Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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TO THE HIGHEST: His Humble Servant Implores his gracious ayde.
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TO THE HIGHEST: His Humble Servant Implores his gracious ayde.
Thou
great Directer of the Hearts of men,
From whence I propagate what e're is mine,
Still my disquiet thoughts, Direct my Pen
No more mine owne, if thou adopt it thine:
O be thy Spirit All in All to me,
That will implore no ayde, no Muse but thee:
From whence I propagate what e're is mine,
Still my disquiet thoughts, Direct my Pen
No more mine owne, if thou adopt it thine:
O be thy Spirit All in All to me,
That will implore no ayde, no Muse but thee:
Be thou the Load-starre to my wandring minde,
New rigg'd, and bound vpon a new Adventure:
O fill my Canvas with a prosp'rous winde;
Vnlock my Soule, and let thy Spirit enter:
So blesse my Talent with a fruitfull Lone,
That it, at least, may render two for one.
New rigg'd, and bound vpon a new Adventure:
O fill my Canvas with a prosp'rous winde;
Vnlock my Soule, and let thy Spirit enter:
So blesse my Talent with a fruitfull Lone,
That it, at least, may render two for one.
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Unworthy I, to take so high a Taske;
Unworthy I, to crave so great a Boone,
Alas! unseason'd is my slender Caske,
My Winters day hath scarcely seene her Noone
But if the Childrens Bread must be deny'd,
Yet let me licke the Crummes that fall beside
Unworthy I, to crave so great a Boone,
Alas! unseason'd is my slender Caske,
My Winters day hath scarcely seene her Noone
But if the Childrens Bread must be deny'd,
Yet let me licke the Crummes that fall beside
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