A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
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Non est mortale quod opto.
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Non est mortale quod opto.
Not mortal, no, nor earthlie is my aime,
Nor point's it to, great Powers or empir's
To Favours fraill, nor to officious Fame,
Nor is it sworn, to sensuall desires:
Nor wold I wish what worldlings covet most,
Glore got with ease, and with lesse labor lost.
Nor point's it to, great Powers or empir's
To Favours fraill, nor to officious Fame,
Nor is it sworn, to sensuall desires:
Nor wold I wish what worldlings covet most,
Glore got with ease, and with lesse labor lost.
No tracking trash, nor transitorious things,
Not Mammons muck, that Mundans most on muse;
Impeds my Sprit, which still aspiring springs,
That onely and Eternal good, to chuse:
Which Spirits bad, nor Angels blest aboue,
Not in a point can alter, change, or moue.
Not Mammons muck, that Mundans most on muse;
Impeds my Sprit, which still aspiring springs,
That onely and Eternal good, to chuse:
Which Spirits bad, nor Angels blest aboue,
Not in a point can alter, change, or moue.
No, bot it is that pure impassiue Spirit;
That ere all time was, shall, and onely is:
Good, just and wise, immortall, infinit,
God all in all, all onely is my wishe:
For in the same excessiuelie I shall,
Haue infinit, and what I wold haue, all.
That ere all time was, shall, and onely is:
Good, just and wise, immortall, infinit,
God all in all, all onely is my wishe:
For in the same excessiuelie I shall,
Haue infinit, and what I wold haue, all.
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