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 Returne. |
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The Returne.
Loe, now my love appeares,
My teares
Have clear'd mine eyes. I see
'Tis he.
Thanks blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell;
And now thou art returned, I am well.
My teares
Have clear'd mine eyes. I see
'Tis he.
Thanks blessed Lord, thine absence was my hell;
And now thou art returned, I am well.
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By this I see I must
Not trust
My joyes unto my selfe:
This shelfe
Of too secure and presumptuous pleasure
Had almost sunke my ship, and drown'd my treasure.
Not trust
My joyes unto my selfe:
This shelfe
Of too secure and presumptuous pleasure
Had almost sunke my ship, and drown'd my treasure.
Who would have thought a joy
So coy,
To be offended so
And go
So suddenly away? as though enjoying
Full pleasure and contentment were annoying.
So coy,
To be offended so
And go
So suddenly away? as though enjoying
Full pleasure and contentment were annoying.
Hereafter I had need
Take heed:
Joyes, amongst other things,
Have wings,
And watch their opportunities of flight;
Converting in a moment day to night.
Take heed:
Joyes, amongst other things,
Have wings,
And watch their opportunities of flight;
Converting in a moment day to night.
But is't enough for me,
To be
Instructed to be wise?
I'le rise,
And reade a lecture unto them that are
Willing to learn, how comfort dwels with care.
To be
Instructed to be wise?
I'le rise,
And reade a lecture unto them that are
Willing to learn, how comfort dwels with care.
He that his joyes would keepe,
Must weepe,
And in the brine of teares
And feares
Must pickle them. That powder will preserve:
Faith with repentance is the soules conserve.
Must weepe,
And in the brine of teares
And feares
Must pickle them. That powder will preserve:
Faith with repentance is the soules conserve.
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Learne to make much of care:
A rare
And precious balsome 'tis
For blisse;
Which oft resides where mirth with sorrow meets.
Heavenly joyes on earth are bitter-sweets.
A rare
And precious balsome 'tis
For blisse;
Which oft resides where mirth with sorrow meets.
Heavenly joyes on earth are bitter-sweets.
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