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.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| A68256 | And see''st thou one to wrath that''s much inclind? |
| A68256 | And what''s our calling, but the Lords command? |
| A68256 | Art thou within boord there? |
| A68256 | Balam makes answere, Must I not take heedo To speake, but what the Lord hath sure decreede? |
| A68256 | But how shall I this know? |
| A68256 | For why? |
| A68256 | Good Ioseph saith, shall I commit this thing, And so offend my God by trespassing? |
| A68256 | If thou canst say, why did I thus offend; Against this gratious God, thus good, thus kind? |
| A68256 | Marke this, good Christian, and this Rule ● ● ist try, Woul''dst thou thy heart keepe soft continually? |
| A68256 | May be thou lt thinke, why may not, I, as they, So sinne, and liue? |
| A68256 | Seest thou a man is given much to sweare? |
| A68256 | Stocks, Stones,& Beasts, each one of them''s a creature And thou no more; But wilt thou better be? |
| A68256 | The Righteous sinns not, cause he feareth God: The Wicked sinns not; Why? |
| A68256 | The Scripture saith, in Amos, you may reade; Can two together walke, not well agreede? |
| A68256 | To Christ the yong man comes, and thus he sayn, Master, What shall I doe heaven to obtayne? |
| A68256 | What doft thou gayne, by hearing of that same, That might reviue thy soule in troublous state, If Gods Word hearing thou forgetst it streight? |
| A68256 | What gaynes the man, that finds the wood, which might Him cherrish in a cold and frosty night, If home he bring it not( I doe enquire?) |
| A68256 | When Balack said, what hast thou done to me? |
| A68256 | Yea wicked Balaam cryed, I can not goe Beyond Gods word, to doe or lesse or moe; And why? |
| A38677 | A sixt figures a Landskip of a pleasant Country, vvith houses, corne,& c. invaded by beggerly people, and for Motto, BARBARUS HAS SEGETES? |
| A38677 | A third figures an armed man, presenting a sword to a Bishops breast, with VISNE EPISCOPARE? |
| A38677 | And how can we represent the winds( which serve for bodies of very excellent Devises) if we be not permitted to adde a head to them? |
| A38677 | First of a false Diamant with th ● se words, POUR QUOY M''AS TU DELAISSE? |
| A38677 | HOw could I style, or thinke my selfe a Friend To thee or Learning, should I not commend This curious Piece of thine? |
| A38677 | How many Devises of Kings, Princes,& Persons of quality, do we see wholy replenished with devotion? |
| A38677 | How many mysticall and sacred ones are there in his first Tome, as well of the Holy Crosse, as of the blessed Sacrament? |
| A38677 | Is not that( I pray) a figure of a goodly apparence and proportionate to a gallant and magnanimous designe? |
| A38677 | Is not this design commendable, and doth it nor savour of Gallantry? |
| A38677 | Is not this to compose a Chymera, and forge to ones selfe a fantasticall monster, by joyning in one body the nature of a bird to that of a beast? |
| A38677 | On the Kings party, one beares for his Cornet- Devise Saint Michael killing the Dragon for the figure, and for Motto, QUIS UT DEUS? |
| A38677 | SE SANTA SEI, conclude, SE SANTA SEI, PER CHE MI FAI MORIRE? |
| A38677 | What Ensigne, Armes, or Action that aspires, But, to compleat it, an Imprése requires? |
| A38677 | What generous Soule will in a noble way His Mistresse Court, and not his wit display In some Devise? |
| A38677 | Will you have an example of it, taken out of our Author Bargagli? |
| A38677 | that is, if thou beest holy( as thy name imports, and the figure 66) why dost thou kill me? |
| A38677 | the meaning th ● r of being DY- AMANT FAUX, POUR QUOY M''AS TU DELAISSL ● False lover, why hast thou forsaken me? |
| A35217 | And of their Portions, rob''d the Fatherless? |
| A35217 | And persecuted others, for that Sin, Which they themselves, had more transgressed in? |
| A35217 | And plucking off their tops, as though for Posies He gather''d Violets, or toothless Roses? |
| A35217 | And they, that unto airy Titles clime Or tire themselves in hording up of Treasures? |
| A35217 | Dost thou hope, thine Honours, or thy Gold, Shall gain thee Love? |
| A35217 | HOw Fond are they, who spend their pretious Time In still pursuing their deceiving Pleasures? |
| A35217 | How can they prize the power of his Anointed? |
| A35217 | How many Lawyers, wealthy men are grown, By taking Fees for Causes overthrown By their defaults? |
| A35217 | How many worthless men, are great become, By that, which they have stoln, or cheated from Their Lords? |
| A35217 | How many, have assisted to condemn Poor souls, for what was never stoln by them? |
| A35217 | How many, without fear, Do rob the King, and God, yet blameless are? |
| A35217 | IF truly temperate thou be, Why should this Lot be drawn by thee? |
| A35217 | Or, that thou hast her heart, Whose hand upon thy tempting Bait laies hold? |
| A35217 | Or, that we either were to travel down To uncouth Depths, or up some heights unknown? |
| A35217 | Or, to some place remote, whose nearest end Is farther then Earths limits do extend? |
| A35217 | Quid si sic? |
| A35217 | Turn Brave,& get him Stilts to seem the higher? |
| A35217 | WHat means this Country peasant, skipping here Through prickling Thistles with such joyful cheer? |
| A35217 | WHat though an Apish- Pigmy, in attire, His Dwarfish Body Gyant- like, array? |
| A35217 | WHy, with a trembling faintness, should we fear The face of Death? |
| A35217 | What meaneth it, but only to express How great a joy, well grounded Patientness Retains in Suff''rings? |
| A35217 | What would so doing, handsome him I pray? |
| A35217 | Why tremblest not? |
| A35217 | Yet, censur''d other''s Errours, as if none Had cause to say, that they amiss have done? |
| A35217 | and fondly linger here, As if we thought the Voyage to be gone Lay through the shades of Styx or Acheron? |
| A35217 | and what sport she makes, When she her Journey through Affliction takes? |
| A35217 | or( by some practices unjust) From those, by whom they had been put in trust? |
| A35217 | which way shall I go? |
| A07653 | A donde huyras misero y desuenturado? |
| A07653 | A la hacha ingloria, O al hombre poderoso? |
| A07653 | A quien daras la gloria, Del golpe gran y marauilloso? |
| A07653 | Adonde estas Adam? |
| A07653 | Ahi pobre idolatra que te puede aiudar La legna, o piedra, o el oro, o la plata? |
| A07653 | Alla secure? |
| A07653 | Assi Dios por su boz, los ha bien conbidados Ma si todos no vienen, de quien se han de quexar? |
| A07653 | At tu, qui subdt furiata mente recusus, Quid quereris, Mortis si cadis in laqueos? |
| A07653 | Aulae mille inter laruas vbi fidus Aehates Regum? |
| A07653 | Chi ere''s tu o huom''ch''a Dio responsare Osas, e i suoi Giuditij ardito riformare, Quando non vengon ben''al tuo appetito? |
| A07653 | Chin''aurá pietá poiches''en''fan''indigni? |
| A07653 | Cur naeuosi obiecta notis specularia vultus Turpiter ingratus lucidiora spuis? |
| A07653 | Cur negat in loculis animum posuisse, caducas Sollicito tantùm corde sequutus opes? |
| A07653 | Cur, age, sic instas operi, sanctumque laborem Ipsa tua celeras, Dux generosa, manu? |
| A07653 | D''i quali sempe vá le voluptá cercando, Di chi si piangerá se si truoua sopreso Di lacci della morte, che nel camin''l''attese? |
| A07653 | Del? |
| A07653 | Demens: ingratum quem vana superbia reddit: Nescis, non propria luce micare facem? |
| A07653 | Disiectas moles,& saxa minantia saxis, Littora remigijs quid tremefacta quatis? |
| A07653 | Dissolui quoties voluit compagine Paulus? |
| A07653 | Donc quel remede à tel arbre am ● nder, Si qu''estant bon les fruicts semblables rende? |
| A07653 | E di scampar la man''a cui tutto cede? |
| A07653 | E non sij gia presto, per farn''anchor giustitia? |
| A07653 | Ecquid diuitijs incumbis auare? |
| A07653 | Es terrestris Adam? |
| A07653 | Euphrosyne charitum iam dudum auers a tuetur: Curuis, exprobrans, commemorare datum: Vino praecone tui memores fecisse merendo? |
| A07653 | Fortuna omnipotens, quid ineluctabile fatum, Nos premere arbitrio aut clarificare queunt? |
| A07653 | God knowes the heart, and meind of man, Whey thus his wiked person than? |
| A07653 | Hoc mjrum tibi num, redamare videtur amantem? |
| A07653 | ITALICE A chi darai la gloria d''hauer cosi tagliato, D''vn colpo solo, d''vn arbor''il gran ramo? |
| A07653 | Iddio? |
| A07653 | Ie suis la medicine, ou emplasteea tous maux: A quoy me voulez vous? |
| A07653 | Ingens ficus erat, qua se contexerat Adam, Iam reus, ac sperans, posse latere Deum: Frnstra quae haec igitur corruptae insania menti? |
| A07653 | Is this not a wiket Man? |
| A07653 | Iusticiae viuo fonte requiris aquas? |
| A07653 | L''homme endurcy, par son orgueil deceu, Dit que son oeuure au ciel le iustifie, O fol qu''as tu que tu n''ayes receu? |
| A07653 | Las, que peut- on d''v ● tel couard penser? |
| A07653 | Le sainct Escrit seul bon, droit, iuste& vray Faut- il oster pource qu''aux malins fache? |
| A07653 | Lectio quid prodest Legis, si turgida fastu Reppleat insano pectora cognitio? |
| A07653 | Legibus an Diuûm, rutilo an dominaberis orbi: Terrarum imperium si tibi sorte datum? |
| A07653 | Ma che guadagno fó di tan dura giornata? |
| A07653 | Mais sa raison, sur laquelle il se fonde, Lui dit tousiours, Penses tu qu''● lle voye? |
| A07653 | Mais vn qui court auant au poing la lance, Et pres du but r ● culle& desauance, Peut- on auoir d''vn plus láche coeur signe? |
| A07653 | Mas los qui no quieren venis, Ni tan benigna boz oyr, De quien se auran de quexar? |
| A07653 | Noë cur Lapithae exeritis sarmenta, putando? |
| A07653 | Otia coelestis patriae num su ● crahet audax Hostis? |
| A07653 | Où sera donc del''homme le merite? |
| A07653 | Pelle trabem propriam, festucam hinc eijce amici: Crimina castigans cur sceleratus homo es? |
| A07653 | Pensi tu ch''Iddio il cui occhio per tutto Vide, il tuo cor non habbi conosciuto? |
| A07653 | Perche do fuggir pensi l''occhio che tutto vede? |
| A07653 | Perche spender danari do null''e la sestanza? |
| A07653 | Piangersi? |
| A07653 | Por la campana todos son bien llmados, Mas si todos no vienen, quien la puede accusar? |
| A07653 | Qualis amor superum? |
| A07653 | Que faites vous plus que les peagers, Si vous aymez seulement voz amis? |
| A07653 | Que te aproue chara la mundan vana gloria De honor y de riquezas, y reputacion? |
| A07653 | Que veut donc Christ de luy en ce passage? |
| A07653 | Qui de tout vice& mal es abatu, Et neantmoins veux autruy corriger? |
| A07653 | Qui fait cela? |
| A07653 | Qui te tot numeris hominum, ah quid legibus exples Quin satiet mentem spiritualis amor? |
| A07653 | Quid enim sanguinis necessitudine iucundius, quid amabilius esse poterit? |
| A07653 | Quid faculā tibi laeua, librum quid dextra reuoluit? |
| A07653 | Quid librorum ingens in flat farrago tumentem? |
| A07653 | Quid scopuli Euboici, Syries, vltorve Caphareus, Quid nimbi, aut tumidis Scylla charybdis aquis? |
| A07653 | Quid sibitrans corpus durum miser abdidit ensem, Eripiens vitam, quam dare nemo potest? |
| A07653 | Quid vastatis agros, populantibus omnio flammis? |
| A07653 | Quid, nisi crudeli possim me perdere letho, Nec tamen ad vitam vi remeare mea? |
| A07653 | Quien podra turbar los fieles, Qu''en ciel por fe son confirmados? |
| A07653 | Quis furor, hostiles in Christum armare caternas, Et nececrudeli perdere velle pios? |
| A07653 | Quo cultus vitis, nisi brachia iunxerit vlmus? |
| A07653 | Quo tibi mors Christi, meritis nisi vita probatur? |
| A07653 | Quò fugis, incerto mutans vestigia gressu? |
| A07653 | Sciocco che fai? |
| A07653 | Sciocco insensato, a qual fin quel labore, Di cauarti quel pozzo dal qual altro non hai, Che mil difficulta, vani pensier''e guai? |
| A07653 | Sed mihi quid tanti referunt, nisi damna, labores? |
| A07653 | Senza preti o labor vin''e latte comprando: Perche vi faticare senz''vlla ricompensa? |
| A07653 | Si captare f ● ras; volucres si fallere nescis, Hamo& inescare, an non erit aucupium? |
| A07653 | Si d''vn bon, vin quelcun s''est enyuré, Faut il pourtant que la vigne on arrache? |
| A07653 | Sino punicion de tu ingratitud Por laqual el buon don mudado ha su virtud? |
| A07653 | Solemne accendat teda? |
| A07653 | The tru sonn shine, from the tarke, And sée, thou canst not selfe such discerne, What a cause he s one of thy tolerne? |
| A07653 | Thou desirest, that wée shall marke? |
| A07653 | To kill thy selfe, and so depart, Aut of this world, it is no art; But to rise, and live agein? |
| A07653 | Tu tua quid turges merita& benefacta crepando? |
| A07653 | Tun''igitur virtute tua peperisse putasti Tot bona, diuino munere parta tibi? |
| A07653 | Vis nemori immenso stirpes mandare recisas? |
| A07653 | Vosque lupi coruis mista caterua nigris? |
| A07653 | Vt blandus canis,& facili iam corde leones Cum miti veniunt carpere gramen one? |
| A07653 | Wie duenckt dich hie vmb diß Figur/ Was ists fuer ein Contrafactur? |
| A07653 | d? |
| A07653 | fauilla iubar? |
| A07653 | nam quid satanaeque Deoque Vno eodemque venis fundere corde preces? |
| A07653 | piensas tu de poder Huyr, y de la haz de tu Dios t''esconder? |
| A07653 | pourquoy l''homme en ce poinct ne s''auance Au bien que mort ne sauroit offenser? |
| A07653 | quo perduxit miseros discordia ciues? |
| A07653 | sic ne viros ludet ab ore furens? |
| A07653 | vndique tela necis? |
| A07653 | 〈 ◊ 〉 tu que mort est ton salaire? |
| A44991 | ( how art thou dight With ambient light?) |
| A44991 | 1 What am I without thee but one running headlong? |
| A44991 | 2 Where am I now convaid? |
| A44991 | 2 Who wa''st that taught mee deeds of night are mere deceit? |
| A44991 | 3 What safety can Thou yield poor man? |
| A44991 | 3 Who wrought upon me that great cure As to endure, Like th''royall eagle, with a straight And unmov''d sight The flowing light? |
| A44991 | 3 ● ● cause some sulphure lurk''s in privie veines, 〈 ◊ 〉 make''s the wanton water boyl above? |
| A44991 | 4 Spring- head of life, how am I now Intomb''d in Thee? |
| A44991 | 4 Turn but thine eye And view that folded Oracle That lately fell, Heard''st not thou some soft murmur crie? |
| A44991 | 5 But look how either side doth smile And would beguile; How all''s with Amethysts beset; How negro- jet Mingle''s with Alablaster? |
| A44991 | 6 What virgins do on either hand Assailing stand? |
| A44991 | Am I the better, though I could All wisdome with a breath unfold, And a heart boundless as the Ocean hold? |
| A44991 | And wound our hearts, with every sleight offence? |
| A44991 | And wound our hearts, with every slight offence? |
| A44991 | Art thou so blind thou canst not see Thy self thus tantalized bee? |
| A44991 | But whether run I? |
| A44991 | Can the earth dance? |
| A44991 | Could you with patience view those traverses wherewith your soul still moving is Did they lie open to the sun? |
| A44991 | DO''st thou behold, this little ball? |
| A44991 | Do what we will, our hasty minutes fly; And while we sleep, what do we else but die? |
| A44991 | Doe''s there no silver rillet pass That may asswage? |
| A44991 | Els what poor things we are? |
| A44991 | Faint, I faint: these channels here Though they seem Crystall, run not clear; What nasty heaps of rubbish lie Within these waves? |
| A44991 | HOw come''s this chrystall liquor, which before Crept through the aufractuous cavern of the earth, ● o mount aloft? |
| A44991 | Hasten, can I view those eyes From whence there flie''s ● ch strong attractive beams; and stay Lingring i''th way? |
| A44991 | How I am annihilated? |
| A44991 | How art thou nothing when th''art most of all? |
| A44991 | How art thou now become Thy self thy Tombe? |
| A44991 | How did that scarlet sweat become thee when That sweat did wash away the filth of men? |
| A44991 | How do I since th''art pleas''d to flow, Hate a dualitie? |
| A44991 | How often do you countermand Ere you can think? |
| A44991 | How on thy white ● ● me out bloud- thirsty roses? |
| A44991 | How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land? |
| A44991 | How slippery are thy pathes, how sure thy fall? |
| A44991 | How''t fall''s to cindars? |
| A44991 | I die; I die; How bitter are they? |
| A44991 | Is this the reason thou dost claime Thy sole prerogative, to frame 5 Engines again thy self? |
| A44991 | Lord, smile again upon us: with what grace Doth mercy sit enthroniz''d on thy face? |
| A44991 | Lord, what shall I doe I''avoid thy anger, whether shall I goe? |
| A44991 | O why Do not these members upward flie? |
| A44991 | Oh how it flashes Reduc''t to ashes? |
| A44991 | Or can the thoughts of man their quiet keep,''Till they be home from all their travells brought To him, who know''s all wisdom at a thought? |
| A44991 | Or did''st thou climb too high, and so awake That monster envy which thy slumbers brake? |
| A44991 | Or did''st thou finde those faithless who lest ought ▪ Or were thy great design''s abortive brought? |
| A44991 | Or were thy minde and wishes not the same? |
| A44991 | Poor man, what art? |
| A44991 | Printed by R. Daniel, London:[ 1648?] |
| A44991 | These fleeting bubbles? |
| A44991 | VVHat is this life? |
| A44991 | What a mad thing is grief? |
| A44991 | What a mad thing is grief? |
| A44991 | What is Mans body? |
| A44991 | What marble freezings which congeal? |
| A44991 | What ranks of peevish thornes beset My torn and more then weary feet? |
| A44991 | What''s love? |
| A44991 | Who taught me joy? |
| A44991 | Who took me by the hand, and brought me out of that darkness wherewith I was in love? |
| A44991 | Why frets thou that thy soul doth dote upon These guilded trifles of corruption? |
| A44991 | Within thy bosome, loe How speedily''t doth go? |
| A44991 | Within what darkness dost thou lie? |
| A44991 | Yet what a winter is within? |
| A44991 | although all art Should court, and be Transformed into one great flattery? |
| A44991 | and dry things blend? |
| A44991 | and how vain ● ● w he do''th pray and then, unpray again? |
| A44991 | and tell ● ● ence such a hidden cause retired lies? |
| A44991 | can I revive again My palsied heart, my frozen brain? |
| A44991 | can the earth ascend? |
| A44991 | can you say you are content? |
| A44991 | can you stand? |
| A44991 | clay, or lead his soul? |
| A44991 | how weak? |
| A44991 | if none Thy face had known? |
| A44991 | is every thought Chain''d and in order brought? |
| A44991 | no: oh how Upon thy brow ● throniz''d bands of graces sit? |
| A44991 | or deem That ever you conceived them? |
| A44991 | should we devise To harm our selves with other''s injuries? |
| A44991 | should we devise To harm our selves with other''s injuries? |
| A44991 | the Ocean fall asleep? |
| A44991 | this round toy? |
| A44991 | what ambushments orespread The way I tread? |
| A44991 | what an Aetna hath posse''st The feeble ruines of my breast? |
| A44991 | what gradations make you? |
| A44991 | what is man? |
| A44991 | what pull''s me? |
| A44991 | what ravish''t them away; Could not the silver Thames continue them? |
| A44991 | what''s God? |
| A44991 | when that mine eyes Were more possest with strengthened gleames Sent from associated beames: Who taught me failing shadowes to dispise? |
| A44991 | where shall I flie ● ● e sure discovery of thy piercing Eye? |
| A44991 | who can not find in thee A circumscrib''d infinitie What can outrun thy swiftness? |
| A44991 | wilt me leave? |
| A44991 | ● all I dive into Rockes? |
| A44991 | ● an flames fly downward? |
| A44991 | ● an liquors separate? |
| A44991 | ● hat, shall I scale the Mountains? |
| A44991 | ● hat, shall I strive to get my selfe a Tombe, ● ithin the greedy Oceans swelling Wombe? |
| A44991 | ● ou art on Earth, and well observest all 〈 ◊ 〉 actions acted on this massie Ball: 〈 ◊ 〉 when thou look''st on mine, what can I say? |
| A44991 | ● t hungry Boy? |
| A44991 | ● ● at strange Chimera''s does his fancy frame 〈 ◊ 〉 beg his ruine in a specious name? |
| A44991 | ● ● re not stand, nor can I run away ● ● ine eyes are pure and can not look upon ● nd what else, Lord, am I?) |
| A44991 | ● ● w monstrous are man''s wishes? |
| A44991 | 〈 ◊ 〉 doth the unconstant Oceans trembling plain ● ● s diurnall reflux hither move? |
| A68703 | ALthough in ● taly, in France, and Spaine, And all those hotter Regions, there remaine Great store of Asses? |
| A68703 | And calme Oppression swallowes Church and State? |
| A68703 | And in our face no roome can you espie, ● ut our reserued ● are? |
| A68703 | And is''t not so with others too? |
| A68703 | And not much rather to reforme your owne, By shunning the defects, which they haue showne? |
| A68703 | And that all bargaines made, all wagers laide, Not by the Dial but the Clocke are paide? |
| A68703 | And vvhat is liker to a friend I pray, Then a mans drudge, that toyles both night& day? |
| A68703 | And when he spide him; What art thou quoth he The beast gainst whom so many plaine to me? |
| A68703 | Are horses then Turn''d traitors too? |
| A68703 | Are these th''effects of promises and words? |
| A68703 | Art not a fish? |
| A68703 | Bringing in fish, sweeping our flesh away? |
| A68703 | But what art thou that canst so well behaue, Thy tayle and nimble fins? |
| A68703 | Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous? |
| A68703 | Canst thou seeme wise? |
| A68703 | Dare not that spring from thee die well, doe good? |
| A68703 | Determine euery doubt that doth arise Twixt heauen and earth, the ● diot and the wise? |
| A68703 | Discourse like Salomon, of euery thing, Begot betwixt the winter and the spring? |
| A68703 | Do all that sucke thy brests, for milke sucke blood? |
| A68703 | Doe they desire that death? |
| A68703 | Else why did our bold fathers, with the losse, Of lymmes and liues, honors for vs ingrosse? |
| A68703 | Else why doe all euill men so soone drinke vp The deadly lees of thy inchaunted cup? |
| A68703 | Foole( quoth the Man) thinke you I le haue my Page ● Not suited to the fashions of this age? |
| A68703 | For what a sensel ● sse part is this in you, Your fathers ● aults and errours to allow? |
| A68703 | Forget ye my preheminence? |
| A68703 | Good brother( quoth the stranger) let me know, What heauy thoughts they are that vex you so? |
| A68703 | HOw apt is Man to erre? |
| A68703 | HOw hatefull is this silence? |
| A68703 | Had''st thou tould euer truth, to what end then Was I plac''de here, by th''art of cunning Men? |
| A68703 | Haue you at any time been calld to war, Where none but Captaines and great Souldiers are? |
| A68703 | Haue you no Soules? |
| A68703 | How Gotish lusts needs all those waues to slake His scorching flames, hot as th''infernall lake? |
| A68703 | How Sai ● ●-like Sacriledge doth impropriate? |
| A68703 | How close Hypocrisie bends his courtly knee, And( wanting all faith) would haue all faith''s free? |
| A68703 | How holy Hymen ● sacreds band are broken, His torch extinguish''d, and his rites fore- spoken? |
| A68703 | How rankly doth that Fame stinke now, against which but lately we durst not stop our noses? |
| A68703 | I pray then( quoth the Corm ● rant) relate To whose Emperiall crowne, and to whose state, My enuy''d neast belongs? |
| A68703 | Ill didst thou ward that blow; If sport hurt so, O what will open force and malice do? |
| A68703 | In Athens? |
| A68703 | In honors lap? |
| A68703 | Is there a beast that can forget his friend, And for his owne ends, worke his fellowes end? |
| A68703 | Is there a beast who vnder kindnesse can Dissemble hate? |
| A68703 | Is there a beast whose lust prouokes him kill The beast that did him good, nere wisht him ill? |
| A68703 | Is this the peace your law, bond, faith, affords? |
| A68703 | Keep you your couenants thus? |
| A68703 | Liues yet that Wolfe which was thy Nurse When( growing great) thou grewst the whole worlds curse? |
| A68703 | May none yet leap thy wals, or leaue thy Sea Vnslayne, though he a King and brother be? |
| A68703 | Must Gibbets onely rocke them to their rest? |
| A68703 | Must Traytors, Murtherers, only be thy Saints? |
| A68703 | Nouember did we scape thy fift day thus, That euery day thou should''st be ominous? |
| A68703 | O damn''d equiuocation, vvho at first,( quoth the poore Asse) this double Doctrine nurst? |
| A68703 | O modesty where dwelst thou? |
| A68703 | O no; what''s that I see? |
| A68703 | O tyrant( quoth the Asse) dost fight and laugh? |
| A68703 | O what assurance haue we then in clay Which( if not Lawyers) Seas thus eat away? |
| A68703 | O why do these new Nobles de ● r ● ly buy Those attributes for which they dare not die? |
| A68703 | Or being come, Is there no other place ● n all our Court to please you, but our face? |
| A68703 | Or do the waters thus breake in, to show How humorous and irregular vices flow? |
| A68703 | Or of thy honour, and thy high- borne blood? |
| A68703 | Or what needs Art, thy fame set forth? |
| A68703 | Or why doe fooles so credit what Rome sayth, But for they easely learne implicit faith? |
| A68703 | Quoth he, Ye saucy Traytors, Dare ye thus ● resume our presence neuer cald by vs? |
| A68703 | Quoth then the Eagle, wherefore serue thy wing? |
| A68703 | Retain''st thou yet that sauage kinde, to pray On the distressed flocke which shuns thy way? |
| A68703 | Roses blast; Or of thy wealth? |
| A68703 | Since to be great is not worth praise, but good: Or of all these? |
| A68703 | So vp he hies, And takes his wings with speede, and far thence flies? |
| A68703 | That doth for priuate vse, or publike good Make knowne how Sab ●-like, he vnderstood? |
| A68703 | The crafty Man Wo say and vnsay, lye, and cauill can, Went to the Asse, and( all inrag''d) demands? |
| A68703 | Then who''le begin? |
| A68703 | Then why should this bold Dial, dare to speake Against my greatnesse, or the orders breake Of custome and consent? |
| A68703 | Then why should we limit the sea, or fire Within their bounds, and not our owne desire? |
| A68703 | Then why) O baser creatures) dare you brag And match your selues with the long liuing Stag? |
| A68703 | These two stand Sentinel, and now ere long, Comes the Hyena, and with smoothing tongue Saith; Is your Master waking, gentle swaines? |
| A68703 | They slight his cauils; And the Whale demands In whose vnknowne, strange gouernment it stands If not in one of theirs? |
| A68703 | Too common in this Guide, to guide aright; Or if he could, where is the Guide for night? |
| A68703 | True( quoth the Asse) your wit, your strength I know, But how can I deserue the grace and shew? |
| A68703 | Trusted to heare their Councels? |
| A68703 | Weare none white robes but such as scarlet paints? |
| A68703 | What benefit or pleasure whilst I liue Can I doe you, who must my liuelyhoood giue? |
| A68703 | What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men? |
| A68703 | What meane you master( quoth the simple Asse) These will but make me weary as I passe? |
| A68703 | What needs, the Muses singthy worth? |
| A68703 | What needs, thy Monument be rais''d? |
| A68703 | What needs, thy memory be prais''d? |
| A68703 | Why all that while he had not dung''d his lands? |
| A68703 | Why art thou proud of beauty? |
| A68703 | Why do you sadly so your selfe bemone? |
| A68703 | Why hauing friends within come you alone To feed sad melancholly, and inuent To doe a rash act, which you le soone repent? |
| A68703 | With thee doth keepe All that man seeks for, euery secret plot, Darke mysterie, close sttatagem; what not? |
| A68703 | With what Tyranny doth vice guard it selfe from knowledge? |
| A68703 | YOV know the moodes of Men, the tempers too Of Climes, of States, of Elements; Then who May better read this tale? |
| A68703 | become they''t best? |
| A68703 | canst thou nothing further spie, In this then his losse? |
| A68703 | how one spirit seemes to mo ● e Me and my rider? |
| A68703 | no pens? |
| A68703 | no swords in hand? |
| A68703 | on your backe Borne the Commander of that royall packe? |
| A68703 | our tender eye? |
| A68703 | since all make choice To feede, fast, pray, or play, led by my voice? |
| A68703 | that we start and run, Stop, turne, trot, amble, as we were but one? |
| A68703 | the loue Man beares me? |
| A68703 | the mines of India waste; Or of thy strength? |
| A68703 | thou monster of the minde ● Art thou not only proper to mankind? |
| A68703 | which of you three Claime th''interest as Lord by right of fee? |
| A68703 | who is on our side, who? |
| A68703 | will beasts proue like to men? |
| A56969 | 1 ALas fond Child, How are thy thoughts beguil''d, To hope for hony from a nest of wasps? |
| A56969 | 1 ANd am I sworn a dunghill slave for ever To earths base drudg''ry? |
| A56969 | 1 BE faithfull, Lord, what''s that? |
| A56969 | 1 CAn nothing settle my uncertain breast, And fix my rambling love? |
| A56969 | 1 HOw shall my tongue expresse that hallow''d fire Which Heav''n hath kindled in my ravisht heart? |
| A56969 | 1 O Whither will this mad- brain world at last Be driv''n? |
| A56969 | 1 WHat never fill''d? |
| A56969 | 1 WHat secret corner? |
| A56969 | 1 WHat? |
| A56969 | 1 WHy dest thou suffer lustfull sloth to creep, Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton browes? |
| A56969 | 2 How hath my unregarded language vented The sad tautologies of lavish passion? |
| A56969 | 2 I wanted wealth; and at my dear request, Earth lent a quick supply; I wanted mirth to charm my sullen breast; And who more brisk then I? |
| A56969 | 2 Uxorious Adam, whom thy maker made Equall to Angels that excell in pow''r, What hast thou done? |
| A56969 | 2 What Circean cha ● … m, what Hecatean spight Has thus abus''d the G ● … d of love? |
| A56969 | 2 What mean these liv''ries and possessive keyes? |
| A56969 | 3 But hath the virtued steel a power to move? |
| A56969 | 3 But, O that mean whose good the least abuse Makes bad, is too too hard to be directed: Can thorns bring grapes, or crabs a pleasing juyce? |
| A56969 | 3 What well advised eare regards What earth can say? |
| A56969 | 3 Where be those rosie cheeks, that lately scorn''d The malice of injurious Fates? |
| A56969 | 3 Where have my busie eyes not pry''d? |
| A56969 | 3 Why dost thou make These murm''ring troups forsake The safe protection of their waxen homes? |
| A56969 | 4 But is the crown of Glory The wages of a lamentable story? |
| A56969 | 4 Think''st thou that paunch that 〈 ◊ 〉 out thy coat, Is thriving fat; or flesh, that seems so brawny? |
| A56969 | 4 Where shall I 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A56969 | 5 But is there such a dearth That thou must buy what is thy due by birth? |
| A56969 | 5 But must the treason of a traitours Hail Abuse the sweetnesse of these ● … uby lips? |
| A56969 | 5 Faiths pineons clipt? |
| A56969 | 5 What mean dull souls, in this high measure To haberdash In earths base wares, whose greatest treasure Is drosse and trash? |
| A56969 | 5 Where shall I seek a Guide? |
| A56969 | 6 Deluded mortalls, tell me when Your daring breath has blown Heav''ns Tapour out, and you have spent your own, What sire sh ● … ll warm ye then? |
| A56969 | 6 If sweet Corinna smile, A Heav''n of joy breaks down into his heart: Corinna frowns awhile? |
| A56969 | 6. Who would not throw his better thoughts about him, And scorn this drosse within him; that, without him? |
| A56969 | 7 What''s earth? |
| A56969 | 8 In having all things, and not thee, what have I? |
| A56969 | A dying breast, that hath but onely breath To beg a wound, and strength to crave a death? |
| A56969 | A man was born: Alas, and what''s a man? |
| A56969 | Afraid? |
| A56969 | Ah fool, th''ast taught him how to stand? |
| A56969 | Ah me, what have I enterprised? |
| A56969 | Ah, if thou Search too severe, with too severe a brow, What flesh can stand? |
| A56969 | Ah, must this blessed Infant tast the pain Of deaths injurious pangs? |
| A56969 | Ah, treach''rous soul, would not thy pleasures give That Lord which made thee living leave to live? |
| A56969 | Ah, where''s that pearl Percullis, that adorn''d Those dainty two- leav''d Ruby gates? |
| A56969 | Alas, what hath he lost? |
| A56969 | Alas, what serves our reason, But, like dark lanthorns, to accomplish treason With greater closenesse? |
| A56969 | And Justice see? |
| A56969 | And fair Astraea gone? |
| A56969 | And having thee alone, what have I not? |
| A56969 | And him thae closes it? |
| A56969 | And how my ravish''d breast — But who can presle those heights, that can not be exprest? |
| A56969 | And is this all? |
| A56969 | And locks, that did infold Like knots of flaming wire, like curles of burnisht gold? |
| A56969 | And must I earn Nothing but stripes? |
| A56969 | And must these smiling Roses entertain The blows of scorn, and flurts of base disdain? |
| A56969 | And seeking honey, to set up thy trade? |
| A56969 | And what hath he found? |
| A56969 | And what more smoke then pleasure? |
| A56969 | And what then fire? |
| A56969 | And what''s a Life? |
| A56969 | And what''s a Life? |
| A56969 | And what''s a Life? |
| A56969 | And where is Life but in thine eye? |
| A56969 | And whin''st to be enlarg''d? |
| A56969 | And whither are we burried? |
| A56969 | And who''s that Light but thee? |
| A56969 | And why proportion''d by so large a span? |
| A56969 | And why? |
| A56969 | And yet thou turn''st away thy face, and fly''st me; And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny''st me; Speak, art thou angry, Lord, or onely try''st me? |
| A56969 | And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not heare: O is thy wonted love become so cold? |
| A56969 | Are all men turn''d Idiots and lunaticks? |
| A56969 | Are not my dayes few? |
| A56969 | Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds Limm''d full to th''life? |
| A56969 | Are not they Fed by th''Almighties hand? |
| A56969 | Are their senses all adjourn''d? |
| A56969 | Are there no streams where a faint soul may wade? |
| A56969 | Are these the goods that thou supply''st Us mortalls with? |
| A56969 | Are these the high''st? |
| A56969 | Are these the symptomes? |
| A56969 | Are they too strong, or is thy arm too weak? |
| A56969 | Are we sole guiltie, and the first age free? |
| A56969 | Art thou a child? |
| A56969 | Art thou a gracious God and mild, Or head- strong man rebellious rather? |
| A56969 | Art thou all frowns, and ne''r a smile? |
| A56969 | Art thou so weak? |
| A56969 | Attend they not, and answer to thy call, Like nightly coveys, where thou list and when? |
| A56969 | BOth work and strokes? |
| A56969 | Be thy lips skrew''d so fast To th''earths sull breast? |
| A56969 | Behold these rags; am I a sitting guest To tast the dainties of thy royall feast, With hands and face unwash''d, ungirt, unblest? |
| A56969 | Beholder, say, Is''t not well done? |
| A56969 | Believe:''t is easie to believe; but what? |
| A56969 | Blest he not both the Feeder, and the Food? |
| A56969 | But dare the ● … oore affront the hand that laid it? |
| A56969 | But form''d, and sight? |
| A56969 | But made at morning, and be whipt at noon? |
| A56969 | But may thy wrongs be measur''d by the span Of life? |
| A56969 | But must I die? |
| A56969 | But must I ever grind? |
| A56969 | But still and still remove? |
| A56969 | But wilt thou leave me then? |
| A56969 | Can my affections find out nothing best? |
| A56969 | Can not thy lustfull blast, Which gave it luster, make it last? |
| A56969 | Can solid rocks restrain The stroke of Justice, and not cleave in twain? |
| A56969 | Can stinking Lazarus compound, or strive With deaths entangling fetters, and revive? |
| A56969 | Can the burning cole Of thy affection last without the fuel Of counter- love? |
| A56969 | Can the flames expire Which he has kindled? |
| A56969 | Can these bring cordiall peace? |
| A56969 | Can they remove The pangs of grief, or ease the flames of love? |
| A56969 | Can thy distemper''d fancy take delight In view of tortures? |
| A56969 | Can thy fears command No rocks to shield thee from her thund''ring hand? |
| A56969 | Can ye quench his fire? |
| A56969 | Canst thou be sick, and such a Doctour by? |
| A56969 | Canst thou believe my hand can cure thy grief? |
| A56969 | Canst thou conceive such poore delights as these Can fill th''insatiate soul of man, or please The fond aspect of his deluded eye? |
| A56969 | Canst thou dig ● … st? |
| A56969 | Canst thou forget that drowsie mount, wherein Thy dull Disciples slept? |
| A56969 | Canst thou repent of mercy? |
| A56969 | Canst thou sow favours, and thus reap disdain? |
| A56969 | Cease thy vain hopes; my angry God has vow''d Abused mercy must have bloud for bloud: Shall I yet strike the blow? |
| A56969 | Come busse and friends, my lambe; whish, lullaby, What ails my babe? |
| A56969 | Come, come, this pettish brat, Thus cry and bawl, and can not tell for what? |
| A56969 | Cupid, must the world be lasht so soon? |
| A56969 | Death conquer''d Laz''rus was redeem''d by thee; If I am dead, Lord, see deaths prisner free; Am I more spent, or stink I worse then he? |
| A56969 | Did I refuse to sing? |
| A56969 | Did not the great Creatours voice proclaim What ere he made( from the blue spangled frame To the poore leaf that trembles) very Good? |
| A56969 | Die they not fast enough, when thousands fall Before thy dart? |
| A56969 | Do they not see God in his Creatures as direct as we? |
| A56969 | Do they not tast thee? |
| A56969 | Does something please His vain conceit? |
| A56969 | Doth gowty Mammous griping hand infold This secret Saint in sacred shrines of sov''reigne gold? |
| A56969 | Doth there any such befall Within mans reach? |
| A56969 | Dread''st thou thy loads of sinne? |
| A56969 | Fear''st thou to go, when such an Arm invites thee? |
| A56969 | Fool, thee so bare? |
| A56969 | For ever ranging? |
| A56969 | For ever? |
| A56969 | From whence are we expelled? |
| A56969 | Great Jove was vanquisht by his greater might;( And who is stronger- arm''d then Jove?) |
| A56969 | Grieve not( my soul) nor let thy love wax faint, Weep''st thou to lose the cause of thy complaint? |
| A56969 | Hang''d round with silks and gold? |
| A56969 | Has Justice now found wings? |
| A56969 | Has earth no mercy? |
| A56969 | Has none regain''d His senses? |
| A56969 | Hast thou perus''d the curse Thou laid''st on Adams fall, and made it worse? |
| A56969 | Hath vengeance found thee? |
| A56969 | Have you seen him whom my soul loveth? |
| A56969 | Haw stands thy tast? |
| A56969 | He hath lost happinesse for which he was made, and found misery for which he was not made: What is gone? |
| A56969 | He whom thy hands did form of dust, And gave him breath upon condition, To love his great Creatour, must He now be thine by composition? |
| A56969 | Heav''n finds an eare, when sinners find a tongue? |
| A56969 | Heav''n thought good Lost man should feed in sweat; not work in bloud: Why dost thou wound th''already wounded breast? |
| A56969 | Hold forth thy arm, and let my fingers try Thy pulse; where chiefly doth thy torment lie? |
| A56969 | Hold, Justice, stay: Sinner, speak on; what hast thou more to say? |
| A56969 | Hold, Justice, stay: Speak, sinner; hast thou nothing more to say? |
| A56969 | How art thou shaded in this veil of night, Behind thy curtain slesh? |
| A56969 | How can my musick relish in your cars, That can not speak for sobs, nor sing for tears? |
| A56969 | How has thy lightnesse given A just occasion to thy foes illusion? |
| A56969 | How is thy empty universe bereaven Of all true joyes, by one false Joyes delusion? |
| A56969 | How know''st thou this? |
| A56969 | How long shall darknesse soyl The face of earth, and thus beguile Our souls of sprightfull action? |
| A56969 | How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, Vain tow''rs of Hope upon thy gracious Word? |
| A56969 | How often have I sought thee? |
| A56969 | How often have my nightly torments praid For lingring twilight, glutted with the shade? |
| A56969 | How often, tir''d with the fastidious light, Have my saint lips implor''d the shades of night? |
| A56969 | How old''s thy grief? |
| A56969 | How shall we sing a song of the Lord in a strange land? |
| A56969 | How small a blast will make a bubble swell? |
| A56969 | How sweetly has the Lord of life deceiv''d thee? |
| A56969 | I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? |
| A56969 | I know thy Justice is thy self; I know, Just God, thy very self is Mercy too; If not to thee, where? |
| A56969 | IS Natures course dissolv''d? |
| A56969 | IS not this Type well cut? |
| A56969 | If I have lost my Path, great Shepherd, say, Shall I still wander in a doubtfull way? |
| A56969 | If Man can love man with so entire affection, that the one can scarce brook the others absence? |
| A56969 | If every where, why do I not see thee present? |
| A56969 | If it might be seen, Why is this envious curtain drawn between My darkned eye and it? |
| A56969 | If my pufft light be out, give leave to tine My slamelesse- snuss at that bright Lamp of thine; O what''s thy Light the lesse for lighting mine? |
| A56969 | If not why dost thou spare A willing breast; a breast that stands so fair? |
| A56969 | If so, Lord, who''s so mad to die? |
| A56969 | If that object be too bright For mans aspect, why did thy lips invite Mine eye t''expect it? |
| A56969 | If thou begin to fear, thy fear begins; Fool, can he bear thee hence, and not thy sins? |
| A56969 | In ev''ry part Full of rich cunning? |
| A56969 | In full heaps untold? |
| A56969 | In pleasure? |
| A56969 | In what measure He seems transported with the antick pleasure Of childish baubles? |
| A56969 | Is crazy Time grown lazy, faint or sick With very Age? |
| A56969 | Is hell broke loose, and all her Fiends untied? |
| A56969 | Is none return''d To his forgotten self? |
| A56969 | Is not that breath Immortall? |
| A56969 | Is not thy bloud as cold ● … s hot, by turns? |
| A56969 | Is the road fair? |
| A56969 | Is there no Good, then which there''s nothing higher, To blesse my full desire With joyes that never change; with joyes that nev''r expire? |
| A56969 | Is there no charitable hand will sever My well- spun thred, that my imprison''d soul May be deliver''d from this dull dark hole Of dungeon flesh? |
| A56969 | Is there no comfort? |
| A56969 | Is there no cover that will give protection T''a fainting soul, the subject of thy wraths 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A56969 | Is there no resection? |
| A56969 | Is this a time to pay thine idle vowes At Morpheus shrine? |
| A56969 | Is this a time to sleep Thy brains in wastfull slumbers? |
| A56969 | Is this that sprightly fire, Whose more then sacred beams inspire The ravisht hearts of men, and so in ● … lame desire? |
| A56969 | Is this the sad condition Of those that trust thee? |
| A56969 | Is this the state? |
| A56969 | Is thy compeer so cruel, And thou so kind, to love unlov''d again? |
| A56969 | Is''t insufficiency? |
| A56969 | Is''t not enough, enough that I ● … ulfill The toylsome task of thy laborious mill? |
| A56969 | It is the lot of man but once to die, But ere that death how many deaths have I? |
| A56969 | It was my errour: are not grones and tears Harmonious raptures in th''Almighties ears? |
| A56969 | Know''st thou not where to scape? |
| A56969 | LOrd, has the feeble voyce of flesh and bloud The pow''r to work thine ears into a floud Of melted mercy? |
| A56969 | Let me enjoy but thee, what farther crave I? |
| A56969 | Lies it in Treasure? |
| A56969 | Lives she in honour? |
| A56969 | Lord, I bled before In thy deep wounds; can Justice challenge more? |
| A56969 | Lord, canst thou see and hold? |
| A56969 | Lord, has thy scourge no mercy, and my woes No end? |
| A56969 | Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I seek thee absent? |
| A56969 | Lord, is thy Scepter lost, or laid aside? |
| A56969 | Lord, s ● … ll I strike the blow? |
| A56969 | Lord, shall I strike the blow? |
| A56969 | Lord, shall a Iamb of Isr''els sheepfold st ● … ay? |
| A56969 | Lord, shall we grumble when thy flames do seourge us? |
| A56969 | May not this labour expiate and pu ● … ge My sinne, without th''addition of thy scourge? |
| A56969 | Mine eyes are blind and dark, I can not see; To whom, or whether should my darknesse flee, But to the Light? |
| A56969 | My earth''s a living Temple t''entertein The King of Glory, and his glorious train: How can I mend my title then? |
| A56969 | My path is lost; my wand''ring steps do stray; I can not safely go, nor safely stay; Whom should I seek but thee, my Path, my Way? |
| A56969 | My soul, chear up; what if the night be long? |
| A56969 | My soul, pry not too nearly; the complexion Of Sols bright face is seen but by reslexion: But wouldst thou know what''s heav''n? |
| A56969 | My soul, sinnes monster, whom, with greater ease Ten thousand fold, thy God could make then please; What wouldst thou have? |
| A56969 | My soul, what''s lighter then a feather? |
| A56969 | NOt eat? |
| A56969 | No day of freedome? |
| A56969 | No, they were smok''d and slav''d as well as we: What''s sweet- lipt Honours blast, but smoke? |
| A56969 | Not by tears to be implor''d? |
| A56969 | Not cast an eye Upon the fruit of this fai ● … Tree? |
| A56969 | Not first belov''d have I the power to love? |
| A56969 | Not having thee, what have my labours got? |
| A56969 | Not tast? |
| A56969 | Not touch? |
| A56969 | O Whither shall I fly? |
| A56969 | O can my frozen gutters choose but run, That feel the warmth of such a glorious Sun? |
| A56969 | O canst thou not digest An houre of travel for a night of rest? |
| A56969 | O hath my leaden soul the art t''improve Her wasted talent, and unrais''d, aspire In this sad moulting time of her desire? |
| A56969 | O shall I, shall I never Be ransom''d, but remain a slave for ever? |
| A56969 | O tell me, why Thou dost command the thing thou dost deny? |
| A56969 | O that my wayes were directed to keep thy Statutes? |
| A56969 | O thou most sweet, most gracious, most amiable, most fair, when shall I see thee? |
| A56969 | O where, Of whom hath not my thred- bare tongue demanded? |
| A56969 | O whither means her 〈 ◊ 〉 groom to drive? |
| A56969 | O who can leave so sweet a face as this? |
| A56969 | O who would droyl, Or delve in such a soyl, Where gain''s uncertain and the pain is sure? |
| A56969 | O why Doth that eclipsing hand so long deny The Sun- shine of thy soul- enliv''ning eye? |
| A56969 | O why hast thou obey''d Thy own destruction? |
| A56969 | O wilt thou disaltern The rest thou gav''st? |
| A56969 | O you that dote upon this world, for what victory do ye sight? |
| A56969 | O, I am dead: to whom shall I, poore I, Repair? |
| A56969 | O, can my voyce be pleasant, or my hand, Thus made a Prisner to a forrein land? |
| A56969 | O, canst thou choose but see, That mad''st the eye? |
| A56969 | O, how art thou betray''d, thus fairly driven In seeming triumph to thy own confusion? |
| A56969 | O, to part so long? |
| A56969 | O, will thy slumb''ring vengeance never wake, Till full- ag''d law- resisting Custome shake The pillours of thy right by false command? |
| A56969 | Oh, where next Shall I go seek the Authour of my rest? |
| A56969 | Or be thy moulting wings Unapt to fly? |
| A56969 | Or can my wandring thoughts forbear to rove, Unguided by the virtue of thy spirit? |
| A56969 | Or can so great a purchase rise From a salt humour? |
| A56969 | Or can the untouch''d needle point aright? |
| A56969 | Or can the water buried Axe implore A hand to raise it; or it self restore, And from her sandy deeps approch the dry- foot shore? |
| A56969 | Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold Is govern''d by a Fox? |
| A56969 | Or canst thou hope to come, and view, Like prosperous Caesar, and subdue? |
| A56969 | Or canst thou think that bad which heav''n call''d Good? |
| A56969 | Or do mine eyes not seek thee where they should? |
| A56969 | Or dost thou vainly labour to hedge in Thy losses from my sides? |
| A56969 | Or find thee not, if thou art ev''ry where? |
| A56969 | Or has our lust ● … ull god persorm''d a rape, And( fearing Argus eyes) would scape The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious shape? |
| A56969 | Or hath some frolick heart set back the hand Of Fates perpetuall Clock? |
| A56969 | Or is there such a Good at all? |
| A56969 | Or is''t a mere disease? |
| A56969 | Or is''t a tart Idea, to procure An edge, and keep the practick soul in ure, Like that dear Chymick dust, or puzzling Quadrature? |
| A56969 | Or shall the silent suits of drooping flow''rs Woo thee for drops, and be refresh''d with show''rs? |
| A56969 | Or shall the wants of famisht ravens cry, And move thy mercy to a quick supply? |
| A56969 | Or what are men, but puffs of dying breath, Reviv''d with living death? |
| A56969 | Or what has made thee Oreslip thy lost degree? |
| A56969 | Or what need stratageme or strength, where hearts obey? |
| A56969 | Or what need strength compell, where none gainsay? |
| A56969 | Or what''s my Mother, or my Nurse to me? |
| A56969 | Or when shall I find him? |
| A56969 | Or why suspended by the common lot, And being born to dy, why dy I not? |
| A56969 | Or 〈 ◊ 〉 shall I have accesse to light inaccessible? |
| A56969 | Peace, childish Cupid, peace: thy singer''d eye But crios for what, in time, will make thee cry: But are thy peevish wranglings thus appeas''d? |
| A56969 | Peace, my joy: Will nothing do? |
| A56969 | Pish; death''s a fable: Did not heav''n inspire, Your equall Elements with living Fire, Blown from the spring of life? |
| A56969 | Poore Soul, what ail''st thou? |
| A56969 | Q ● … ck- seeing Faith now blind? |
| A56969 | Rebellious fool, what has thy folly done: Controul''d thy God, and crucisi''d his Sonne? |
| A56969 | Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me to dust again? |
| A56969 | SEest thou this fulsome Ideot? |
| A56969 | Say then, proud inch of living ● … arth, what can Thy greatnesse claim the more in being man? |
| A56969 | Say, what''s the cause Of his commitment? |
| A56969 | See him in want; enjoy him in con ● … nt: Conceiv''st him lodg''d in Crosse, or lost in pain? |
| A56969 | Shall Eve transgresse? |
| A56969 | Shall I ask, who made me? |
| A56969 | Shall earths black Monarch take A full possession of thy wasted land? |
| A56969 | Shall marble- hearted cruelty ass ● … il These Alabaster sides with knotted whips? |
| A56969 | Shall our perpetuall toil Ne''r find a Sabbath, to refresh awhile Our drooping souls? |
| A56969 | Shall we still creep like Snails, That gild their wayes with their own native slimes? |
| A56969 | Sing, Hymen, to my soul: What? |
| A56969 | Still batchelour of Sense? |
| A56969 | Stripes after stripes? |
| A56969 | Tell me where be those now that so lately loved and hugg''d the world? |
| A56969 | Tell me, my wishing soul, didst ever trie How fast the wings of red- crost faith can slie? |
| A56969 | Tell me; what secret virtue doth invite Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight? |
| A56969 | Tell, tell me then, what danger can accrue From such blest Food, to such half- gods as you? |
| A56969 | The gain''s not great I purchase by this stay; What losse sustain''st thou by so small delay, To whom ten thousand years are but a day? |
| A56969 | The height of whose inchaunting pleasure Is but a flash? |
| A56969 | The hidden engines? |
| A56969 | The lawlesse Purliews? |
| A56969 | The new- drawn net? |
| A56969 | The one''s a Line, the tother is a Lure; This, to entice thy soul; that, to enforce: Way- laid by both, how canst thou stand secu ● … e? |
| A56969 | Then thought? |
| A56969 | Then wind? |
| A56969 | Think''st thou, the Crown of Glory''s had With idle ease, fond Cyprian lad? |
| A56969 | Thou art my Sun, great God: O when shall I View the full beams of thy Meridian eye? |
| A56969 | Thou dwellest it light inaccessible; and where is that inaccessible light? |
| A56969 | Thy tears are trifles; thou must do: Alas, I can not; then endeavour: I will; but will a tug or two Suffice the turn? |
| A56969 | To what are we impelled? |
| A56969 | To what den? |
| A56969 | To what mountain? |
| A56969 | To what place can I safely flie? |
| A56969 | To what strong house? |
| A56969 | To whom shall I apply 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A56969 | Triumph not Cupid, his mischance doth show Thy trade; doth once, what thou dost alwayes do: Brag not too soon: has thy prevailing hand Foil''d him? |
| A56969 | Turn back, my dear; O let my ravisht eye Once more behold thy face before thou fly; What, shall we part without a mutuall kisse? |
| A56969 | WHat is my soul the better to be tin''d With holy fire? |
| A56969 | WHat means my sisters eye so oft to passe Through the long entry of that Optick glasse? |
| A56969 | WHat means this pe ● … vish brat? |
| A56969 | WHere is that Good, which wisemen please to call The Chiefest? |
| A56969 | WHy dost thou shade thy lovely face? |
| A56969 | WIll''t ne''r be morning? |
| A56969 | Was there not bloud enough, when one small drop Had pow''r to ransome thousand worlds, and stop The mouth of Justice? |
| A56969 | Were they but painted colours, it might stand With painted reason, that they might devote thee; But things that have no being to besot thee? |
| A56969 | What Paul- like pow''r had your admir''d devotion? |
| A56969 | What ails my bird? |
| A56969 | What art thou more in being man? |
| A56969 | What ayls the fool to laugh? |
| A56969 | What castle shall I hold? |
| A56969 | What dextrous Art had your Elegiak songs? |
| A56969 | What do we here? |
| A56969 | What doth that Glasse present before thine eye? |
| A56969 | What gen''rous mind Would be so base to bind Her Heav''n- bred soul a slave to serve a blast of wind? |
| A56969 | What hath the prisner done? |
| A56969 | What heart can long be pleas''d, where pleasure spends so fast? |
| A56969 | What hopes have I to passe without a Guide? |
| A56969 | What humane madnesse makes the world affraid To entertein Heav''ns joy, because convey''d By th''hand of death? |
| A56969 | What if some solid rock should entertain My frighted soul? |
| A56969 | What lost thy love? |
| A56969 | What makes thee fool, so fat? |
| A56969 | What may this Excellence be? |
| A56969 | What mean these bargains, and these needlesse sales? |
| A56969 | What meanst thou thus, my poore deluded soul, To love so fondly? |
| A56969 | What more could Edom, or proud Ashur do? |
| A56969 | What more do we? |
| A56969 | What need To send more darts? |
| A56969 | What need that house be dawb''d with slesh and bloud? |
| A56969 | What need these jealous, these suspitious wayes Of law- divis''d, and law- dissolv''d entails? |
| A56969 | What needs a stratageme where strength can sway? |
| A56969 | What none dismist thy Cou ● … t? |
| A56969 | What palat would refuse full bowls of spight, To gain a minutes tast of such delight? |
| A56969 | What place is left unransack''d? |
| A56969 | What say''st thou, sinner? |
| A56969 | What seest thou there? |
| A56969 | What sense- delighting objects dost thou spie? |
| A56969 | What shackle- breaking faith infus''d such motion To your strong prayers, that could obtain the boon To be inlarg''d, to be uncag''d so soon? |
| A56969 | What shall I do? |
| A56969 | What shall I do? |
| A56969 | What shall I say? |
| A56969 | What sinfull 〈 ◊ 〉 Implores the Son of David? |
| A56969 | What then this bubble? |
| A56969 | What trusty Lantern will direct my feet To scape the danger of these dang''rous places? |
| A56969 | What vantage is it to be born a man? |
| A56969 | What walls shall hold me? |
| A56969 | What will ye do in the day of your visitation? |
| A56969 | What''s here to be enjoyed, But grief and sicknesse, and large bills of sorrow, Drawn now, and crost to morrow? |
| A56969 | What''s lighter then the mind? |
| A56969 | What''s treasure But very smoke? |
| A56969 | What, Cupid, are thy shafes already made? |
| A56969 | What, Soul, no further yet? |
| A56969 | What, if my feet should take their hasty flight, And seek protection in the shades of night? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | What? |
| A56969 | When shall I come and appear before God? |
| A56969 | When wilt thou lead me from this dark dungeon, that I may consesse thy name? |
| A56969 | Where be those killing eyes, that so controul''d The world? |
| A56969 | Where canst thou safely stay? |
| A56969 | Where is their laughter? |
| A56969 | Where is their mir ● … h? |
| A56969 | Where shall I seek him? |
| A56969 | Where shall I seek this Good? |
| A56969 | Where shall I sojourn? |
| A56969 | Where shouldst thou seek for rest, but in thy bed? |
| A56969 | Where their insolence? |
| A56969 | Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy? |
| A56969 | Which weigh''d in equall scales is found so light, So poorly over- balanc''d with a bubble? |
| A56969 | Whish, lullaby, What a ● … ls my babe? |
| A56969 | Whither flie I? |
| A56969 | Whither shall I go? |
| A56969 | Who art thou? |
| A56969 | Who breathes that boules not? |
| A56969 | Who can indure the 〈 ◊ 〉 rayes of the Sunne of Justice? |
| A56969 | Who hath stored the air with sowl, the waters with fish, the earth with plants and flowers? |
| A56969 | Who shall deliver me from the reproch 〈 ◊ 〉 this shamefull bondage? |
| A56969 | Who shall not be consumed by his beams? |
| A56969 | Who will tell my beloved that I am sick of love? |
| A56969 | Who would not bear The worlds derision with a thankfull eare? |
| A56969 | Whom have I in Heaven but thee? |
| A56969 | Whom shall I ask? |
| A56969 | Why apples, O my soul? |
| A56969 | Why begg''st thou then the pineons of a Dove? |
| A56969 | Why do I seek thee, if thou art not here? |
| A56969 | Why dost thou give me so unp ● … iz''d a treasure, And then deny''st my greedy soul the pleasure To view thy gift? |
| A56969 | Why dost thou hide thy face? |
| A56969 | Why eat''st thou not what Heav''n ordain''d for food? |
| A56969 | Why hurries on her ill- match''d payre so fast? |
| A56969 | Why swell''st thou, man, pust up with fame and purse? |
| A56969 | Why was I born a man? |
| A56969 | Why was it made, if not to be enjoy''d? |
| A56969 | Will earths perpetuall progresse ne''r expire? |
| A56969 | Will not the thet''rick of my torments move? |
| A56969 | Will nothing still it? |
| A56969 | Will that promis''d light Ne''r break, and clear these clouds of night? |
| A56969 | Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? |
| A56969 | Without that Light what light remains in me? |
| A56969 | Wouldest thou that thy flesh obey thy spirit? |
| A56969 | Ye suck the self- same milk, the self- same aire: No mean betwixt all paunch, and skin and bone? |
| A56969 | and blows succeding blows? |
| A56969 | and ev''ry day, Fill''d with his blessing too? |
| A56969 | and has Faith none? |
| A56969 | and he so bold? |
| A56969 | and her entangled prey? |
| A56969 | and must these brows resigne Their Crown of Glory for a crown of thorn? |
| A56969 | and the game they follow? |
| A56969 | and the snares that lie So undiscover''d, so obscure to th''eye? |
| A56969 | and what desire I on earth in respect of thee? |
| A56969 | and what is lest? |
| A56969 | and where will ye leave your glory? |
| A56969 | another year, and then for ever: Too quick resolves do resolution wrong; What part so soon, to be divorc''d so long? |
| A56969 | are all retein''d Beneath thy servile bands? |
| A56969 | both lash and labour too? |
| A56969 | but bo ● … n, and then rebell? |
| A56969 | but wherefore do I call thee so? |
| A56969 | can mine eye Run fast enought''obtain this prize? |
| A56969 | can ought behid from thee? |
| A56969 | canst relish wholesome food? |
| A56969 | canst thou but admire The empty fulnesse of his vain desire? |
| A56969 | canst thou see and suffer? |
| A56969 | did injurious Nature bind My soul earths prentice, with no clause to leave her? |
| A56969 | did not this brow Then sweat in thine? |
| A56969 | didst ever heare the sounds, The musick, and the lip- divided breaths Of the strong- winded horn, recheats, and deaths Done more exact? |
| A56969 | does not the Ideot shake it In his left hand? |
| A56969 | doth Times glasse stand? |
| A56969 | doth it subsist A reall Essence, clouded in the midst Of cu ● … ious Art, or clear to ev''ry eye that list? |
| A56969 | doth thy Prospective please Th''abused fancy with no shapes but these? |
| A56969 | dy before my sinnes are dead? |
| A56969 | fond man, step forth and take it: Or would''st thou wealth? |
| A56969 | found him out? |
| A56969 | from how great a good, to how great an evil? |
| A56969 | has the voyce of danger lost the art To raise the spirit of neglected care? |
| A56969 | hast thou ought to plead, That sentence should not passe? |
| A56969 | hear thee? |
| A56969 | how 〈 ◊ 〉 thou hurried to and fro? |
| A56969 | is thy hand Still bound to th''peace? |
| A56969 | lost and found? |
| A56969 | must I ever grind? |
| A56969 | must these dainty li ● … tle sprigs that twine So fast about my neck, be pie ● … c''d and torn With ragged nails? |
| A56969 | my life is but a pain at b ● … st: I am but dying dust: my dayes, a span; What pleasure tak''st thou in the bloud of man? |
| A56969 | my pains no ease? |
| A56969 | n ● … s and quiver too? |
| A56969 | nay worse, be slain? |
| A56969 | nay, what sense Is not partaker of thine Excellence? |
| A56969 | never Meet more? |
| A56969 | never once 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A56969 | no intermission? |
| A56969 | none but these? |
| A56969 | nor musick for these climes? |
| A56969 | nor pleas''d with sun, nor shade? |
| A56969 | or balanc''d with the bloud of man? |
| A56969 | or hath that great Pairroyall Of Adamantine sisters late made triall Of some new trade? |
| A56969 | or in it, That longer then a minit Can lend a free delight that can endure? |
| A56969 | or the strength t''unlock The gates of Heav''n, and to dissolve a rock Of marble clouds into a morning show''r? |
| A56969 | or what affrights thee? |
| A56969 | or will povertie send back Full bags of gold, because the bringer''s black? |
| A56969 | repair''d with food? |
| A56969 | said I these times Were not for songs? |
| A56969 | see how the fool presents thee With a full basket; if such wealth contents thee: Wouldst thou take pleasure? |
| A56969 | seems not an em''lous strife Betwixt the rare cut picture and the life? |
| A56969 | shall I never find A night of rest? |
| A56969 | shall his hollow arms Hugg thy soft sides? |
| A56969 | shall mortall hearts grow old In sorrow? |
| A56969 | shall my indentures never Be cancell''d? |
| A56969 | shall these course hands untie The sacred Zone of thy virginitie? |
| A56969 | sill''d with Zeuxian Art? |
| A56969 | snail my weary arms infold And underprop my panting sides for ever? |
| A56969 | so apt to heare The frantick language of my foolish fear? |
| A56969 | sweet- fac''d Cupid, has thy bastard- treasure, Thy boasted honours, and thy bold- fac''d pleasure Perplext thee now? |
| A56969 | th''infernall Nimrods hollow? |
| A56969 | their arrogance? |
| A56969 | these the signes of love? |
| A56969 | thou must persever: I''ll strive till death; and shall my feeble strife Be crown''d? |
| A56969 | to whom shall my sad ashes fly But Life? |
| A56969 | to whom will ye ● … lie for help? |
| A56969 | was not my sinne There punish''d in thy soul? |
| A56969 | we loyter: cloggd with mire? |
| A56969 | were not those drops enow? |
| A56969 | what ails my babe to cry? |
| A56969 | what ails my babe to cry? |
| A56969 | what art thou more in being man? |
| A56969 | what bold tongue can say Without a blush, he hath not boul''d to day? |
| A56969 | what boots it to be coyn''d With Heav''ns own stamp? |
| A56969 | what comfort''s here? |
| A56969 | what ha ● … e I done? |
| A56969 | what kind sea will hide My head from Thunder? |
| A56969 | what moves my froward boy To make such whimp''ring faces? |
| A56969 | what need there all These slie devices to betray poore men? |
| A56969 | what need these engines then? |
| A56969 | what nev''r commence Master in Faith? |
| A56969 | what path untrod Shall I seek out to scape the flaming rod Of my ostended, of my angry God? |
| A56969 | what satisfaction can Poore dust and ashes make? |
| A56969 | what soul would not be proud Of wry- mouth''d scorns, the worst that flesh and bloud Had rancour to devise? |
| A56969 | what unwonted way Has scap''d the ransack of my rambling thought? |
| A56969 | what vantage can there be To souls of Heav''n- descended pedegree, More then to beasts that grovel? |
| A56969 | what was there in my birth That could deserve the easiest smile of mirth? |
| A56969 | what? |
| A56969 | when shall I be satisfied with thy beautie? |
| A56969 | when will day Begin to dawn, whose new- born ray May gild the wether- cocks of our devotion, And give our unsoul''d souls new motion? |
| A56969 | whence are we thrown? |
| A56969 | where can Ambition sind a higher style then man? |
| A56969 | where is he not, that''s every where? |
| A56969 | where safely go? |
| A56969 | where shall I abide, Untill his flames be quench''d or laid aside? |
| A56969 | where shall I find This Cath''lick pleasure, whose extremes may bind My thoughts, and fill the gulf of my insatiate mind? |
| A56969 | where shall I meet Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces? |
| A56969 | where will her restlesse wheels arive? |
| A56969 | wherein can earth delight thee? |
| A56969 | whither am I come? |
| A56969 | whither did I go? |
| A56969 | whither should I go? |
| A56969 | who shall deliver me from the body of this death? |
| A56969 | who shall deliver me 〈 ◊ 〉 the reproch of this shamefull bondage? |
| A56969 | who would not wish to be Dissolv''d from earth, and with Astraea flee From this blind dungeon to that Sunne- bright Thro ● …? |
| A56969 | why draw''st thou back thy tim''rous arm? |
| A56969 | why hast thou set me as a mark against thee? |
| A56969 | why is my sorrow- wasted breath Den ● …''d the easie priviledge of death? |
| A56969 | why tax I thus our modern times, For new- born follies, and for new- born crimes? |
| A56969 | will her ● … ambling sits be never past? |
| A56969 | will it neither be Pleas''d with the nurses breast nor mothers knee? |
| A56969 | will nakednesse refuse Rich change of robes, because the man''s not spruse That brought them? |
| A56969 | will neither bed nor board Receive him? |
| A56969 | will no Ark of rest Receive my restlesse Dove? |
| A56969 | will no plump fee Bribe thy false fists to make a glad decree, ● … unfool whom thou hast fool''d, and set thy pris''ners free? |
| A56969 | will thy good ● … esse please T''allow no other favours? |
| A56969 | will thy shackles neither loose nor break? |
| A56969 | will''t never strike? |