In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.
In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.
It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.
Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
Necessity makes dastards valiant men.
Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.
Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land, And giv'st me for my bushel sowne Twice ten for one. All this, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart.
Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
When the tempter me pursueth With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
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