The Temple,: Sacred Poems, and Private EjaculationsT. Buck, and R. Daniel, printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, 1638 - 192 páginas |
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... doft devest All worldly right , fave what he hath by beast . Shall I , to please anothers wine - fprung mind , Lose all mine own ? God hath giv'n me a measure Short of his canne and body : muft I find A pain in that , wherein he finds a ...
... doft devest All worldly right , fave what he hath by beast . Shall I , to please anothers wine - fprung mind , Lose all mine own ? God hath giv'n me a measure Short of his canne and body : muft I find A pain in that , wherein he finds a ...
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... doft tell anothers jeft , therein Omit the oathes , which true wit cannot need ; Pick out of tales the mirth , but not the finne . He pares his apple , that will cleanly feed . Play not away the vertue of that name , Which is thy best ...
... doft tell anothers jeft , therein Omit the oathes , which true wit cannot need ; Pick out of tales the mirth , but not the finne . He pares his apple , that will cleanly feed . Play not away the vertue of that name , Which is thy best ...
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... feel thofe tempefts which fly over ditches . But if thy fonne can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addeft may be call'd his treasure . When When thou doft purpose ought ( within thy power ) 4 The Church - porch .
... feel thofe tempefts which fly over ditches . But if thy fonne can make ten pound his measure , Then all thou addeft may be call'd his treasure . When When thou doft purpose ought ( within thy power ) 4 The Church - porch .
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Sacred Poems, and Private Ejaculations George Herbert. When thou doft purpose ought ( within thy power ) Be fure to do it , though it be but small . Conftancie knits the bones , and makes us ftowre , When wanton pleasures becken us to ...
Sacred Poems, and Private Ejaculations George Herbert. When thou doft purpose ought ( within thy power ) Be fure to do it , though it be but small . Conftancie knits the bones , and makes us ftowre , When wanton pleasures becken us to ...
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... Doft lofe rife up : doft winne ? rife in that state . Who ftrive to fit out lofing hands , are loft . Game is a civil gunpowder , in peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . A 4 In In Conversation boldneffe novy bears ( way ...
... Doft lofe rife up : doft winne ? rife in that state . Who ftrive to fit out lofing hands , are loft . Game is a civil gunpowder , in peace Blowing up houses with their whole increase . A 4 In In Conversation boldneffe novy bears ( way ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 141 - All wasted? 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...
Página 105 - Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes; Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown: but all their hands and throats Are brought to man, while they are lame and mute.
Página 167 - DISCIPLINE THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath : 0 my God, Take the gentle path. For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent : 1 aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And Thy book alone.
Página 82 - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of, in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him, When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Página 78 - ... Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 16 - Thy power doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise Thy name : That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise Thee may not cease. O let thy blessed Sacrifice be mine, And sanctify this Altar to be Thine.
Página 45 - O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner Thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take Thy way ; for sure Thy way is best: Stretch or contract me, Thy poor debtor: This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Página 88 - Successive nights, like rolling waves, Convey them quickly, who are bound for death.
Página 161 - THE God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed : While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need ? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest ; Then to the streams that gently pass In both I have the best.
Página 167 - DISCIPLINE Throw away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath; 0 my God, Take the gentle path! For my heart's desire Unto Thine is bent: 1 aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And Thy Book alone. Though I fail, I weep; Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.