Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

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A39175	Who shal redeem our* WORTHIES from the grave When he is gone who them alone could save?
A75033	But didst thou dye as fooles, or were thy hands( The Twins of prowesse) braceletted with bands?
A09526	B. Alsop and T. Fawcet,[ London?
A09526	Inter''d with Fame, his Soule to Heauen fled?
A54669	IS Glover dead?
A39651	Celestial Powers, how unconcern''d you are?
A39651	From valiant OSSORY''S ever Loyal Hands What did we not believe?
A39651	Your bleeding Wounds who shall hereafter dress With an indulgent tenderness; Touch''t with a melting Sympathy, Who shall your Wants supply?
A42180	O hone, O hone, Whilst all the Pris''ners sadly run And cry, The Devil rides on Dun?
A42180	The valiant Souldier''s loth to yeild To Death, except it be in Field; And who is he that would not die According to his quality?
A50273	Scarce, is our race begun, Ere half our race is run; The noble prize how very few have won?
A50273	When th''undiscerned hand does snatch us hence, For what goood deed expect we recompence?
A50273	When we are tumbled into dust, What can Fame say, if it be true and just?
A95396	And is a Duty or a Danger neere On Land or Sea, and Noble Deane not there?
A86460	WOuldst thou know who lies here, under This cold Marble?
A86460	Youth met with Beauty weeps; then who forbears To Griefe''s Exchequer to bring in his tears?
A88893	Or make a true description of that fire, That so inflam''d him with a brave desire?
A75368	Could sighs, could groans, could sobbs, or ought revoak, That sudden, fatal, fearfull, deadly stroak?
A75368	Good God, what can, what shall, mans frailty thinke, When thy great goodnese, at this Act did winke?
A75368	The Muses should be summon''d in by force, And spend their All, upon his wounded Coarse, Could measur''d lines, griefs infinit display?
B01561	But what is this to all that he hath done, To th''Towns and Castles he by force hath won?
A78409	Must I alone, unhappy I, When all my dear lov''d Swains are gone, Be doom''d to tarry here alone?
A78409	eng Wollaston, Francis, d. 1685?
A80003	VVhat shall I say?
A85142	But who can write his Storie?
A85142	But why do I Epitomize a Theme In this small Schedule, which deserv''s a Ream?''
A85142	But why do I thus, to inhance Thy prais, Mingle my Cypress with thy spreading Baies?
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A96975	Can We, His Friends, at such a Change complain?
A91771	Alas, and is this all that earth can do?
A91771	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?
A91771	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?
A77717	Did burning heat Consume it?
A77717	That drives all in, Andwilt thou out?
A77717	Wa''st cold?
A40103	Tell me, that I may with my Friend condole?
A40103	These amazing Eyes, Somewhat extr''ord''nary does my Soul surprize; Tell me at once whence these sad Omens flow?
A40103	What Grief resides in dear Menalca''s Soul?
A40103	What means this Horrour?
A40103	and hides the blooming Heads Of Albion''s brightest Stars?
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A89060	In brief, what Age might speak so proud a word, So good a Man, and yet so great a Lord?
A89060	Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
A89060	Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
A89060	what duties can our eyes perform?
B04939	WHO without pale Amazement ponder can The Dissolution of the Frame of Man?
B04940	O anima emigra, Christo moriente quid horres?
A91805	But whither run I?
A91805	Could not all these protect thee, or prevail To fright that coward Death, who oft grew pale To look thee and thy battels in the face?
A91805	In verse:"Is Valiant Essex dead?
A91805	portrait Robert Earle of Essex his Exellence Lord Generall of the Parlimts: Army etc: Lately deceased winged skull IS valiant Essex dead?
A92026	IS the States Atlas dead, whose strongest Brain Held it from Ruine, with his might and main?
B03626	And is our Father, our Restorer dead?
B03626	who''l Peace begin, or mediate in his stead?
B04954	— Quis talia fando temperet à Lachrymis?
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A95392	Could there be so great Guilt on such young Years, That justly could deserve these pious Tears?
A95392	Did the too partial Heavens but lend Thy Sight, Thus to engage us in Eternal Night?
A95392	Did they Thy Life on us at first bestow, Onely to make thee but a Ten Years Show?
A95392	Whoever saw a loaded ear of Corn Not Earth- wards tend?
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B04937	WHat is this World?
B01314	Hath irefull Mars his spightfull influence bent''gainst his owne sonne?
B01314	SAd Prodigy I Can famous valiant Grey Thus silently slide to his bed of Clay?
B01314	What ill aspected Planet then did lowre?
B01314	Which then transcendent in that fatall houre?
B04941	What Heart?
B04941	Why then should we accompt his Gain our Losse?
A92027	But is there not more in good ESSEX''S death Then yet I''ve said?
A92027	CAn Englands noble Champion[ ESSEX] die?
A92027	Can we( whose Shield he was) not sensibly Bewaile our losse of him with weeping eye?
A92027	That kept us safe from hostile Tyrannie) Can he( I say) from us to''s dust depart,( Ne''re to returne) and we not lay''t to heart?
A92027	Who then to grieve will spare the cost, That England such a Peere hath lost?
B02516	1681: IF to some Silent Tomb we laid our Ear, Fancy might such Oraculous Whispers hear; Must Souls with Bodies dye?
B02516	And Honour perish in a bed of dust?
B02516	Then did our Marquess,( to his High Renown) Bravely advise still to defend the Town?
B02516	must Virtue rust?
B03976	And can you stop the Currant of your Tears, And not Beflood your selves o''re Head and Ears?
B03976	Have we a Jewel lost, more worth by far Than Affrica and both the Indies are?
B03976	UNsluce your Tears for Shame: what can you keep Your Eyes within their Sockets, and not Weep?
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B04934	Wherefore GOD takes thee home, where now thou sings Grave, wher''s they conquest?
B04934	death where are thy stings?
A39263	ASke you, what''s by this Marble meant?
A39263	But why miscall we''t sicknesse or disease, Which is his Conduct to aeternall ease?
A39263	Friend, I am gone, There nothing lies but dust and stone: Would''st thou be here?
A39263	I''m far before Would''st be where I Now happy rest?
A39263	KNock not, but enter; why do''st fear?
A39263	What shall I call my Passion then, who have Bury''d more then one Heaven in his Grave?
A39263	Why at the door Do''st stand and talk?
A39263	Why should''st thou now from all thy joyes descend, Unblesse thy selfe, so to reblesse thy friend?
A86613	BUt who''s that comely sanguine Peer Which on her heart- side walks so neer?
A86613	But is great Sakvile dead?
A86613	Do we Him lack, And will not all the Elements wear black?
A86613	IS''t so?
A86613	VVHat Object''s that which I behold Dazzling my eyes with gemms and Gold?
B04341	And rob those rare Excellencies of earth; What fatall planet; placed in the Skye Durst thus tryumph?
B04341	Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
B04341	Mercer, William, 1605?-1676?
B04341	What Trophees can Be then Created: for so rare a Man?
B04341	What cruell destinie Durst dare to meddle, or molest thy Spirit, Which did all Vertues to the full inherit?
A90651	Alas( Great Lord) what Urne is fit for thee?
A90651	What Dole of Obelisqu''s shall wee entrust To stand as Alphabets unto his Dust?
A90651	What Gummes or Spices shall wee now prepare T''enshrine his Dust?
A90651	What Heaps of Palme and Laurell shall wee lay As Chaplets drop''d upon his livelesse Clay?
A90651	What Springs of Teares shall we disburse?
A90651	what Terse Curld Metaphors now stick upon his Hearse?
A94732	And did in Love thus suffer one to fall That Charles by Treaty might not ruine all?
A94732	But can the Dragons taile prevaile so far As to sweep down to th''dust of death a star Of such a magnitude?
A94732	For who''l expect that Treaty should doe good VVhose longer date commenc''t in Rainsbroughs blood?
A94732	Is there a righteous God?
A94732	Will not bold Atheists question providence And conclude''gainst a Deity from hence?
A94732	and could he see, A naked, single valour, charg''d by three Arm''d furies, and not draw his own, nor lend A sword into the hand of such a friend?
A94732	such rayes?
A94732	whether wilt thou flie For succour, when both heaven and earth deny To be thy second?
A94732	whose sphaeare was in the heart of God, and only there?
B05880	But soft, Must CROMVVELL to an Abbey goe?
B05880	Knew Hee not too- too- well the Tromperies, The fond Fripperies of the Friaries, Dull Abbey- lubbers glutt''nous Luxury?
B05880	Like Agrippina art Thou upon it set To cry Occidar modò Imperet?
B05880	The name of Abbeys is to Cromwell''s Foe:''T is true, That Nobles zeal was very hot; According unto Knowledge, Was it not?
B05880	To gain thy Dirt- Bloud Off- spring Heavenly Crowns Without a Tear courting their heavy wounds?
B05880	Why we serve Thee thus?
A39912	Dear Mother: — O — where, where are you?
A39912	For why?
A39912	The Husband: — my poor Wife, — where''s she?
A39912	Who is not now on fire to walk the round, Of the new desolated ground?
A39912	Who knows, but she, ere long, a Phoenix, may, Spring from those Ashes, bright as day?
A39912	Who with devouring Fire can longer dwell?
A39912	Yet, different here: — for multitudes were fled, Whether alive( who knows?)
A39912	or dead?
A39912	where is he?
A39912	— Home, did I call''t?
A39912	— where''s my Brother?
B02572	But what''s the cause, in this confused noise, So few speak right, few smite upon the thigh?
B02572	Few get by heart the tabring Turtles Voice; What have I done?
B02572	Is it I?
B02572	Must I be strip''d then of my choice Attire?
B02572	My Strength is not as Stones, nor Flesh as Brass; Why am I broke as Shards, or abject Glass?
B02572	Thy standing''s founded as on Mounts of Brass: What mean such out- cries for a broken Glass?
B02572	To offer Isaac, is an heavy Trial: Must I be season''d thus with Salt and Fire?
B02572	Who can the Test of such Refinings bear?
B02572	how diff''rent are our thoughts and ways From God our Lord''s, that are so far above?
B02572	who then shall live when God appears?
B02572	who''ll sow, and send the feet of Oxe and Ass, Besides all Waters, as did painful Glass?
A85199	Free in discourse, morall, as well divine: Who knew thy worth?
A85199	How Rose- like was each look Of his?
A85199	How grave?
A85199	How sweet?
A85199	Then who can hope to build for him a shrine, Or speak him dead in Verse?
A85199	Then, what need I attend thy Reverend hearse With Elegies, when eyes drop balme and verse?
A85199	Tolling out tones, as if it bad farewell To some one parting hence?
A85199	What need a Diamond lustre have a foil?
A85199	What though his worth hath built his worth a Shrine?
A85199	What tongue can answer give for such a losse?
A85199	Whither?
A85199	Who could be confident of this?
A85199	Who knows not?
A85199	Why moves this Bell?
A85199	impiety''t would be: That thou shouldst dye, and none ask what was he?
A85199	since he is gone, To attend heavens Court, glad not with such connexion; Since thou art gone, who moans not this his fate?
A85199	what means this dolesome knell?
A85199	why rings it out?
B05113	Ah?
B05113	And could he dye, and yet no blazing Star, Or Comet( usually portending VVar,) Presage his Death?
B05113	And wherefore Lord( when as the Harvest''s large,) Remov''st thou those, who''re faithful in their charge?
B05113	But why digress I thus?
B05113	Cruel DEATH, could thy impartial Dart Be Level''d at, and pierce good JANEWAYS, Heart?
B05113	Death where''s thy Sting?
B05113	Es 〈 ◊ 〉 supremae te ● ● get consinia metae Hic Dixis Merti cur mihi tarda venis?
B05113	I dare not show VVould''st know his Name?
B05113	No: great JANEWAY''S dead: whose name ev''n struck Such fear, that( nam''d) the Throne o ● darkness shook?
B05113	Or, wer''t solic''ted by the Pow''rs below,( Who fear''d Subversion, and an overthrow)?
B05113	VVhen faithful Labourers are so scarce, then will Their Nunber lessen, and diminish still?
B05113	WHat is''t( Spectator) thou would''st see, or know Who''s here Inter''d?
B05113	Was he so fair and tempting to thine Eye, That thou did''st long, and take?
B05113	What ai ● es my Heart, that thus with fear it quakes?
B05113	What?
B05113	Whither, whither, into what Abyss Of Sorrow, and unfatom''d Grief, is this In which my troubled Soul is plung''d?
B05113	and shall he now depart VVithout the sighs, and sobs, of ev''ry heart?
B05113	hast thou forsook Thy Earthly House of Clay?
B05113	hath Black Dis, and the Infernal Gods, Let loose those Hellish Fiends, confin''d to lye In that Infernal place Eternally?
B05113	have the Furyes with their hissing Snakes, And flaming Torches, left their Dark abodes?
B05113	or was''t that he In this respect made like to Christ might be?
B05113	what Seas Of terrour causing( what strange) thoughts are these?
A96944	And know we not, God is more wise by far, And more indulgent then our parents are?
A96944	Are we not happyest when we least desire, And nothing that''s below the sunne admire?
A96944	Art thou imprison''d?
A96944	Art thou injur''d?
A96944	HAve you observ''d a Cedar wonderous straight?
A96944	How many Scotch Bawbies, cast in account, Would to the Talents David left amount?
A96944	I Lov''d thee dearly Brother I confesse; And shall I now begin to love thee lesse?
A96944	If Sheba paid his head for his tongues fault, what deserves Britanicus to pay for his pen and trumpet?
A96944	Is there never a wise woman in London?
A96944	My length but halfe a foote, my Body small, How could I stay Ships, under sayle so tall?
A96944	What are our sinnes when such as Lindsey fall?
A96944	Who is''t hath done the cause more right, then they?
A96944	Why should that rich tombe Cleopatra please, Since Vipers have such noble tombes as these?
A96944	Why should we vex at Salmons guiltles thunder, Since emulous man, hath framed a greater wonder?
A96944	Would he submit himselfe to Caesars Law, Who was a King?
A96944	must not his subjects draw?
A96944	what can subjects say?
A30403	And Laurels wanting for so many are?
A30403	And others want the Favours that they have?
A30403	And tho''we''re less than these in Birth and Skill, Much less, why may n''t some God be tender still?
A30403	As Tereus, Philomela serv''d when Young?
A30403	Beware, regard the Instances I''ve told, Rather be timerous, my Book, than bold; What if thy Verse before the People lies?
A30403	For what, when he performs his Offerings, Pray?
A30403	How come the Boughs thus artfully to meet?
A30403	How does he sport with greatest Monarchs Pow''r?
A30403	If Wit alone Commands, and makes a Slave, How many Thousands must Clarinda have?
A30403	Is it because perpetual Triumph''s here?
A30403	Oh why?
A30403	Or is it Holy- day?
A30403	Or shall we pious, ancient Cloysters Curse, Because Maids talk of Sweet Hearts, or of worse?
A30403	Others be safe, that do, what Ovid writ?
A30403	SAy, thou damn''d Disturber of my Rest, Thou Pratling Swallow, worst of all thy Nest, How shall I Punish thee?
A30403	Shall Ovid suffer, while he wou''d Delight?
A30403	Shall stammering Mimicks then Protected live?
A30403	Ships big as Mountains, thro''the Seas have steer''d, But Balls I thought, the Waves had always fear''d; What Drink can I in Briny Waters find?
A30403	Tell me, ye Gods,( she said) for you must know, Whose Eyes discover Fate in Embrio, What makes the poor Europa Tremble so?
A30403	Thunder out Battels, Wars, not whine out Love?
A30403	WHat Youth, unskill''d in Pyrrha''s Wanton Art, Offers his Love, and gives thee all his Heart?
A30403	WHat will the Poet ask the Gods to day?
A30403	WHile I was welcome to my Lydia''s Arms, And no smooth Youth had any Part, How did I Prize my Lydia''s melting Charms?
A30403	What Meat?
A30403	What Royal Boy your Hapiness attend, With joys that Iccius always Mov''d?
A30403	What if my former Love returns again?
A30403	What if you had a well- bred Visit paid?
A30403	What lovely Virgin shall Entreat my Friend, Rob''d of the Charming Youth she lov''d?
A30403	What tho''by Reading I''m unfortunate?
A30403	When he, ne''er us''d to swelling Seas before, Looks back, and sees the dear deserted Shoar, How often will he Weep his Wretched Fate?
A30403	Where?
A30403	Whether I''m melancholly still, or No?
A30403	Whether my Health e''ent injur''d by my Fate, And I grown old, and bend beneath the Weight?
A30403	Who now Affirms that Floods may n''t backwards Run?
A30403	Who was e''er Rougher than Achilles was?
A30403	Why are these Gates, I said, with Laurels set?
A30403	Why did my Tutor teach me as he did?
A30403	Why do you urge me?
A30403	Why has the Deep her Mouth unkindly shut?
A30403	Why shou''d I go, I said, to Scythia?
A30403	Why was a Fault unhappily thus told?
A30403	YE Gods, whose Power the roughest Torrent finds, Conduct our Ship, half Ruin''d by the Winds, Why shou''d your Wrath, with Caesar''s, be encreas''d?
A30403	for I''ll no more Endure thy Early Noise, as heretofore; What if I Clipt thy Wings?
A30403	or Cut thy Tongue?
A30403	or this a Sign, How happy all the People are in him?
A30403	what boyst''rous, strange, unheard of Winds, Blackens the Sea, and shakes the quicker Sands?
A30403	whither shou''d I go?
A30403	why did I learn to Read?
A30403	why did these Eyes behold?
A29640	A Lack, good young Lord Hastings, is he dead?
A29640	All die in one so young, so small?
A29640	An quia pulcher erat, primaeque in Flore Iuventae Parca fuit teneri capta decore viri?
A29640	An quod amant Iuvenum pasci Exanthemata Flore, Signavit niveam Pustula rubra cutem?
A29640	And in his Urn, our hopes, thus, buried?
A29640	And shall not we come in,( who share i''th''smart) In your sad consort, to lament our part?
A29640	And what?
A29640	And, as at some mens Fall, why did not His In Nature work a Metamorphosis?
A29640	At his Nativity, what angry Star Malignant Influences flung so far?
A29640	At quid amator eras?
A29640	Beauty and Learning thus together meet, To bring a Winding for a Wedding- sheet?
A29640	Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
A29640	But stay — What voice was that?
A29640	But what could he, good man, although he bruis''d All Herbs, and them a thousand ways infus''d?
A29640	Desideratiùs quis unquam vixerit, Poterítve flebiliùs mori?
A29640	Did not his Look, his Voice and Deed, With full commerce of Pleasure feed Your Sense and Soul?
A29640	Didst thou sleep, Hymen?
A29640	Do the Orbs sleep in silence?
A29640	HOw comes this press of People to this place, Oppress''d with inward Anguish?
A29640	Hast not a vein for Verse?
A29640	Heu quanta est rigidi dura inclementia Fati?
A29640	How could we hope t''enjoy him, being one, Whose new profane Opinion says, There''s none?
A29640	How doth it glow With fresh Illapses of the purest Light, Free from the Bondage of chill Sense and Night?
A29640	How long a search, ere she can finde one out, Second to him?
A29640	How shall a female brest be able then, To bear a shock might shake the best of men?
A29640	IS there a bright Star faln from this our Sphere, Yet none sets out some newer Kalender?
A29640	If Merit be Disease, if Vertue Death; To be Good, Not to be; who''d then bequeath Himself to Discipline?
A29640	If the tall Cedars must be Levell''d, why Should humble Shrubs expect Security?
A29640	Is Death( Sin''s wages) Grace''s now?
A29640	Is he said to decease, That raigns in Glory now, and lives in Peace?
A29640	Is the Scheme Struck dumb at th''apprehension of the Theme?
A29640	MUst Noble Hastings Immaturely die,( The Honour of his ancient Family?)
A29640	May we not fall some drops thereat?
A29640	Must She, With him expiring, feel Mortality?
A29640	Must Vertue prove Death''s Harbinger?
A29640	Must all these ag''d Sires in one Funeral Expire?
A29640	Must then old three- legg''d gray- beards with their Gout, Catarrhs, Rheums, Aches, live three Ages out?
A29640	None live, but such as should die?
A29640	Nonne vides Flores excindi tempore Verno?
A29640	O had he di''d of old, how great a strife Had been, who from his Death should draw their Life?
A29640	One Jewel set off with so many a Foil?
A29640	Or can not milder Heaven one Influence throw, To make one thing Glorious and Lasting too?
A29640	Or finde what''s Just or Sense?
A29640	Or were these Gems sent to adorn his Skin, The Cab''net of a richer Soul within?
A29640	Procedam ulterius?
A29640	Quomodo virtutes comprendam Epicedia scribens Carmine, quas nullus vel numerare potis?
A29640	Replenish''d then with such rare Gifts as these, Where was room left for such a Foul Disease?
A29640	Sed cum Nestoreis fuerat dignissimus annis, Tam citò cur tetricis praeda deabus erat?
A29640	Shall I be silent then, not to relate The Grievance of my Minde for this sad Fate?
A29640	Shall I the arms of Sorrow ever bear Crost bout my Skeleton?
A29640	Shall we meet With none but Ghostly Fathers in the Street?
A29640	So many Spots, like naeves, our Venus soil?
A29640	Speak, what art thou?
A29640	The Fountain dri''d, how should the Chanel run?
A29640	The Mirrour of our Age, Lord Hastings dead?
A29640	Thus the great Hastings di''d; The Young- mens Glory, and the Scholars Pride; Envie''s just Zenith — But why should I lament his death?
A29640	Vertue and Knowledge now for Monsters go: To grope out Truth henceforth, how shall we do?
A29640	WHat Soil is this, where nothing that is good, Nor Vertues branch, can live, nor Beauties bud?
A29640	WHat make I here?
A29640	WHat?
A29640	Was ever such a Son as he?)
A29640	Was he not purest, fairest, wisest, best?
A29640	Was there no milder way but the Small Pox, The very Filth''ness of Pandora''s Box?
A29640	What Advocate will dare to justifie, Or Story match, this Matchless Tyranny?
A29640	What Caput Algols, and what dire Aspects Occasioned so Tragical Effects?
A29640	What Sin unexpiated in this Land Of Groans, hath guided so severe a hand?
A29640	What cou''d you wish your Son?
A29640	What man is he, that hath not Heaven beguil''d, And is not thence mistaken for a Childe?
A29640	What ravishing Transports now Seize on that Intellect?
A29640	What though our loss be great; so great, that none In our Age has exceeded it, but One?
A29640	Who calls?
A29640	Who can be silent now, or so dull grown, Not to have sense?
A29640	Why should we mourn then?
A29640	Why was not th''Air drest in Prodigions forms, To groan in Thunder, and to weep in Storms?
A29640	Why were your Torches lighted in their Eyes?
A29640	Within thy Circuit, could none other please Thy Palate: Was thy Thirst so great, That, onely, Noble Blood must quench the Heat?
A29640	and shall mine eye Be like Aquarius Pitcher, never dry?
A29640	how can it but please us?
A29640	how ill this place befits A Shrub, to sprout i''th''Lebanon of Wits?
A29640	or art lately grown T''affect the Subterranean Region?
A29640	shall Art Make us more Learned, onely to depart?
A29640	when these few words An Argument wide, as the World affords, Of Grief?
A29640	who calls?
A29640	who''d not esteem Labour a Crime, Study Self- murther deem?
A29640	will my cloudy forehead never clear?
A61970	( Or shal I hold my peace, not speak my fears?)
A61970	A word of comfort; say, where''s such another Patron?
A61970	AN justus periit?
A61970	Abstinet a lacrymis quis jam?
A61970	And Moon and Stars to rule the day be prest?
A61970	And all take Boat, and all have over- lay?
A61970	And at thy will all rivers change their streams?
A61970	And back again unto my Palace haste?
A61970	And night shine forth with Phoebus orient beams?
A61970	And now O death, can thee no prayer melt, Wherein the highest God such sweetness smelt?
A61970	And why among the dead dost thou enquire For these that live?
A61970	Ast periit justus, dici hunc periisse licebit?
A61970	At nunquam?
A61970	Atque oculos?
A61970	But how may we lament, to see Gods hand, Thus snatch this great and good man from our Land?
A61970	But if that Adam must no more return, Why should I break up Barnardistons urn?
A61970	But shall I thus have done?
A61970	But whither runs my pen?
A61970	Can the thousand thousands raise no higher?
A61970	Could neither faith nor faithfulness find grace?
A61970	Could not integrity and truth him save( With Hezekiah) from the greedy grave?
A61970	Could sacred Piety, that adorn''d his mind, The grace of heart and life, no pitty finde?
A61970	Doe I delude the sons of men, when loath To mind or love me, I them wooe, and pray To daine acceptance of me, that they may Be wel, and pleased here?
A61970	Drop of my selfe, eternally my Dear,( Distance away) draw to this bosome near; Lo here, thy elder Brother, did''st not long To see thy Jesus?
A61970	Father?
A61970	Fortè sepulchrales mens est invisere sedes, Et veterum exuvias; ossaque spectra times?
A61970	Friend?
A61970	God saith, Give me my gem, who shall say nay?
A61970	Hadst thou no white, but innocencies heart, Whereat to level this thy forked dart?
A61970	Hark, Reader, hast thou ever seen what Grace, What Majesty was seated in his face?
A61970	His faith?
A61970	How can I make a Verse, who want my Feet?
A61970	How do''st thou think shall we Deport our selves, when we no Sun can see?
A61970	How low''s this Chore?
A61970	How now grim Death, whence cometh thus thy rage?
A61970	Inquire whose good?
A61970	Is this th''Almighties praise that now I heare?
A61970	Is''t possible?
A61970	It seems God gives and takes, who can gainsay?
A61970	Jehovah, thy acceptance I admire: Is all the powers of Saints and Angels joyn''d Beneath thy love, and glory thus confin''d?
A61970	Musa ▪ perantiquum quid petis aegra locum?
A61970	Must all( O Charon) thee thy ferriage pay?
A61970	No twinkling Star, none serve thee but the Sun, Thus to eclipse?
A61970	Nor friendly love keep off thy Serjeants Mace?
A61970	Now he hath lately left the world, shall I Foolishly modest, suffer his to die?
A61970	Oh quoties& quae nobis memoranda locutus Digna velut clavo maneant infixa trabali?
A61970	Or shal the Sun run retrograde above?
A61970	Pull down the Temples pillar, quench the fire That Heaven''s sent, and did to Heaven aspire?
A61970	QUote corripis, viator, properans?
A61970	Quem non gementem audies?
A61970	Quid non fata regunt?
A61970	Quid stas?
A61970	Quoties dextram( Venerande) benignam Tu mihi, quàm gratos amplexus saepe dedisti, Nulli ementitos?
A61970	Quòte, maesta pedes?
A61970	Repine not at his change, would you again Hear him complaining under sin, and pain?
A61970	Resound a Barm''stons name, can not that breath Which silenc''d other Rivals, silence Death?
A61970	SHal such Friends dye, and my Muse idle bee?
A61970	SIccin''abis?
A61970	Shal I not once within this vale of tears?
A61970	Shal I not see his presence?
A61970	Shal brazen mountains with a blast remove?
A61970	Shal morning o''pe her purple door i''th VVest?
A61970	Shal the graves prison your free choyse prevent, And break a priviledge of Parliament?
A61970	Si quis; qui bonus,& pius est?
A61970	Singula quid memorem?
A61970	So self- denying?
A61970	Tene quid abripiet nobis?
A61970	Thou Paracelsus, who didst vainly please Thy self, to boast with thine Elixar''s art To make a man immortal?
A61970	Titulo te posse carere Ergone Marmoreo?
A61970	VVhat aylest thou, O Muse, bereft of mind?
A61970	VVhat mean these words, these empty puffes of wind?
A61970	Vita fugis mortem?
A61970	WHat Marble now is dry?
A61970	What God doth own, wilt thou detain as thine?
A61970	What is''t to hear a wife, or children cry, Should such a father, such a husband dye?
A61970	What mean''st( O Muse) and whither dost thou wend?
A61970	What rarest Oratour, or Poet can Set forth the use, or losse of such a man?
A61970	What, could''st finde none but th''Phoenix of our age, To exercise thy cruelty upon?
A61970	When of thy passion wilt thou make an end?
A61970	Whence this thy hate to break our Rule and Line, To take our Pattern from''s that was Divine?
A61970	Where are you all, who while he was alive Own''d none but him, your representative?
A61970	Where is He now that Lazarus did raise?
A61970	Where is the widow of Sarepta''s praise, That might in flaming Chariot let him ride With him to heaven?
A61970	Where were yee Galen and Hippocrates?
A61970	Where''s such an Husband?
A61970	Who shall resist his will?
A61970	Why fel he not upon Elisha''s herse, That could the dead againe to life reverse?
A61970	Wilt thou presume on Sion Mount to stand, And Heavens scepter sway in thy right hand?
A61970	Wilt thou thus wrong( oh death) the Publick weale?
A61970	Wouldst know thy mettal?
A61970	Yee see what God hath done, and who may have Like liberty to take, as he that gave?
A61970	a Saint so good?
A61970	an quò via ducit, in aedem?
A61970	can nothing then asswage Thy savage fury, and thy direful rage?
A61970	can such stupidity Remaine in me, and I not dead with thee?
A61970	could''st that part Have acted here, or some years lusters more, Have added to his lives lease?
A61970	dici hunc periisse licebit?
A61970	doe I deserve That slight and scorn, that dust and ashes serve Me daily with?
A61970	how Faint''s this eccho here?
A61970	how can it be?
A61970	just?
A61970	licet aut componere parvis Maxima?
A61970	meditaris morte fugamne?
A61970	meek?
A61970	or Brother?
A61970	or to the life, let''s see, What by thy death we''ave lost, in loosing thee?
A61970	or who can warble forth Thy praises due?
A61970	seest thou not the throng Of crowned Saints about thee, that rejoyce To joyn thee to their Chore, who with their voyce, My everlasting praise do sing?
A61970	shal I never more observe that eye, Intently lifted up unto the skie?
A61970	so kinde?
A61970	such an heavenly minde?
A61970	the Leprous scales of sin, Have they more weight of joy then what''s within The spangles of thy Crown?
A61970	then shall not we Our tears pour forth, at this solemnity?
A61970	thy Lot ▪ Does it not fill thy heart, fulfill my Oath?
A61970	turgentia guttis Lumina quis non fert?
A61970	which of the two, The lower wilderness of thorns and woe, Or this eternal gallery of love VVould''st chuse thy walk?