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Prime master of arts and the giver of wit,That found out the excellent engine, the spit,The plough and the flail, the mill and the hopper,The hutch and the boulter, the furnace and copper,The oven, the bavin, the mawkin, the peel,The hearth and the range, the dog and the wheel.He, he first invented the hogshead and…
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are
If works, not th’ author’s, their own grace should look,Whose poems would not wish to be your book?But these, desir’d by you, the maker’s endsCrown with their own. Rare poems ask rare friends.Yet satires, since the most of mankind beTheir unavoided subject, fewest see;For none e’er took that pleasure in sin’s senseBut, when they heard…
I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
That she,Whom I adore so much, should so slight me,And cast my love behind:I’m sure my language was as sweet,And every close did meetIn sentence of as subtle feetAs hath the youngest he,That sits in shadow of Apollo’s tree.Oh, but my conscious fears,That fly my thoughts between,Tell me that she hath seenMy hundreds of gray…
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,And well the car Love guideth.As she goes, all hearts do dutyUnto her beauty;And enamour’d, do wish, so they mightBut enjoy such a sight,That they still were to run by her side,Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.Do but look on her eyes, they do lightAll…
Hear me, O God!
Is my best part.Use still thy rod,That I may proveTherein thy Love.If thou hadst notBeen stern to me,But left me free,I had forgotMyself and thee.For sin’s so sweet,As minds ill-bentRarely repent,Until they meetTheir punishment.Who more can craveThan thou hast done?That gav’st a Son,To free a slave,First made of nought;With all since bought.Sin, Death, and HellHis…
Walking, snow falling, it is possible
in turn on separate flakes, sharply engagethe attention at several spatial points:the nearer cold and more uncomfortable,the farther distanced and almost pleasing.Living, time passing, it is preferableto focus the memory in turn uponthe more distant retrospects in orderthat the present mind may retain its peace.Yet knowing that seeing and rememberingare both of course personal illusions.