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If faithfull soules be alike glorifi’d
And adds this even to full felecitie,That valiantly I hels wide mouth o’stride:But if our mindes to these soules be descry’dBy circumstances, and by signes that beApparent in us, not immediately,How shall my mindes white truth by them be try’d?They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne,And vile blasphemous Conjurers to callOn Jesus name, and PharisaicallDissemblers…
He that cannot choose but love,
Never shall my fancy move,For he loves ‘gainst his will;Nor he which is all his own,And can at pleasure choose,When I am caught he can be gone,And when he list refuse.Nor he that loves none but fair,For such by all are sought;Nor he that can for foul ones care,For his judgement then is nought;Nor he…
I fix mine eye on thine, and there
My picture drowned in a transparent tear,When I look lower I espy.Hadst thou the wicked skillBy pictures made and mard, to kill,How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?But now I have drunk thy sweet salt tears,And though thou pour more I’ll depart;My picture vanished, vanish fearsThat I can be endamaged by that art;Though thou…
O might those sighes and teares returne againe
That I might in this holy discontentMourne with some fruit, as I have mourn’d in vaine;In mine Idolatry what showres of raineMine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent?That sufferance was my sinne; now I repent;‘Cause I did sufffer I must suffer paine.Th’hydroptique drunkard, and night-scouting thiefe,The itchy Lecher, and selfe-tickling proudHave the…
Since I am coming to that holy room,
I shall be made thy music; as I comeI tune the instrument here at the door,And what I must do then, think here before.Whilst my physicians by their love are grownCosmographers, and I their map, who lieFlat on this bed, that by them may be shownThat this is my south-west discovery,[lang l]Per fretum febris[lang e],…
He is stark mad, who ever says,
Yet not that love so soon decays,But that it can ten in less space devour;Who will believe me, if I swearThat I have had the plague a year ?Who would not laugh at me, if I should say,I saw a flask of powder burn a day ?Ah, what trifle is a heart,If once into Love’s…