of may. A branch of may we have brought you And at your door it stands. It is but a sprout But it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.