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... Author of thy weale , And to His soveraine mercie doe appeale : Learne Him to love that loved thee so deare , And in thy brest His blessed image beare . With all thy hart , with all thy soule and HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE . 13.
... Author of thy weale , And to His soveraine mercie doe appeale : Learne Him to love that loved thee so deare , And in thy brest His blessed image beare . With all thy hart , with all thy soule and HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE . 13.
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... Beare . III . Soone after this I saw on th ' other side A curious Coffer made of Heben wood , That in it did most precious treasure hide , Exceeding all this baser worldës good : Yet through the overflowing of the flood It almost ...
... Beare . III . Soone after this I saw on th ' other side A curious Coffer made of Heben wood , That in it did most precious treasure hide , Exceeding all this baser worldës good : Yet through the overflowing of the flood It almost ...
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... beare ! See how I sinke in sorrowes euerywhere ; Beholde and see what dolors I indure ; Giue eare and marke what plaints I put in vre : Bende willing eare , and pitie therewithall My wayling voyce , Which hath no choyce But euermore ...
... beare ! See how I sinke in sorrowes euerywhere ; Beholde and see what dolors I indure ; Giue eare and marke what plaints I put in vre : Bende willing eare , and pitie therewithall My wayling voyce , Which hath no choyce But euermore ...
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... beare , pore : Howe fast they stand which on thy mercie staye . I looke for thee , my louelye Lord , therefore ; For thee I wayte , for thee I tarrye styll : Mine eies doe long to gaze on thee my fyll ; For thee I watche , for thee I ...
... beare , pore : Howe fast they stand which on thy mercie staye . I looke for thee , my louelye Lord , therefore ; For thee I wayte , for thee I tarrye styll : Mine eies doe long to gaze on thee my fyll ; For thee I watche , for thee I ...
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... beare a part , To prayse the heauenly King . And you whome care in prison keepes , Or sickenes doth suppresse , Or secret sorowe breakes your sleepes , Or dolours doe distresse : Yet beare a part in dolefull wise ; Yea , thinke it good ...
... beare a part , To prayse the heauenly King . And you whome care in prison keepes , Or sickenes doth suppresse , Or secret sorowe breakes your sleepes , Or dolours doe distresse : Yet beare a part in dolefull wise ; Yea , thinke it good ...
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angels behold blessed blisse bloud bounty endeth never Christ Countess of Pembroke dayes Dayntie Deuises didst diuine doth earth EDWARD HAKE ELIZ entitled eternall euen euery eyes farre feare flesh foes FRANCIS DAVISON George Gascoigne giue glorious glory God's godly grace hand hart hast hath haue heauen heauenly holy ioyes Jehova JOHN BODENHAM JOHN PITS kindnesse lasteth King light liue Lord Lord Vaux loue mightie minde moue mynd neuer NICHOLAS BRETON nought Old Version paine Paradise of Dayntie poems poetry POETS powre praise Psalms published put to death Queen Elizabeth raigne sacred SAMUEL DANIEL shal shee shew sight sinfull sing sinne Sir Philip Sidney Sith song Sonne SONNET soule soule's spirit sunne sweete thee thine things THOMAS THOMAS CHURCHYARD thou thought thy mercie unto vaine vertue vnto vpon wisedome wishte wrote wyll wyshte
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Page 26 - Being with thy deare blood clene washt from sin, May live for ever in felicity: And that thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love thee...
Page 24 - And is there care in Heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 228 - Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page xli - Hymns, is set forth, and allowed to be sung in all congregations of the said church, before and after Morning and Evening Prayer, and also before and after Sermons, at the discretion of the minister.
Page 24 - Of men than beasts : but 0 ! th' exceeding grace Of Highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe!
Page 15 - Both heaven and earth obey unto her will, And all the creatures which they both containe ; For of her fulnesse which the world doth fill They all partake, and do in state remaine As their great Maker did at first ordaine, Through observation of her high beheast, By which they first were made, and still increast.
Page 18 - And looke at last up to that Soveraine Light, From whose pure beams al perfect beauty springs, That kindleth love in every godly spright Even the love of God; which loathing brings Of this vile world and these gay-seeming things; With whose sweete pleasures being so possest, Thy straying thoughts henceforth for ever rest.
Page 24 - For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tide unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
Page 24 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love, and nothing for reward : Oh, why should heavenly God to men have such regard ?1 This agrees with what is recorded of St.
Page 10 - Aire still flitting, but yet firmely bounded On everie side, with pyles of flaming brands, Never consum'd, nor quencht with mortall hands; '40 And, last, that mightie shining christall wall, Wherewith he hath encompassed this All. By view whereof it plainly may appeare, That still as every thing doth upward tend, And further is from earth, so still more cleare And faire it growes, till to his perfect end Of purest beautie it at last ascend; Ayre more then water, fire much more then ayr% And heaven...