The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations

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Page 223 - JEUjir. ^EACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...
Page 47 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
Page 3 - HOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Page 184 - 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 road, Loose as the winde, as large as store.
Page 192 - So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone of all His treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Page 84 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with His blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay : The week were dark, but for thy light : Thy torch doth show the way.
Page 60 - WHO says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse ? Is there in truth no beauty ? Is all good structure in a winding stair? . May no lines pass, except they do their duty Not to a true, but painted chair ? Is it no verse, except enchanted groves And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun lines ? Must purling streams refresh a lover's loves ? Must all be veiled, while he that reads, divines, Catching the sense at two removes?
Page 104 - MY God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man ? to whose creation All things are in decay.
Page 72 - SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence; and in your house of pleasure. A dainty lodging me assign'd. Now I in you without a body move, Rising and falling with your wings: We both together sweetly live and love, Yet say sometimes,
Page 185 - Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not; forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which...

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