My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.
My life as spider’s webb’s cut off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And living man no more shall see
But be in silence laid.
My feeble spirit Thou didst revive,
My doubting Thou didst chide,
And though as dead mad’st me alive,
I here a while might ‘bide.
Why should I live but to Thy praise?
My life is hid with Thee.
O Lord, no longer be my days
Than I may fruitful be.
Who was of greatest use and might’est force;In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,That in due order each her turn should speak;But enmity this amity did breakAll would be chief, and all scorn’d to be underWhence issu’d winds & rains, lightning & thunderThe quaking earth did groan, the Sky lookt blackThe Fire, the forced…
For I have vow’d (and so will do)Thee as a foe still to pursue,And combat with thee will and mustUntil I see thee laid in th’ dust.Sister we are, yea twins we be,Yet deadly feud ‘twixt thee and me,For from one father are we not.Thou by old Adam wast begot,But my arise is from above,Whence…
But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere:(And if the whirling of thy wheels do n’t drown’dThe woful accents of my doleful sound),If in thy swift career thou canst make stay,I crave this boon, this errand by the way:Commend me to the man more lov’d than life,Show him…
Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,Who thee abroad expos’d to public view,Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).At thy return my blushing was not small,My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.I cast thee by as one unfit for light,Thy Visage…
Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry,Her dearest deer, might answer ear or eye;So doth my anxious soul, which now doth missA dearer dear (far dearer heart) than this.Still wait with doubts, and hopes, and failing eye,His voice to hear or person to descry.Or as the pensive dove doth all alone(On withered bough) most…
Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne’r saw the face;Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;Their worth so shines in these rich lines you showTheir paralels to finde I scarcely knowTo climbe their Climes, I have nor strength nor skillTo mount so high requires an Eagles quill;Yet view thereof did cause my thoughts to soar;My lowly…
