The synagogue, or, the shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr George Herbert [by Christopher Harvey] |
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The Curbe.
Peace rebell Thought: do'st thou not know thy King,
My God is here?
Cannot his presence, if no other thing,
Make thee forbeare?
Or were he absent, all the standers by
Are but his spyes:
And well he knows, if thou should'st it deny,
Thy words were lyes.
If others will not, yet I must, and will
My selfe complaine.
My God is here?
Cannot his presence, if no other thing,
Make thee forbeare?
Or were he absent, all the standers by
Are but his spyes:
And well he knows, if thou should'st it deny,
Thy words were lyes.
If others will not, yet I must, and will
My selfe complaine.
My God, even now a base rebellious thought
Began to move,
And subt'ly twining with me would have wrought
Me from thy love:
Faine he would have me to believe, that sinne
And thou might both
Take up my heart together for your Inne,
And neither loth
The others company; a while sit still,
And part againe.
Began to move,
And subt'ly twining with me would have wrought
Me from thy love:
Faine he would have me to believe, that sinne
And thou might both
Take up my heart together for your Inne,
And neither loth
The others company; a while sit still,
And part againe.
Tell me, my God, how this may be redrest:
The fault is great,
And I the guilty party have confest,
I must be beat:
And I refuse not punishment for this,
Though to my paine,
So I may learne to doe no more amisse,
Nor sinne againe.
Correct me, if thou wilt; but teach me then,
What I shall doe.
The fault is great,
And I the guilty party have confest,
I must be beat:
And I refuse not punishment for this,
Though to my paine,
So I may learne to doe no more amisse,
Nor sinne againe.
Correct me, if thou wilt; but teach me then,
What I shall doe.
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Lord of my life, me thinks I heare thee say,
That labour's eas'd:
The fault that is confest, is done away;
And thou art pleas'd.
How can I sinne againe, and wrong thee then
That do'st relent,
And cease thine anger straight, as soon as men
Doe but repent?
No rebell Thought: for if thou move againe,
I'le tell thee too.
That labour's eas'd:
The fault that is confest, is done away;
And thou art pleas'd.
How can I sinne againe, and wrong thee then
That do'st relent,
And cease thine anger straight, as soon as men
Doe but repent?
No rebell Thought: for if thou move againe,
I'le tell thee too.
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