Whose brave misfortune happiest men envied,
That had a town for tomb, his bones to hide.
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Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument
Who can deny me power, and libertyTo stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be?Swim, and at every stroke, thou art thy Cross;The Mast and yard make one, where seas do toss;Look down, thou spiest out Crosses in small things;Look up, thou seest birds rais’d on crossed wings;All the Globes frame, and spheres, is…
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear.
Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore,Laments and mourns in Germany and here?Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year?Is she self-truth and errs? now new, now outwore?Doth she, and did she, and shall she evermoreOn one, on seven, or on no hill appear?Dwells she with us, or like adventuring knightsFirst travail we…
If faithful souls be alike glorified
And adds this even to full felicity,That valiantly I hells wide mouth o’erstride:But if our minds to these souls be descriedBy circumstances, and by signs that beApparent in us, not immediately,How shall my mind’s white truth by them be tried?They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,And vile blasphemous conjurers to callOn Jesus name, and PharisaicalDissemblers…
In what torn ship soever I embark,
What sea soever swallow me, that floodShall be to me an emblem of thy blood;Though thou with clouds of anger do disguiseThy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes,Which, though they turn away sometimes,They never will despise.I sacrifice this Island unto thee,And all whom I loved there, and who loved me;When I have…
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage,
The fable is inverted, and far moreA block afflicts, now, than a stork before.Storms chafe, and soon wear out themselves, or us;In calms, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.As steady’as I can wish that my thoughts were,Smooth as thy mistress’ glass, or what shines there,The sea is now; and, as the isles which weSeek,…
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understoodMay make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?)Frees from the sting of jests all who’in extremeAre wrech’d or wicked: of these two a theameCharity and liberty give me. What is heeWho Officers rage, and Suiters miseryCan write, and jest? If all things be in all,As I thinke, since all,…