Divine raptvres or piety in poesie Digested Into a Queint Diversity of sacred fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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A Meditation on the burning a torch at noone day.
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A Meditation on the burning a torch at noone day.
VVhen Sol doth in his flaming throne remaine,My Blazing torch doth spend it selfe in Vaine,
O then how welcome is my torches Light,
Sols radient beames at noone doe so surmount
They make my tapers light of small accompt;
So Lord when thou dost great abundance send
We cannot then so well esteeme a friend,
We slight their helpes: they alwaies seeme most bright
When dire affliction sends a dismall night.
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