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.

identifier	question
A91966	How dare you make a mock of Love, or speak against the Singers sweet?
A10687	But shall I shew the folly of this thing?
A10687	How many mischiefes may befall, vpon thy head O man mortall?
A10687	Signatures: A- F(-F6- 8, blank?).
A10687	What hope, what helpe, what tried trust, what ioy or stay in things vniust, What sureance haue we here to bide?
A10687	What law or Gospel comes forth in her name?
A10687	What world or worke did Fortune make or frame?
A10687	Where will shee raigne when this world''s turnd to ashes?
A10687	Whom doth shee call to count with as a Princesse?
A25742	And by free gift prevent that else- sure loss?
A25742	And joyful praises to th''Almighty sing, When they a mortal to their own home bring?
A25742	Are we not half with griping hunger pin''d, Before we bread amongst the brambles find?
A25742	Hast thou( said God) eat the forbidden tree, Or who declar''d thy nakedness to thee?
A25742	Hath not our sin all natures pure leagues rent And arm''d against us every element?
A25742	Have not our subjects their allegiance broke, Doth not each worm scorn our unworthy yoak?
A25742	Have we not lost by one false cheating sin All peace without, all sweet repose within?
A25742	How undecently doth pride then lift that head On which the meanest feet must shortly tread?
A25742	If all were good, whence then arose the ill?
A25742	Therefore cites to his bar the Criminals, And Adam first out of his covert calls, Where art thou Adam?
A25742	Which wheresoe''re we look, without, within, Above, beneath, in every place is seen, Doth Heaven frown?
A25742	Why should we not our angry maker pray At once to take our wretched lives away?
A25742	can I this in Adams person say, While fruitless tears melt my poor life away?
A07427	Alas, O Lord, what pleasure can it bée, To liue in sinne?
A07427	Are all my pleasures past?
A07427	Art thou contenttd wander to and fro?
A07427	As thirstie ground requires a showre of raine, Mine heart is drie: as fruitlesse barren frée I féele my selfe: How can I héere remaine?
A07427	Courage, said hée, haue I not bought thée deare?
A07427	How can I come amongst that bailfull band?
A07427	How long shall subtile Sathan rage?
A07427	I heare thy sighes, I sée thy trickling teares, Thou séemst to be in some perplexitie: What mean thy mones: what is y t thing thou fears?
A07427	I him besought, that he the trueth would tell: Is this, said I, the Papists purging place?
A07427	Includes"A verie comfortable song, to the tune of Shall I let her goe?"
A07427	Into the field may we not boldlie hide, When hée shall help vs with his mightis hand?
A07427	Is this the cause?
A07427	Loath I am to forgoe, That swéet alluring foe: Since thy wayes are vaine, Shal I them cetaine?
A07427	Shall worldlie lustes now take their leaue at last?
A07427	The King of kinges, if hée bée on our side, Wée néede not feare: who dare against vs stand?
A07427	Then I beganne my Lamentation, And said, O Lord, how long is it thy will, That thy poore Sainctes shall be afflicted still?
A07427	Through great Desarts, throgh water,& throgh fire?
A07427	Through thorns and briers, and many dangers mo?
A07427	Thy sillie Sainctes are tossed to and fro: Awake, O Lord, why sléepest thou so long?
A07427	To the tune of Shall I let her goe?
A07427	UUhen shall we sée that great and glorious Day?
A07427	UUhē wilt thou come?
A07427	What can we do?
A07427	What hast?
A07427	What sayest thou now?
A07427	What shall I doe?
A07427	Whom would thou haue, in what place would y u be?
A07427	Why groan''st thou so?
A07427	Without mine help thinkest thou to climbe to hie?
A07427	said hée, Why ranne thou so before?
A07427	what dost thou dwining here, With carefull cries, in this thy bailfull Bed?
A07427	whē shal thy trumpet sound?
A66751	A Families necessities, who can Support aright or honour God or Man With due respects?
A66751	And Lord if such a failing love as mine, May reach to this; how infinite is thine?
A66751	And that prime Attribute have overthrown, By which, he chiefly to be God is known?
A66751	And that we might not ever be forlorn, For our eternal safety he was Born?
A66751	And what Commandement will he respect Who neither God nor Neighbour doth affect?
A66751	And what havoke then Will Trecherys and Murthers make of Men?
A66751	And, who will careful be to foster that Which no man owns, and Brutish Lust begat?
A66751	And, yet, how boldly did the Prophet threat Succeeding Vengeance?
A66751	Except it be that they might soon undo Those fools which do abuse Gods bounty so?
A66751	For, what hath he to bar him from the rest, Who but in one hath wilfully transgrest?
A66751	How can he love his Neighbour who doth crave Their Heritage, their wives or goods to have?
A66751	How safe seem''d Jesabel, by being great?
A66751	IX Thou shalt not beare false witnes against,& c. Who can hope for Justice where Magistrates false witness bear?
A66751	Or if our daies We spend on Idols, forging Puppet plays, And false Ideas, till all truth be lost?
A66751	Or, by what means might they be kept in awe, Whose greatness makes them careless of this Law?
A66751	Or, if perpetually he do not act All wickedness, and ev''ry filthy Fact?
A66751	Or, secure in falshood be, When great Princes scape not free?
A66751	To thee what is it, whether we adore Thee for our God, or none, or twenty more?
A66751	VVEre this Edict omitted, who could say, He should enjoy his life or Goods a day?
A66751	What other sin would he have left undone, Which might have hindred his beloved one?
A66751	What suft''rest thou, when mad Blasphemers rave Against thy holy Name, that thou need''st have A Law to curb them?
A66751	and though she were high, How low upon a suddain did she lie?
A66751	to reprobate?
A37242	Againe, how can she but immortall be?
A37242	Againe, how can she severall Bodies know, If in her selfe a Bodies forme she bear?
A37242	Although all children first from thence do come?
A37242	And good Complection rectifie the will?
A37242	And if her powers be dead, then what is she?
A37242	And that their braines grow sottish, dull, and cold, Which were in youth the onely spirits of note?
A37242	And why did God in man this Soule infuse, But that he should his maker know and love?
A37242	But how shall we this union well expresse?
A37242	But how till then shall she her selfe imploy?
A37242	But sith the Braine doth lodge these powers of Sense, How makes it in the heart those passions spring?
A37242	But why doe I the Soule and Sense divide?
A37242	Do you then think this moral vertue good?
A37242	For her true forme how can my Spark discerne?
A37242	For what is man without a moving mind, Which hath a judging wit, and choosing will?
A37242	For what, say they, doth not the Soule wax old?
A37242	For who did ever yet in honour, wealth, Or pleasure of the Sense contentment find?
A37242	How can a Mirror sundry faces show, If from all shapes and formes it be not clear?
A37242	How can there Idiots then by Nature be?
A37242	How comes it then, that aged men do dote?
A37242	How is it that some wits are interrupted, That now they dazled are, now clearly see?
A37242	How senslesse then and dead a Soule hath he, Which thinks his Soule doth with his body dye?
A37242	If by the Body, how can wit and will Joyne with the Body onely in this act?
A37242	If she doth then the subtill Sense excel, How grosse are they that drowne her in the blood?
A37242	Now if love be compel''d, and can not chuse, How can it gratefull, or thank- worthy prove?
A37242	O ignorant poor man, wha ● d ● st thou bear, Lock''t up within the Casket of thy breast?
A37242	O what is man( greater maker of mankind) That thou to him so great respect dost bear?
A37242	Oh how can that be false, which every tongue Of every mortal man, affirmes for true?
A37242	Or how could she the worlds great shape containe, And in our narrow breasts contained be?
A37242	Or in the bodies humours tempred well, As if in them such high perfection stood?
A37242	Or thinks not so, but so would have it be, That he might sin with more security?
A37242	Or what do those which get and can not keep?
A37242	See how mans Soule against it selfe doth strive, Why should we not have other means to know?
A37242	Since Nature fails us in no needfull thing, Why want I meanes mine in ward self to see?
A37242	Since when they do their other works fulfil, They from the Body do themselves abstract?
A37242	That thou adornst him with so bright a mind, Mak''st him a King, and even an Angels peer?
A37242	The Soule hath here on earth no more to do, Then we have businesse in our mothers womb: What child doth covet to returne thereto?
A37242	The more she lives, the more she feeds on truth, The more she feeds, her strength doth more increase; And what is strength, but an effect of youth?
A37242	Then should they spread incorruptible seed; What then becomes of that which they doe loose When th''acts of generation doe not speed?
A37242	Then what do those poor Soules which nothing get?
A37242	Were she a body, how could she remaine Within this Body, which is lesse then she?
A37242	What Jewels, and what riches hast thou there?
A37242	What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest?
A37242	What?
A37242	When Sense is but a powre, which she extends, Which being in diverse parts diversified, The diverse formes of objects apprehends?
A37242	When with the motions of both will and wit, She still aspireth to eternity, And never rests, till she attain to it?
A37242	Wherein are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands, And yet each thing a proper place doth find, And each thing in the true proportion stands?
A37242	Which dim by Nature, Art did never clear; When the great Wits, of whom all skill we learne, Are ignorant both what she is, and where?
A37242	Which if time nurse, how can it ever cease?
A37242	Who ● ver ● ea ● ● d to wish, when he had health, Or having wisdome, was not vext in mind?
A37242	Why doth not Beauty then refine the wit?
A37242	Why doth not Health bring wisdome still with it?
A37242	Why doth not Sicknesse make men brutish still?
A37242	are not Soules within themselves corrupted?
A62987	1 P. Complaining Man, hast thou thy Christ deny''d?
A62987	A common Friend condoles his Friend in Woe, What therefore should a tender Lover do?
A62987	ANother Day is past — But can I say, That I have Liv''d, not lost another Day?
A62987	And do I Live another day to view?
A62987	And if before his Breath the Cedars yield, How shall such Shrubs as we maintain the Field?
A62987	And shall I quarrel with my Fate, when God Afflicts me but to guide me with his Rod The sacred Path which all the Blest have trod?
A62987	Are those I can not shun so few or slight, That fond of Ruin I would more invite?
A62987	Behold these Lineaments disguis''d with Woe, If thou again this alter''d Face canst know?
A62987	Can Death so dreadful as this Change appear?
A62987	Dismantled on the Current''s Verge he stood, Then smote, and cry''d, — Where''s now Elijah''s God?
A62987	Hark, I hear my Shepherd call away, And in a kind complaining Accent, say, Why does my Soul thus stray?
A62987	How can''st thou hope t''escape those foreign Harms, Who thus against thy self turn''st thy defensive Arms?
A62987	How long defile thy Temple, and usurp thy Right?
A62987	How long with Anger burn, and fiery Jealousy?
A62987	How must he grieve, thy empty Forms to see?
A62987	How place my Scepter e''er my Sword I Sheath?"
A62987	How shall my Soul its Motions guide, How shall I stem the various Tide, Whilst Faith and Doubt my lab''ring Thoughts divide?
A62987	How various( Lord) they Works are found?
A62987	How will it all thy hopes defeat, To see thy Sins increas''d by Prayers, Which only could their force abate?
A62987	How will it swell thy final Cares?
A62987	I hear and thank my kind Remembrancer, Flow, flow, my Tears, O when will you begin?
A62987	If no Delights are to be found above, What shall I seek on Earth, what shall I Love?
A62987	If now to Heav''n''s so difficult the Road, What must it be with Wealth''s incumbring Load?
A62987	If then such Pillars sink beneath his Hand, On what support can we, frail Rafters, stand?
A62987	If then''t is Glorious to pursue His great Example, what must be your Due, — Who Dy''d for him, before he Dy''d for you?
A62987	Methinks, I hear him Call too from the Tree, Ungrateful Wretch, were these Wounds made for Thee, Who both deny''dst me and betray''d me too?
A62987	NOW that the Sun hath veil''d his Light, And bid the World good Night; To the soft Bed my Body I dispose, But where shall my Soul repose?
A62987	No Vision from Above?
A62987	No; Who can have Eyes for such a Scene of Woe?
A62987	Nymphs of the Flood, how truly blest are you?
A62987	O Faithless Main, that with so calm a Brow Dost smile, — how rough and boist''rous wilt thou grow?
A62987	Or have you lavish''d all your Love away On my past Years — Reserv''d no Kindness for my latest Day?
A62987	Or shall Assyrian Troops the Siege renew,"And Rabsheka''s blaspheming Threats prove True?
A62987	SHall I complain?
A62987	Shall Israel''s Ten Apostate Tribes, their King"To Sion''s Tow''r, and worse —"Unhallow''d Idols to the Temple bring?"
A62987	TEll me some pitying Angel, quickly say Where does my Soul''s sweet Darling stray, In Tygers, or more cruel Herod''s Way?
A62987	That Realm how shall I orderly bequeath,"E''er Wars Alarms afford me time to breath?"
A62987	The Judge ascends his awful Throne; But when he makes all Secrets known, How will a Guilty Face be shown?
A62987	Then to whose Altar should I now repair, But Thine, who only canst redress my Care?
A62987	They shake their Heads,& with dejected Eye, The feeble Motion of my Pulse they try: But what''s the wise Result of all their Art?
A62987	This impetuous Air?
A62987	Thou God of Mercy and of Love How long wilt thou remove Thy dearest Attributes from Thee?
A62987	WHat''s Innocence?
A62987	WHat''s worldly Empire, Pomp& Pow''r?
A62987	Was it a waking Dream that did foretel Thy wondrous Birth?
A62987	Were then thy Oaths of Love, but flatt''ring Wind?
A62987	What Intercessor shall I take, To save my last important stake; When the most Just have cause to quake?
A62987	What Son of Hell and Darkness dare molest This awful Saint, scarce warm yet on my Breast?
A62987	What are the Breezes there, each flatt''ring Wind, But those dissembling Passions of my Mind?
A62987	What guilty Blushes wounded Conscience wears See how it starts lash''d with its secret Fears?
A62987	What happy Zeal thy Spirit did inspire, That''midst thy Tears could kindle so much fire?
A62987	What mean these Terrors?
A62987	When Justice shall her Sword unsheath, How will they Curse their second Breath, Who rise to a severer Death?
A62987	When in such Terms the Royal Saint had mourn''d, His Face, bedew''d with Tears, he meekly turn''d, Turn''d to the Wall: Why thither?
A62987	When the sad Mind its sober thoughts emploies, And finds it self born for Eternal Joys, How Earth''s unmanly, short Delights displease?
A62987	Where''s Gabriel now that visited my Cell?
A62987	Who knows if it were Musical, Or cou''d not judge of Sounds at all?
A62987	Who wou''d not choose to pass his brazen Gate, If such fierce Blessings must on Rapture wait?
A62987	Why did I not, when first my Mothers Womb Discharg''d me thence, drop down into my Tomb?
A62987	Why should I grieve for what I suffer here?
A62987	Why, fairest Object of my Love, Why dost Thou from my longing Eyes remove?
A62987	couldst thou know me sick to this degree, And yet so long defer to visit me?
A62987	or silently depart?
A62987	to whom Resign?"
A62987	what After- pangs will This create, When sober Thoughts the sinful Act debate?
A62987	what ails this Heart?
A62987	what can not warm Religion dare?
A62987	what could a private Master do?"
A62987	where have I been, Since first I wander''d in the maze of Sin?
A74677	And if these tokens do not prove Our fall draws on, unless we do amend?
A74677	And shal my Soul turn coward, ● ear and flie?
A74677	And shalt thou see?
A74677	And that my soul i''th end shall sure exult, Although the way seem somewhat difficult?
A74677	And therein dwel I in thee, thou in me?
A74677	And what so scornfully, scoff ● ing Cham so bold?
A74677	And what''s his price?
A74677	And, why shouldst thou a sp''rit invisible, Be pleas''d with things both gross and visible?
A74677	But Lord, it may be thou maist say to me, Alas, poor soul, wouldst thou my beauty see?
A74677	But here this one objection may accrew, How it may come to pass, a pearl should shew And represent this Man- God Christ our King?
A74677	But what am I, that me thou should''st believe?
A74677	But what sayes Rome to this?
A74677	Can height or depth, things present, things to come?
A74677	Can kingly favours, wealth or dignity?
A74677	Can worldly pleasures, pleasant unto some?
A74677	Could any valiant Ioshua, think you, chuse But enter combat with the proudest Foe?
A74677	For why?
A74677	For, in what Hath any Church a pow''r, if not in that VVhich is indifferent?
A74677	For, what ● s this world?
A74677	Give me( O Lord) a voice angelicall, With Heart unfeigned on thee thus to call: How long( O Lord) how long wilt thou delay?
A74677	How long, O Lord, how long wilt thou prolong, Thy wrath ● appeale and ease me, from among These d ● death- threatning dangers?
A74677	How many dreadfull Meteors, have there been In this our Climate, lately heard and seen?
A74677	How may the King and people take the same, I shall in the open streets defame So great a City?
A74677	How oft hast thou been my souls meditation?
A74677	How oft have I been ravisht with desire, That unto thee my soul might once aspire?
A74677	How oft have I been scorn''d and vili- pended Earths most unpleasant pleasures quickly ended?
A74677	How oft have I thee view''d with admiration?
A74677	How oft, the touch, Of famine have we had?
A74677	How often have we seen prodigious lights, O''respread the face of heav''n in moonless nights?
A74677	How shall I then Be hopeful of reclaiming other men?
A74677	How should my soul thy prayses due record?
A74677	I Se the Storm a comming, whether shall I Seek Covert in the Mountain, or the Valley?
A74677	If I shall, the Lord commanded me, Then, they perhaps will answer, What is he?
A74677	In seeking what their knowledg doth exceed?
A74677	In strains which man shall never apprehend?
A74677	In strange Chymera''s, and fantastick notions, That neither stir us up to good devotions, Nor mend our manners?
A74677	In what age, to fore did hear So many, who did Saints and Scars appear, Fall( as it were) from heav''n?
A74677	Is''t not most strong, invincible, durable?
A74677	Leave, leave your wanton toyes, and let alone Apollo sporting at his Helicon: Let Vulcan deale with Venus, what''s to thee?
A74677	Lord Jesus come, come quickly, do not stay; Make hast and tarry not, I thee intreat, And draw my soul from earth to heavenly seat, For why?
A74677	O when shal I come and appear in sight Of thee, the S ● n of righteousness most bright?
A74677	Of evill customes many are we see Insinuated, and so strict are we To keep them, that we sottishly deny To leave them, for what more would edifie?
A74677	Oh then, my soul, what pleasure infinite?
A74677	Oh what an Ocean of most sweet delight?
A74677	Or unto what I tel, credit give?
A74677	Or who hath heard Of greater eathquakes, than hath lately scar''d These quarters of the world?
A74677	Or who should be The Judge what is indifferent, if not she?
A74677	Or, in what I pray VVil men the Church authority obey, If not in such like things?
A74677	Shal fear of death my Christian- courage quell, Since my sure ground than his, is much more firm, And death to me is but my sorrows term?
A74677	Shal not my soul controle that enemy?
A74677	Shal then his Pagan- courage mine excel?
A74677	Shall Merchants venture both lives and goods, For wealth& pelf through th''Oceans dangrous floods?
A74677	That day of gladness never to decay, That day of Jubile when all are glad, That day when all rejoyce, none can be sad?
A74677	Treasure( sa ● d I?)
A74677	VVhat impious athiest dares it untrue hold What fearfull, faultfull, or unfaithfull Cain, Doth dare this truth, deride, doubt or disdain?
A74677	VVhat less, I pray, Are they then mad who fool their wits away In wheeling arguments which have no end?
A74677	VVhen shall see thee in it, it in theee?
A74677	What excellent rare thing are said of thee?
A74677	What man is capable to comprehend, Even so great glory God wil then extend?
A74677	What wilt thou say of this beatitude?
A74677	When shal I leave this Wilderness of wo, Wherein my soul is tossed to and fro?
A74677	When shal my soul by thine all- saving hand, Be led with joy from forth this Des ● rt Land?
A74677	Who could with vile pusillanimity, So free a Conquest coward like deny?
A74677	Who knoweth not that but a while ago A great Eclipse did threat, if not foreshow Gods Judgements?
A74677	Who then( I say) what''s he would be so base, As not this proffer gladlie to imbrace?
A74677	Why shouldst thou pin thy thoughts on mortal things Who art immortal from the King of Kings?
A74677	Why then my soul, shouldst thou to the earth be thral, Which hast a heav''nly blest Original?
A74677	Wilt thou a Princes Son, a heavenly Prince, Let Satans gilded apples thee convince?
A74677	Wilt thou the Son of heav''ns all- sacred King, Offend thy father for so vile a thing?
A74677	Would any David his Goliah flie?
A74677	Would any Gideon such a fight refuse?
A74677	Yea, shal the ship boy gladly undergo All hazards which or Sea or shore can show?
A74677	Yea, what a most profound and pure abyss; Thus to behold the Lord of Lords, is this?
A74677	are these That people which was Master of the Seas, And grew so mighty?
A74677	how can it be?)
A74677	how long shall it be said to me, Wait, wait, expect, and thou the time shalt see?
A74677	must not then this City needs be stable?
A74677	tel me, if thou can?
A74677	when shal I see that day?
A52174	AH Father Abraham, Pity me, Who with tormenting Flames am Stung, For pity whither should I Flee But to the Bowels whence I Sprung?
A52174	ARt thou forlorn of God, and com''st to me?
A52174	Am I a Child of Man and God?
A52174	Am I a Garden?
A52174	And dost imagine some fair Bridge to lie, Betwixt the White and Black- Eternity?
A52174	And dost thou surely come?
A52174	And dost thou surely quickly come?
A52174	And dost thou ● ook on such a One?
A52174	And must we Drink his Blood?
A52174	And slug I here?
A52174	And something hear?"
A52174	Are not thine Eyes most pure?
A52174	But what was Ever?
A52174	Can our pure Light with Smoak& Darkness dwell?
A52174	Come then my dearest, dearest Lord, My sweetest, surest Friend; Come, for I loath these Kedar Tents, Thy Fiery Chariots send: What have I here?
A52174	Dost all my Love and Sufferings slight?
A52174	FAirest of Fairs, if thus it be, O whither is he gone?
A52174	Fool, ask not where th''Almighty is, All Glory to Him give; Is not his Power fully prov''d, In suffring Thee to Live?
A52174	For why?
A52174	God spake the word, Peace and be still, My Sins, those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight, Where now are all my fears?
A52174	God''s holy VVatchmen did Me find, Of whom I did enquire, Pray, can ye help my troubled Mind, VVhich doth a Christ desire?
A52174	HOW shall I Sing that Majesty Which Angels do admire?
A52174	Here in the dark and deep I grope, Who us''d to live above; Where is my Faith?
A52174	His Sins for Wages loudly Cry, Justice with dreadful sound Cries too, Cut down this fruitless Tree, VVhy cumbers it the Ground?
A52174	How am I Born, whilst sick of Love, In those blest Hands of his?
A52174	I hear a Joyful Sound, Surely I quickly come; Each word much sweetness doth distil, Like a full Honey- Comb: And dost thou come, my dearest Lord?
A52174	IF such an Envious Gulf there be, Yet, Father, lend an Ear to me: From Earth to Heaven a way is Pav''d; How else came Lazarus to be Sav''d?
A52174	IS not the Hand of God in this: Is not this End divine?
A52174	If one poor moment he be Left, He Sinks, and where is He?
A52174	Is he thy Wish who was thy Scorn before?
A52174	It was a waking Dream they would conclude,"A Juggle which our Senses did delude:"Or did we something see?
A52174	LOrd, What is Man, that Lump of Sin, Made up of Earth and Hell; Not fit to come within the Camp Where Holy Angels dwell?
A52174	Let the Redeemed of the Lord, Their thankful Voices raise: Can we be Dumb, whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise?
A52174	Lord, I return''d at thy Command, VVhat wilt thou have me do?
A52174	My Bones and Senses, all must say, Lord, who is like to thee?
A52174	My Christ he is the Heaven of Heaven, My Christ what shall I call?
A52174	My Church, to Me the World is dross, And thou a Pearl of Price; And art thou Stray''d and as a Loss?
A52174	My Church, who art most New, most Fair, How Dear art thou and Sweet; In whom all Sweets compacted are, In whom all Graces meet?
A52174	My Coat is off, and how shall I Put on my Coat again?
A52174	My House is Fill''d and Feasted too; It is an House of Bread: How can I hear my Children Sing, And not Sing unto thee?
A52174	My Lord, whom should I fear but Thee, VVho am thy Creatures Fear?
A52174	My Voice, my Prayer, and my Complaint, That heard so willingly?
A52174	My heartless Dove, why dost thou faint, And hide thy self from me?
A52174	No Breasts on our small Sister grow, Nor is She yet Admir''d; What shall we for our Sister do, When she shall be desir''d?
A52174	O Daughter of the Mighty God, How comely are thy Feet?
A52174	O Fairest, let us know; VVherein does thine others out- shine, That thou dost Charge us so?
A52174	O God of Grace, who hast Restor''d Thine Image unto Me, Which by my Sins was quite defac''d, What shall I render Thee?
A52174	Pray tell me where and how?
A52174	Return, Return Apace That we may look with much delight Vpon thy Glorious Face: What in the Shulamite I pray, Do ye expect to see?
A52174	Seers, did ye my Saviour see?
A52174	Shall I, said I; forgoe my Christ, And so close up mine Eyes?
A52174	Shall Lazarus now be welcome to thy door?
A52174	Should I come o''re the Dusty Floor, My washed Feet to stain?
A52174	Should not I here thy Servant be, VVhose Creatures serve me here?
A52174	Since none can see thy Face and live, For me to die is best, Through Jordan''s streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan''s Rest?
A52174	So poor I am, so great thou art, The Lord, how can I Feast?
A52174	Tell me now from thy Breast, Where feeds the Flock?
A52174	The City- watch did light on me, Of whom I did enquire, In any Street, pray, Did ye see, The Man, whom I admire?
A52174	The World presents its glorious Shews, But what are those to me?
A52174	Thee, Lord, who still thy Church dost love, All Creatures must obey; And when for Thine thou dost arise, Their En''mies, where are they?
A52174	Their earnest Cries do pierce the Skies, And shall I silent be?
A52174	Then, O North, Awake, and on it Breath; Thy quickning Breath will summon forth The Odours from Beneath: Am I a Garden?
A52174	Thousands of Thousands stand Around Thy Throne, O God, most High; Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy Praise; but who am I?
A52174	Thy carriage how discreet?
A52174	VVhat Morn looks forth?
A52174	VVhat Sun may yonder be?
A52174	VVhat''s your thick Clay?
A52174	VVhatever is not Hell it self, For me it is too good: But must we Eat the Flesh of Christ?
A52174	VVhere God doth dwell, sure Heav''n is there, And Singing there must be; Since, Lord, thy Presence makes my Heaven, VVhom should I sing but Thee?
A52174	VVho is, said they, this Lord of thine?
A52174	VVhy should not Patience make me sing, VVhen Hell would make me roar?
A52174	Vast Numbers from his Word at first did flow, And must his Word pass for a Cypher now?
A52174	WHat Dog is this that dares Presume on Me?
A52174	WHat shall I Render to my God, For all his Gifts to Me?
A52174	What Eye e''re pierc''d th''Almighties Sacred Breast?
A52174	What Jewel is this Dear of thine, O Fairest, let us know; Wherein does thine Others out- shine, That thou dost charge us so?
A52174	What Voices or what Visions would you have?
A52174	What are Thorns in th''Account of Men, Vnto the Lilly bright?
A52174	What are the Fairest Daughters, when My Love appears in sight?
A52174	What are the common Trees o''th''Wood Unto the Apple Tree?
A52174	What can I tell thee then but Misery?
A52174	What does the word[ Eternal] signifie?
A52174	What have I in this Barren Land?
A52174	What is a Spirit?
A52174	What is the Rich and Noblest Blood, My lovely Lord, to Thee?
A52174	What smoaky Pillar strait from hence Out of that Desart Rises; Perfum''d with Myrrh and Frankincense, And all the Merchants Spices?
A52174	What then were all the Creatures Smiles, When the Creator frown''d?
A52174	What thing is there that I can wish, But Thee in Heav''n above?
A52174	What''s Infinity?"
A52174	When once the Hour of thy Design Hath on these Captives Shone, When they are call''d and own''d for Thine, What shall be further done?
A52174	When shall our Souls mount up to Thee, Most Holy, Just, and True, To eat that Bread, and drink that Wine; VVhich is for ever New?
A52174	Where are those Baits on which my Lusts did prey,"The Price of which I cast my self away?"
A52174	Where is its Noon- Tyde Rest?
A52174	Where is my Hope?
A52174	Where is my wonted Love?
A52174	Where''s now my Pomp and Pride, my Feasts& Sports,"Whose Chains detain''d me from the Sacred Courts?"
A52174	Who would not fear thy Searching Eye, Witness to all that''s true?
A52174	Why should I stray, and lose my way, Till I at last do Fall Among thy Fellows Flocks, as they Themselves do proudly call?
A52174	Ye know not what''s within; Whom God doth love, how dare ye hate?
A52174	how it twinges and torments his Eyes?
A52174	what Moon is there?
A52174	where doth it move?
A46242	A comely visage will not let thee touch?
A46242	ARt angry Cain?
A46242	ARt thou turn''d Fencer Sathan?
A46242	Adorn''d his Temple with a richer Crowne?
A46242	Alas poore soule art puzzeld?
A46242	And can you blame me?
A46242	And can you blame them?
A46242	And deckes her selfe in spring attire, To make my ravisht soule admire?
A46242	And glut thy sight with beauty?
A46242	And makes Aurora blush to see her?
A46242	And never my Ambition checke, But still be pliant to my becke?
A46242	And paints her face and all day long Sits breathing out a Syrens song?
A46242	And shewes her pompe, and then in fine Tells me, that shee and hers are mine?
A46242	Are ye not made of Clay, as well as hee?
A46242	Because thou didst revive their dead mens age?
A46242	But come my soule, let me advise, What needst thou to implore The Saints for ayde?
A46242	But prethee speake, hast any cause to prate?
A46242	But what need''st thou lend a Crutch, Thou canst make me perfect whole?
A46242	But why''s the way so thorny?
A46242	COme Rise my heart, thy Master''s risen, Why slug''st thou in thy grave?
A46242	Can one looke daunt you all?
A46242	Can the Creation yeeld a parallel?
A46242	Challenge a Woman?
A46242	Didst not thou bring thy God a lovely prize And crowne his Altar with a sacrifice, Art not thou elder?
A46242	Do''st not thou often with those feathers vaile Thy face, with which the Ostridge hides her taile?
A46242	Doe not two neighbours often doe the same, Whilst that the Lawyers laugh to see the game?
A46242	Dost know thy beauty?
A46242	Dost thou not know he broke the prison?
A46242	Doth not the Silke worme and the Oxes hide Serve to maintaine thee in thy cheefest pride?
A46242	EVE for thy fruite thou gav''st too deare a price, What?
A46242	HArke; what harmonious Musicke fils mine eare?
A46242	Have ye not one Creator?
A46242	Hell sent forth Heraulds to divulge thy fame But man( Lord what''s he made of?)
A46242	How apt are we good God to trample in, Nay t''urge occasions for to act our sinne?
A46242	How apt are we, when outward things forsake us, To haste to God?
A46242	How is it Lord thou sowedst glorious seedes And loe a harvest all compact of weedes?
A46242	How is it then, that Man so little feares The plots of Sathan and those dev''lish snares?
A46242	Iordan... Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
A46242	Iordan... Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
A46242	Is Abels offring better tooke then thine?
A46242	Iust so when God inflicted on his Sonne His bittrest wrath, the anger being done O then how soone he doubled his renowne?
A46242	Lord can a Cripple go?
A46242	Lord speake?
A46242	MAdam looke off; why peep''st thou?
A46242	Must Adam too?
A46242	No thou mistak''st: say, dost thou t ● uely thirst, For him?
A46242	Or dost thou thinke a Sunne that shines so cleare, Will scorne to let a lesser Orbe come neere?
A46242	Or what though profit with her Charmes Grasping the world within her armes Vnlades her selfe?
A46242	Or why didst thou their fury thus inrage?
A46242	Or why dost thou expect that I should raise Thy glory with my voice?
A46242	Or why so loth into thy armes to goe?
A46242	Or with her gilded tales intice Me, to a seeming Paradise?
A46242	Peace Querkus peace, and hold thy tongue for shame Dost not perceive that thy conclusion''s lame?
A46242	Small molehils seeme as mountaines in our way, And every light affliction makes us stay: Why should we stop at petty strawes below?
A46242	Speake, speake thou giddy lambe, wer''t not thou spide At play but now?
A46242	T is servant to the soule: what limbe can stirre, Nay darst to quatch, if once shee make demurre?
A46242	Tell me yee Creatures, say, what fearefull sight Hath put you to this unexpected flight?
A46242	The world ca n''t give a glasse to represent Thy shape, and shall a durty element Bewitch thee?
A46242	Thou art chiefe Of all his workes: and shall the world turne theefe And steale away thy love?
A46242	Thou being pesterd with some dire disease, How can thy stately dwelling give thee ease?
A46242	Thou bruis''d her heele, what though?
A46242	Thou gavest them life, and spentst thy dearest breath For them, and now thou art repaid with death: What griefe was ere like thine?
A46242	Though nature paints her cheekes with red And makes proud Venus hide her head?
A46242	WHat drowsie weather''s this?
A46242	WHat meanes my God?
A46242	WHat though my Love doth neate appeare?
A46242	WHen God the floods from lands did undivide?
A46242	Was there but one forbid?
A46242	What art thou proud of then?
A46242	What is the cause thou madst their blindmen see?
A46242	What nought but grones?
A46242	What pleasant raptures?
A46242	What though her crimson lips so mute Doe alwayes wooe a new salute, What though her wan ● on eyes doe shine Like glistring starres and dazell mine?
A46242	What though shee shew her painted brates And bids me smell her Violates?
A46242	What though shee thus inlarge my store With every day a thousand more?
A46242	What though the earth for me prepares A present from her golden Quarres, And braggeth of her earely gaines, Exhausted from her silver vaines?
A46242	What though the world doth me invite And daily play the Parasite?
A46242	What though thy Table be compleatly spread With farre- fetcht dainties, and the purest bread That fruitfull earth can yeeld?
A46242	What though thy habitation should excell In beauty, and were Edens parallel?
A46242	What though with her sublime pretences Shee strives t''imprison all my senses?
A46242	What''s heav''n without a God?
A46242	What?
A46242	When leave I this halting pace?
A46242	When shall I most perfect be?
A46242	When worldly wealth appeares, and we can see Such outward blessings flow: then who but we?
A46242	Why dost thou call?
A46242	Why start ye then?
A46242	Why what''s the body when the soule''s away?
A46242	Why?
A46242	Wold not those sighs( which could not peirce their eares) Have turnd a rocke into a sea of teares?
A46242	Would not those wrongs thou bor''st without reliefe, Make every cave, to echo out thy griefe?
A46242	Wouldst have me come?
A46242	ah shall th''Almighties eares Be fild with sighes all vsherd in with teares?
A46242	all this may bee, If thou no stomacke hast, what''s all to thee?
A46242	and bids me see What paines shee takes, and all for me; And then invites me to her bower Filling my coffers every houre?
A46242	and must shee bee So base a wretch to taste of such a tree?
A46242	and what but voice this comely feature?
A46242	are ye not His elder Brothers, and the first begot?
A46242	can a blind man see?
A46242	can his face Stretch out your legs unto their swiftest pace?
A46242	canst not bring Thy God some honour though thou strive to sing?
A46242	did not thy offring too Come from thy God?
A46242	dost thou not excell?
A46242	for an Apple give a Paradise?
A46242	how apt''s our God to take us?
A46242	is it man that frights you?
A46242	is it not strange to see One weake- one make ten thousand strong ones flee?
A46242	is''t I?
A46242	me thinks''t is fit Thou should''st be humble for the wearing it: Tell me proud Madam; thou that art so nise, How were thy parents clad in Paradise?
A46242	or dost thou owe Homage to earth?
A46242	or what''s the skye If once bright Phoebus close his radiant eye?
A46242	prethee say?
A46242	say, is thy blisse below?
A46242	thinke, is not thy birth most high?
A46242	thoughts aspire To thinke on thee my Christ: my zeales on fire, What shall I doe my love?
A46242	wast thou made of Clay?
A46242	what doe thy thoughts repine?
A46242	what more could Abell doe?
A46242	what neede this bee?
A46242	what''s the matter, that ye haste away, Ye that ere while, were sporting all the day?
A46242	why dost present to me Such glorious objects?
A46242	why dost thou becken so?
A46242	why so slow?
A46242	why then dost skip aside?
A46242	would not thy mone Quickly dissolve an adamantine stone?
A46242	would''st behold A visage that will make thy Venus cold?
A46242	would''st thou faine espye, A glorious object for thy wandring eye?
A34930	& byems?
A34930	''Cause thou streight must lay thy Head In the Dust?
A34930	''t is a much chang''d plant, which yet Thy selfe did''st set,''T is chang''d indeed, did Autumn e''re such beauties bring To shame his Spring?
A34930	( thus bellow''d hee) oh mee ● what great, Portents before mine eyes their Powers advance?
A34930	1 MVse, now the servant of soft Loves no more, Hate is thy Theame, and Herod, whose unblest Hand( ô what dares not jealous Greatnesse?)
A34930	18 Does thy song lull the Ayre?
A34930	19 Does the Night arise?
A34930	22 Whither away so fast?
A34930	6 Faire Drop, why quak''st thou so?
A34930	A Drop, one drop, how sweetly one faire drop Would tremble on my pearle- tipt fingers top?
A34930	A happy soule that all the way, To heaven, hath a summers day?
A34930	A man whose sober soule can tell, How to weare her garments well?
A34930	A man whose tuned humours bee, A set of rarest harmony?
A34930	A soule shearhed in a christall shrine, Through which all her bright features shine?
A34930	A soule whose intelectuall beames No mistes doe maske no lazy steames?
A34930	A well cloathed soule that''s not opprest, Nor choakt with what shee should bee drest?
A34930	Ah my Heart, is that the way?
A34930	And rising with rich spoiles upon his Brest, With his faire Triumphs fill all ● uture stories?
A34930	And serves my purer sight, onely to beat Downe my proud Thought, and leave it in a Trance?
A34930	And the gay starrs lead on their Golden dance?
A34930	And thou( Heaven- burthen''d Beast) hast ne''re a word To praise thy Lord?
A34930	And yet whose force feare I?
A34930	Are Husks so deare?
A34930	Are these the Beames that rule thy Day?
A34930	Are they Mouthes?
A34930	Are they not ods?
A34930	Art thou not Lucifer?
A34930	Aut qua tam posset candidus ire toga?
A34930	But stay, what glimpse was that?
A34930	But these vast Mysteries his senses smother, And Reason( for what''s Faith to him?)
A34930	But while I speake, whither are run All the Rivers nam''d before?
A34930	COuld not once blinding me, cruell, suff ● ce?
A34930	Can his attempts above st ● ll prosp''rous be, Auspicious still, in sp ● ght of Hell and me?
A34930	Come thy Creator too, what though it cost Mee yet a second fall?
A34930	DEath, what dost?
A34930	Does night loose her eyes?
A34930	Does thy sweet breath''d Prayer Vp in clouds of Incense climbe?
A34930	Dost laugh?
A34930	Ergò vel invitis nivibus, frendentibus Austris, Nostra novis poterunt regna tumere rosis?
A34930	FAithlesse and fond Mortality, Who will ever credit thee?
A34930	For us and our eternall good As they are wo nt; what though?
A34930	Frowne I; and can great Nature keep her seat?
A34930	HAth onely Anger an Omnipotence In Eloquence?
A34930	HOw Life and Death in Thee Agree?
A34930	Hee has my Heaven( what would he more?)
A34930	Her garments that upon her sit, As garments should doe close and fit?
A34930	His Trumpets?
A34930	Hoc populi bona murmura vol ● unt; Publicus hoc( audin''?)
A34930	How hath one blacke Eclipse cancell''d, and crost The glories that did guild thee in thy Rise?
A34930	In summe, wouldst see a man that can Live to bee old and still a man?
A34930	Is hee not satisfied?
A34930	Is not the soile a kind one( thinke ye) that returnes Roses for Thornes?
A34930	It is better to go into Heaven with one eye,& c. ONe Eye?
A34930	It shall not be, said I, and clombe the North, Where never wing of Angell yet made way What though I m ● st my blow?
A34930	KNow''st thou this Souldier?
A34930	Mars his sword?
A34930	Mars thou hast beaten naked, and ô then What need''st thou put on armes against poore men?
A34930	Mocke me, and dazle my darke Mysteries?
A34930	Must the bright armes of Heav''n, rebuke these eyes?
A34930	Nam quae non poteris per arma ferri, Cui matris sinus atque utrumque sidus Magnorum patet officina Amorum?
A34930	Nam quid Ave nostrum?
A34930	Namquae alia indueret tam dulcia nomina mensis?
A34930	Nix?
A34930	Nos deceat nimiis tantum permittere nimbis?
A34930	Nónne vides quali se palmite regia vitis Prodit,& in sacris quae sedet uvajugis?
A34930	O how oft shalt thou complaine Of a sweet and subtile paine?
A34930	O if Love shall live, ô where But in her Eye, or in her Eare, In her Brest, or in her Breath, Shall I hide poore Love from Death?
A34930	O whither?
A34930	Of intollerable joyes?
A34930	Or if Love shall dye, ô where, But in her Eye, or in her Eare, In her Breath, or in her Breast, Shall I Build his funerall Nest?
A34930	Put poore Nature to such cost?
A34930	Quas hyemis pingit purpura tanta genas?
A34930	Quid mihi cum nivibus?
A34930	Quid tu nescio quos narras mihi, stulte, Decembres?
A34930	Reply''d the proud King, O my Crownes Defence?
A34930	SEe here an easie Feast that knowes no wound, That under Hungers Teeth will needs be sound: A subtle Harvest of unbounded bread, What would ye more?
A34930	SEene?
A34930	SErta, puer:( quis nunc flores non praebeat hortus?)
A34930	See''st thou that Mary there?
A34930	Shee''s call''d againe, and will shee goe; When heaven bids come, who can say no?
A34930	Siccine nostra tuus tempora ludus erunt?
A34930	Siccine sub medi ● poterunt tua surgere brum ●, Atque suas solùm lilia nosse nives?
A34930	Siccine tu cum vere tuo nihil horrida brumae Sydera, nil madidos sola morare notos?
A34930	Sing?
A34930	Sweet Mary thy faire Eyes expence?
A34930	TEll me bright Boy, tell me my golden Lad, Whither away so frolick?
A34930	TO thee these first fruits of my growing death( For what else is my life?)
A34930	TWo went to pray?
A34930	Tam laetis quae bruma solet ridere racemis?
A34930	Tempora tam tetricas ferre Britanna vices?
A34930	That could the Fates know to relent?
A34930	The faire starre is well fixt, for where, ô where Could she have fixt it on a fairer Spheare?
A34930	The fairest, and the first- borne smile of Heav''n?
A34930	The nimblest of the lightning- winged Loves?
A34930	Therefore onely give to day, To morrow to be snatcht away?
A34930	Tu Phoebi faciem tentas, vanissime?
A34930	Tune illas violare genas?
A34930	WHat bright soft thing is this?
A34930	WHat succour can I hope the Muse will send Whose drowsinesse hath wrong''d the Muses friend?
A34930	WHat?
A34930	WHere art thou Sol, while thus the blind- fold Day Staggers out of the East, looses her way Stumbling on Night?
A34930	WOuld any one the true cause find How Love came nak''t, a Boy, and blind?
A34930	Wa''st thy full victories fairer increase, That th''one spake, or that th''other held his peace?
A34930	Warme thoughts free spirits, flattering Winters selfe into a spring?
A34930	Was ever froward wind That could be so unkind, Or wave so proud?
A34930	What a reckoning hast thou made, Of the hopes in him we laid?
A34930	What all thy Wealth in counsaile?
A34930	What armour does he weare?
A34930	What hath our world that can entice You to be borne?
A34930	What his steeds?
A34930	What hope Aurora to propitiate thee, Vnlesse the Muse sing my Apology?
A34930	What is Loves Sacrifice, but the broken Heart?
A34930	What need they helpe to drowne thine heart, That strives in Torrents of its owne?
A34930	What need thy faire head beare a part In Teares?
A34930	What?
A34930	Where art thou man?
A34930	Whither hast ye then?
A34930	Who''s this that comes circled in rayes, that scorne Acquaintance with the Sunne?
A34930	Why are yee afraid, O yee of little faith?
A34930	Why art thou troubled Herod?
A34930	Why did I spend my life, and spill my Blood, That thy firme hand for ever might sustaine A well- pois''d Scepter?
A34930	Why dost Thou wound my wounds, ô Thou that passest by Handling& turning them with an unwounded eye?
A34930	Why dost thou let thy brave soule lye supprest, In Death- like slumbers; while thy dangers crave A waking eye and hand?
A34930	Why else had Baalams Asse a tongue to chide His Masters pride?
A34930	Within the lips of Love and Ioy doth dwell No miracle?
A34930	Would''st thou see a man whose well warmed blood, Bathes him in a genuine flood?
A34930	Wouldst see a man all, his owne wealth, His owne Physick, his owne health?
A34930	Wouldst see a nest of Roses grow In a bed of reverend snow?
A34930	Wouldst see blith lookes, fresh cheeks beguile Age, wouldst see December smile?
A34930	all thy state?
A34930	and glorious?
A34930	and yet hated thee?
A34930	as if thine eyes had none?
A34930	does it now seeme good Thy Brothers blood be- spilt like spent in vaine?
A34930	faire Cytherea say, Why art thou arm''d so desperately to day?
A34930	foolish Phaeton?
A34930	have I so lost My selfe?
A34930	hee to whom the droves Of stars, that guild the Morne in charge were given?
A34930	how did''st thou rise Twice di''d in thine owne blushes, and did''st run To draw the Curtaines, and awake the Sun?
A34930	how hath one bold sinne cost Thee all the Beauties of thy once bright Eyes?
A34930	how lost Art thou unto thy selfe, thou too selfe- wise Narcissus?
A34930	is''t some Deity Stept from her Throne of starres deignes to be seene ● Is it some Deity?
A34930	meanes he to wrest Hell from me too, and sack my Territories?
A34930	morabere menses?
A34930	my strength too with my innocence?
A34930	now can''st thou sleep?
A34930	o say Why yee trip so fast away?
A34930	or a sin so cheape, That thou need''st heape ● Rape upon''t?
A34930	or are they eyes?
A34930	or is''t our Queene?
A34930	play?
A34930	quid enim, puer alme, moraris?
A34930	quid nostri verba triumphi?
A34930	saies Venus, thus provok''st thou mee, That being nak''t, thou know''st could conquer thee?
A34930	sleep''st thou?
A34930	tender cryes, his men to dare So much?
A34930	thinke we to no other end, Gracious Heavens do use to send Earth her best perfection, But to vanish and be gone?
A34930	thou sweet Dawne of a glorious day, Center of those thy Grandsires, shall I say Henry and Iames, or Mars and Phoebus rather?
A34930	to whom( ah) shall we sing or play, If not Ierusalem to thee?
A34930	tune illa profanis, Morbe ferox, tantas ire per or a notis?
A34930	what bootes thee to cast back thy eyes, Where dawning hope no beame of comfort showes?
A34930	what cowardly mistake Of thy great selfe, hath stolne King Herod from thee?
A34930	what second Morne At mid- day opes a presence which Heavens eye Stands off and points at?
A34930	what vaine feare Thy blood- revolving Brest to rage doth move?
A34930	when I Lay folded up in sleepes captivity; How at the sight did''st Thou draw back thine Eyes, Into thy modest veyle?
A34930	who so hard an husbandman could ever find A soyle so kind?
A34930	why blusht the day ▪ Why ran the started aire trembling away?
A34930	why should he wish to prey Vpon thy Crowne, who gives his owne away?
A34930	why so glad?
A34930	with his divinest Glories?
A34930	● S murther no sin?
A56850	( strife?
A56850	ARe all hopes fled?
A56850	Accursed Caitiffe, dost thou think to scape The fury of my hand, or make a rape Upon my goodness?
A56850	Ah me, can nothing cure me, is my grief So much insanable, that no relief Can flow from Gilead?
A56850	Ah, could th''advice Of Satan tempt thee to this avarice With so much ease, and make thee rashly do So foul a deed, and tempt thy Adam too?
A56850	Ah, could thy longing lie no longer hid?
A56850	Ah, shall thy God implore, And beg of beggars to receive his store?
A56850	Ah, what obvious flint Hath turn''d Affections edge?
A56850	Ah, where wilt thou keep( Thus tumbled from a Precipice so steep) The sad unpeopl''d rendezvouz?
A56850	Ah, whither wouldst thou fly To feed thy famish''d Soul, should Heav''n deny?
A56850	Ah, why fond wretch, why dost thou thus provide Thy feeble self to strive against the tyde?
A56850	Ah, why hast thou run Beyond thy bounds?
A56850	Ah, why wilt thou procure Thine own destructions?
A56850	Ambiguous Soul, why dost thou thus connive At thine own follies?
A56850	And ah, wilt thou not raise Thy stupid Soul an inch to give him praise?
A56850	And can not Man be good?
A56850	And can the spring of thy affections find So soon an Autumn?
A56850	And is it so?
A56850	And is it thus, that Heav''n will not regard My cryes?
A56850	And wilt thou not( copy wretch) drink one poor sup Of bitter drink for him, that drank a cup To sweeten thine?
A56850	Art thou resolv''d to cross My real motions?
A56850	Art thou resolv''d to make( what dost thou mean) My ears thy stage, and every word a scean?
A56850	Art thou resolv''d to sport With thy destruction, and not yield the Fort?
A56850	Art thou resolv''d?
A56850	Audacious wretch, What, has my Judgment made Thy heart grow peremptory?
A56850	Bless me, ô heav''n: what blust''ring stormy weather Drove such a vile prodigious Monster hither?
A56850	But stay, where runs my quill?
A56850	Can a woe Be more exub''rous?
A56850	Can not Gods Command Force thee to bow?
A56850	Canst thou be unkind With so much ease?
A56850	Canst thou ruminate Upon his Love, and yet wilt not dilate Thy Soul unto him?
A56850	Consider man, how often hath this Mirror Of pure affection woo''d thee from thine error?
A56850	Couldst thou expect that Heav''n would entertain A thing so poor?
A56850	Did I not answer such as would destroy?
A56850	Did I not answer that I could not love?
A56850	Did I not answer that I was content?
A56850	Did I not answer that they were unblest?
A56850	Did I not answer''t was in shedding blood?
A56850	Did I not promise I would give thee all?
A56850	Did I not promise that I''de make thee wise?
A56850	Did I not promise thee a Crown of life?
A56850	Did I not promise thee eternal glory?
A56850	Did I not promise to advance thy fame?
A56850	Did I not promise to be true and just?
A56850	Did I not promise to encrease thy store?
A56850	Did I not promise to uphold thy peace?
A56850	Did I not say such promises were small?
A56850	Did I not say such wars would never cease?
A56850	Did I not say that promise was a story?
A56850	Did I not say thou wert compos''d of lies?
A56850	Did I not say thy honors were thy shame?
A56850	Did I not say, I''de neither try nor trust?
A56850	Did I not tel thee that thou shouldst have joy?
A56850	Did I not tell thee that I did lament?
A56850	Did I not tell thee that my ways were best?
A56850	Did I not tell thee what a friend I''d prove?
A56850	Did it not add to Pilates sin, who cry''d, I find no fault, and yet our Saviour dy''d?
A56850	Did you not tell me, that your peaceful Seat Was rich, sublime,( and without measure) great?
A56850	Does he, whom Heav''n and Earth can not contain, No nor the Heav''n of Heav''ns, stoop down to gain Thy dull respects?
A56850	Dot''st thou on Earth?
A56850	For what?
A56850	Hard hearted Man, why wilt thou not relent To hear thy Brother, almost hunger- spent, Craving thy succour?
A56850	Hast thou abandon''d Love?
A56850	Hast thou transform''d thy heart into a rock That will not move?
A56850	Hast thou vow''d To stop thy ears?
A56850	Hast thou vow''d to stand In opposition?
A56850	Have I laid Too small a burthen on thee?
A56850	Have I not always taken great delight?
A56850	Have I not been assiduous to await Upon thy pleasure?
A56850	Have I not labour''d like a watchful father To nourish thee?
A56850	Have I not proffer''d all that can be given To a sick Soul?
A56850	Having eat thy death, Couldst thou expect to live?
A56850	Heav''n had but one,& thou hadst many Wherewith to please thine appetite; and yet Wouldst thou prove so ambitious, as to sit Upon the highest twigg?
A56850	How canst thou forbear To numerate his love without a tear?
A56850	How dare thy hellish lips usurp a word Fill''d with divinity, but will afford No rest, no comfort, to thy horrid Soul?
A56850	How full of poyson''s every word that flows Out of thy mouth?
A56850	How much nocturnal and diurnal care Have I sustain''d for thee?
A56850	How to determine both of good and ill?
A56850	How?
A56850	I reel, I reel( if not sustain''d) I shall Receive a sudden and a deadly fall; What shall I do in this deplor''d condition?
A56850	If I should dive into the deep abyss Of thy black thoughts, what glory, or what bliss Should I discern?
A56850	If my belief could keep an equal pace With my swift tongue, how ful of Faith& Grace Should I appear?
A56850	Is not my seat The throne of happiness?
A56850	Is there no warbling voice Can charm his ears, and woo him to rejoice In being pitiful?
A56850	Is this the little All That this great World can boast of?
A56850	Is thy brazen heart Impenetrable?
A56850	Is thy mind disturb''d With foul mistrust?
A56850	Lord, let thy fury cease to burn, Or else my Soul must cease to be; Can praises issue from the Urn?
A56850	Lord, our fore- fathers found redress In all their frights, in all their fears; Wilt thou be dumb to my distress, And not my God, as well as theirs?
A56850	Lord, we are Captives, and we bow To Satans burthen every hour, We sow in tears, oh when wilt thou With joy requite the weary sower?
A56850	Man( like the wind) is every moment flying To every place, and hares to be complying Or resting any where; how can it be?
A56850	Man[ Map of Misery] who can prevail In thy requests?
A56850	Move me to anger, do, and thou shalt find A courteous friend at last may prove unkind: Have I not woo''d thee almost night and day To goe to Heaven?
A56850	Must I be always waiting on the train Of your desires, and spend my time in vain?
A56850	Must man still wander in the shades of grief?
A56850	Must th''Almighty''s love be said To dwell in Man, whose tongue can not deliver The least of thanks unto so great a Giver?
A56850	Must we call These things our pleasures?
A56850	Must wretched Man, The spawn of baseness, and the unmeasur''d span Of everlasting infancy, be made Loves object?
A56850	Nefandous Creature, how canst thou endure Thy wretched self?
A56850	Nor try, nor trust?
A56850	Oh where Wilt thou procure a hand that will unsnare Th''intangled Soul?
A56850	Oh, whither shall I run To hide my self, until the glorious Sun Of his affections usher in the day Of welcom Joy?
A56850	Oh, whither shall I stray?
A56850	On what inclining ear Wilt thou expend thy groans?
A56850	Or dost thou think to reign Within my brest?
A56850	Or what more great?
A56850	Or who can cut off th''entail Of thy distress?
A56850	Poor man, in what a wilderness of sorrow Dost thou now ramble in: where wilt thou borrow A minutes rest?
A56850	Preposterous wretch, how hast thou spread a cloud Over thy head?
A56850	Sad Pilgrim of the world, where wilt thou find( In the unpathed earth) a place so kind To entertain thee?
A56850	Sat Did I not tell thee I was great and good?
A56850	Say, whither art thou going?
A56850	Shall Heav''n indulge Himself to Man?
A56850	Shall frost and snow give praise to thee, And shall my Soul not bear a part?
A56850	Shall he be a slave To his own slaves?
A56850	Shall his bounty crave Thy base acceptance?
A56850	Shall mercy call aloud, And thou not hear?
A56850	Shall mercy call and knock, And thou not hear?
A56850	Shall thund''ring Judgments rattle About thy ears, and yet wilt thou imbattle Against the Lord of Hosts?
A56850	Tell me, how dar''st thou interrupt my brest?
A56850	Tell me, thou trembling wretch, how dost thou know That thou art naked?
A56850	That Heav''n can love so much inconstancy?
A56850	Thou bold- fac''d Orator, how dar''st thou come Before me, or be otherwise than dumb?
A56850	Thy fervent Prayers he always will admit, Then how canst thou remember to forget A God so mindful?
A56850	Thy friend,( soul- saving word) what higher bliss Can crown a heart, than such a friend as this?
A56850	Touch- stone of baseness, dost thou come to prove Whether I''m gold, or dross?
A56850	Unconstant wife, To prove a Traitor to thy Husbands life As soon as made: Fond wretch could nothing suit With thy nice palate, but forbidden fruit?
A56850	Vain lump of vanity, what can this Earth Afford thy thoughts more than a short- liv''d mirth?
A56850	Vain, simple wretch; ah, how couldst thou behave Thy self before a Judge so great, so grave?
A56850	Was it for this( this little world) he form''d A world so great?
A56850	Was there no tree that could content thy eye, But only that which was forbidden?
A56850	Was''t for this he laid Such rich Foundations?
A56850	Was''t for this his Power Deckt this well- pleasing odoriferous Bower?
A56850	What I express is onely for your good, But what is more than grave advice withstood?
A56850	What arm can save?
A56850	What canst thou do, Oh man, that may ingratiate or renew Thy former love?
A56850	What dost thou think, my arm is grown so short It can not reach thee?
A56850	What fear I, fearing thee?
A56850	What help can I expect from thee, That merit vengeance every hour?
A56850	What higher note of love was ever strain''d To any ear?
A56850	What impious tongue is that which dares defie My power with so much boldnes?
A56850	What is there, Lord, what is in me To hope for safety from thy power?
A56850	What shall I do, or whither shall I go, To hide me from this Labyrinth of woe?
A56850	What shall I do?
A56850	What strange contusions hath thy language bred Within my serious thoughts?
A56850	What thanks can ashes give to thee?
A56850	What tongue can tell?
A56850	What voice is this, that makes this bold intrusion Into my ears and grumbles out confusion?
A56850	What, dost thou think Hell''s void of flames, or that thy God will wink At thine enormities?
A56850	What, must I stay( vile wretch) till you dispute And prove the goodness of my pleasing fruit?
A56850	What, shall we be afraid to crack and break The chains of silence, and attempt to speak The dialects of Angels?
A56850	What?
A56850	What?
A56850	What?
A56850	What?
A56850	When man, poor man''s forsook by thee?
A56850	Where breathes that Mortal that can comprehend The ways& thoughts of God, who knows the end Of his beginning?
A56850	Where shall I find a heart that will advise My friendless Soul, and audiate my cries?
A56850	Where''s that?
A56850	Where''s thy love become?
A56850	Which like a spark blown from a new- made fire, Can onely shew it self, and then expire, Was it for this the All- Creator made Such large provision?
A56850	Whither shall I fly T''involve my Soul with true security?
A56850	Why art thou thus inquisitive?
A56850	Why dost thou bid me go?
A56850	Why dost thou deprive Thy self of comfort, comforts that will heal Th''exulcerous sores of thy distemper''d weal?
A56850	Wil nothing move thee?
A56850	Will he that hearkens with a willing ear To pleasing musick, turn away to hear Confounding discords?
A56850	Will he that is betray''d Affect the Trayor, and with patience sue For reconcilement, when as death is due?
A56850	Will no flaming dart Of true affection enter?
A56850	Will not the eye of Heav''n be pleas''d to shine Upon his Soul, but leave him in the brine Of his own Sins?
A56850	Will nothing move The much incensed Soul of Heav''n to love?
A56850	Will the Sun- gazing Eagle, that soars high, Descend t''assist the web- infolded Fly?
A56850	Wouldst thou prevent affliction?
A56850	Yet can not I Invite thee to my sweet eternity?
A56850	Yield to thy Maker with a cheerful brow?
A56850	and can your real brest( As you so call''t) be so soon dispossest Of Love and Patience?
A56850	and is there no relief?
A56850	and must my groans be heard With disrespect by him, whose tongue affords Nothing, but grief, involv''d with bitter words?
A56850	and shall not Man divulge A gratefulness to him, whose hand prepares To wipe away his sin- poluted cares?
A56850	and shall not we Applaud that hand which set such pris''ners free?
A56850	and what Not fearing thee, Lord, fear I not?
A56850	and what are they?
A56850	be''t known, sad wretch, I scorn To love a thing so base, so vile, forlorn; And if I can not love, how can it be, That I can pity such a worm as thee?
A56850	because her Syrens song Can ravish thee?
A56850	because her arms Can pleasingly imbrace thee, and impost Thy heart with gold, and lull thee, when th''ast lost Thy self in sleep?
A56850	because her charms Can court thee with delight?
A56850	because her pleasure Can guild thy wanton eye?
A56850	because her power can throng Thy Soul with luxury?
A56850	because her treasure Can cram thy bags?
A56850	didst thou long, because thou wert forbid?
A56850	didst thou think to shrowd Thy self from vengeance?
A56850	do my sins obstruct Those tydes of grace which usually conduct Refreshments to me?
A56850	dost thou think to sport With my commands?
A56850	has he wept himself into a stone, Like Niobie?
A56850	has thy lips usurp''d the fruit which I Conjur''d thee not to touch?
A56850	hast thou arm''d thy heart With senseless marble, that no flaming dart Of love can enter?
A56850	how can it be A God, a worm, and yet a Sympathie?
A56850	how canst thou prove that title?
A56850	it may be quickly seen What a large disproportion is between Thy God, and thee: Consider, he is all, And thou art nothing; what can be more small?
A56850	or else am I tost Into the Air of pleasure by the wind Of true delight?
A56850	or whether shall I flee, That am an alien( Lord) except to thee?
A56850	or will any woo A perjur''d enemy to come and go Into his Courts?
A56850	pray let those thoughts be curb''d; What, dost thou think I am perfidious?
A56850	say, who told thee so?
A56850	shall all creatures be Obedient to their owners, only thee?
A56850	so vain?
A56850	so vile?
A56850	so weak?
A56850	thy mercy and thy might What heart conceives?
A56850	was it for this he warm''d The Earths chill bosom?
A56850	was the like e''re known Or fpoke by any mouth, except his own?
A56850	was''t for this he spent His six days Labor?
A56850	was''t for this intent He made a Paradise?
A56850	what canst thou hear But dialects of misery to vex( hear Thy bankrupt thoughts?
A56850	what greater woe can crowd Into a brest than to be disavow''d By Gods high voice, whose most enraged breath Darts forth the Arrows of eternal death?
A56850	what mountain now will hide My loathed body from the swelling tyde Of raging Vengeance?
A56850	what profit can accrue To me by wronging such a Soul as you?
A56850	what strength can stand?
A56850	what trust can I repose In such a flatterrer?
A56850	what''s this that thou hast done?
A56850	what, art thou bent To shoot at him, that labours to prevent The Arrows of thy ruine, which will fly Into thy brest, except he puts them by?
A56850	what, have I lost My self in raptures?
A56850	what?
A56850	where wilt thou find An Antidote for an invenom''d mind?
A56850	why art thou lull''d asleep In follies Lap?
A56850	why didst thou not Tremble to death, to think thou hadst forgot Thy Gods Commands,& that his Judgments must Follow thy Soul, and blow thee into dust?
A56850	will any hand forbear To strike at him that labors to impair His worth, and contumeliously upbraid His upright deeds?
A56850	will no perswasions work Upon thy thoughts?
A56850	wilt thou imprint Thy Soul with baseness?
A56850	wilt thou invoke Perpetual vengeance to entail a stroke Upon thy stubborn heart?
A56850	would it not be undiscreetly done, To sit in darkness to avoid the Sun?
A56850	wu''dst thou have him dumb Or dost thou think, because thy panch is fill''d, He can not hunger?
A19907	& who hath shame deseru''d Seeke for immortall glory?
A19907	( as nought so foule as this) how then can we be light with so much Lead?
A19907	A wounded Conscience, who can beare?
A19907	Ah what am I, but slime, durt, dounge and dust, Graue- monste ● s food, Wormes pittance( most impure) Sprong frō the earth& vnto earth that must?
A19907	Am I escapt from out thy mercies Hands?
A19907	Am I not durt and dust?
A19907	Am I resolu''d to sinne presumptuously, and, that of purpose to despight thee too?
A19907	And for the same dost thou thy selfe afford?
A19907	And if dead Bones, conceiued in Sinne, haue might To giue life to a sinfull Bodie, dead; What shall that doe conceiued by thy Spirit?
A19907	And is this all thy gaine( ô kindest Lord?)
A19907	And make me one with you, as one you are?
A19907	And seeke t''inflame my loue with thy Loues heat?
A19907	And shall he not( so, faile vs in our trust) Restore man to himselfe, when he is dust?
A19907	And shall we doe and thinke all this, and more, but for a shade of Beautie; and endure Nothing for Beauties Substance?
A19907	And wer''t not madnesse to repine, that I had not had life when Eue did Adam wiue?
A19907	And what art thou to me but peace and rest, Saluation, Ioy, and whatsoe''er is good?
A19907	And who thy Pow''r, at any time surpris''d?
A19907	And why shoudlest thou the Resurrection doubt, When Clouds of Proofes so compasse it about?
A19907	And, being Grace, and Goodnesse, most abstract, how can I, wanting both, serenize thee?
A19907	And, how should they be otherwise?
A19907	And, shall we trust a Merchant, that may breake; More than that King, of whom all Kings do seeke?
A19907	And, that thou didst not, it was of thy grace; for, what could I deserue when I was not?
A19907	And, what a lesse then Nothing is this Life?
A19907	And, ô, for whom doth he the same endure?
A19907	Are not my Dayes few?
A19907	At first, they gaue, what they did not receiue; Then, what they take, shall they not rather giue?
A19907	Besides, thou saist( but Truth what canst thou say?)
A19907	But are these two performed with such ease?
A19907	But thou might''st answere; Faith, though false it be, yet, if the Soule perswaded be it''s true?
A19907	But what can be more rare than richest Loue, sith so rich Loue is, now, so rarely found?
A19907	But what?
A19907	But why doth Sol giue Light, the Fire giue Heate?
A19907	But why( ah why) from me hid''st thou thy face?
A19907	But why, ô why, doe I now call to minde what I haue done, to make my feares more rife?
A19907	Can Faith and Sinne( if they be full in force) dwell( as if friends they were) in one weake Heart?
A19907	Can I still vexe my Iudge, yet looke for grace?
A19907	Can Sathan counterfet our GOD so nye In''s Gifts, that men, for him, should stoutly dye?
A19907	Can clouds encompasse thy vncompast Greatnes?
A19907	Can wrong expect such right, in equitie?
A19907	Canst thou, Almightie, see Them goe to wracke?
A19907	Death is the dore of life: so, would I liue?
A19907	Doth mortall life, then, bring the mortall''st death?
A19907	Earth, thicke?
A19907	Example, more then Precept, makes vs good; And, is there none that doth good?
A19907	For, if the Heau''n, nay, Heau''n of Heauens be But too too small thy greatnesse to containe; Then how can my heart, lesse then nought, hold thee?
A19907	For, if the righteous man shall perish in his sinne committed: how much more then shall Repentant sinners turning eft to sinne?
A19907	For, who are more exalted then the meeke, sith Heau''n and Earth of them doe most approue?
A19907	For, yet I doe but doate on false Delights, Delights?
A19907	HAue any made a Cou''nant with blacke Hell, and are Familiar with infernall Sprights?
A19907	Haue I a Will, by Death, to damne my Soule,( by desprate Death to damne, not mine, but thine?)
A19907	Haue I discours''d of things that heauenly were?
A19907	Haue I done good to any?
A19907	He that, but with a Word, made Man of nought, Can he not raise him, dead, now he is ought?
A19907	How can I choose but flame, so set on fire With loue, which burns what ere, in loue was made?
A19907	How can I choose but loue thee?
A19907	How can I thinke vpon thy boundlesse Loue; and not pursue my selfe with endlesse Hate?
A19907	How can thy Palate then, taste any thing( without distast) that is not most diuine?
A19907	How can thy grace so vile a Vermine brooke?
A19907	How good art thou?
A19907	How in a Bit of Wormes- meate canst thou raigne?
A19907	How is it( Lord) that who so seekes thy Face must with the whole- heart se ● ke the same to see?
A19907	How many settings- out, in such a Race, haue beene o''er- taken with thy Furies Streame?
A19907	How many thousand Soules now burne in Hell, that haue( perhaps) sinn''d lesse then sinfull I?
A19907	How oft haue my Sinnes sold me to thy wrath?
A19907	How then can they be two, if but one Be?
A19907	I am the TRVTH: or else where will you stay?
A19907	I am the WAY ▪ and whither will you wend?
A19907	I could not choose but Be when thou would''st haue me; for how could nothing crosse Almightinesse?
A19907	I feare the Rocke of refuge to the Iust: For, how, in Truth, should Treason put her trust?
A19907	IF Vanitie be All, and All be vaine, how scapes he from this All, that''s All in All?
A19907	If Being; or what can be beside: If Friendship; who so kinde?
A19907	If Gods Prerogatiue were crusht so close that he no more then Man had pow''r t''effect; How were he God?
A19907	If Likenesse be a cause that loue effects; Then who like that, by which I am, but thou?
A19907	If Nature can doe this; what can perswade Gods Pow''r is lesse then Natures, which he made?
A19907	If Riches; who so rich as hee that owes What not?
A19907	If it doe stincke, what Nose can it abide?
A19907	If lesse then Nothing then, be all my Dayes, Can I loue Life, which Truth doth so dispraise?
A19907	If many runne, and labour lose, How easie is''t to be of those?
A19907	If then in Heau''n, nor Hell, in Time, nor Place, where then?
A19907	If those dead Bones had such reuiuing pow''r, Then, what shall not Gods liuing Body doe?
A19907	If thou be these, and all in all to mee, Can I forget thee during but a Thought?
A19907	If thou fraile Flesh wilt call to strict account, what flesh and bloud then, in thy sight shall stand?
A19907	In curious Questions( lightly it was done: As where Heau''n stands?
A19907	Ioy of my soule, when, when( aye me) ô when Shall I with eyes immortall, see thy glory?
A19907	Is Death so sweete, when it the Diu''ll commands; and when God wils it, is the same to sow''r?
A19907	Is Sinne so sowre to turne sweete Loue to Hate?
A19907	Is my Hand stretched out, my faith to plight to blacke Perdition?
A19907	Is''t ought but Nothing, in the great''st extreame?
A19907	Lord, how shall I thus soild with Sinne, for shame appeare before thy Glory?
A19907	My Glory, Lord?
A19907	My God, my God, why hast forsaken me?
A19907	Nay, still but buffet my sweete Iesus face, and yet expect he should my Iesus proue?
A19907	O Trinall Vnion, God creating Gods, O sole resistles all- effecting Pow''r, When wilt attone twixt mee and thee the ods?
A19907	O glorious King, what grace is''t to our Hearts to be accepted, and desir''d of thee?
A19907	O life( dead life, depriu''d of life of grace) how stirr''st thou so, without that vitall pow''r?
A19907	O when shall I( deare Lord) vnworthy I Appeare in thy pure Palace Christiline?
A19907	O where art thou, thou great all- mouing mouer?
A19907	Or how can we be pleas''d such filth to feede as in our Nature naturally is bred; And, whence so many Prodigies proceede?
A19907	Or me, to Loue, so pow''rfully perswade?
A19907	Or, what Sect saith not, Truth is on their side?
A19907	Repine we not to dye in damned strife, and, grudge to dye to make our life secure?
A19907	Seek''st thou the loue of such meere Lumps of Hate?
A19907	Shall I ne''er see it?
A19907	That Water hangs in th''Aire who doth not know?
A19907	That spoiles the Will and soiles th''Intelligence?
A19907	The Diuell is a Spirit which is vnseene, Then how should I auoid his mortall Blowes?
A19907	The Pagan- wisedome, though it knew, what not?
A19907	Then I being Flesh, how can I hurt auoide By them, by whom, eu''n Stones are oft annoid?
A19907	Then blessed Lord, how canst thou chose but banne so vile a Slaue, so subiect vnto Sinne?
A19907	Then can such Loue now leaue the thing it lou''d?
A19907	Then how shouldst thou selfe- goodnesse me comprise, that am selfe- euill, which thou most dost hate?
A19907	Then how( deare Lord) should so great difference Be reconcil''d, and linckt in vnitie?
A19907	Then if we may be ridde from such annoy, But with one death, it is the life of Ioy ▪ And what is Honor but a lie, like life?
A19907	Then if wee looke on Life; how fraile is that?
A19907	Then shall we take no good gifts of the ● ad?
A19907	Then thou that art her Soueragine, canst thou lacke of her perfection in thy Workes begun?
A19907	Then where art hid?
A19907	Then wherefore waigh we so our Flesh( misled) That''s light as vanitie aliue, and dead?
A19907	Then why, great God, art thou well pleas''d with this That thou art made but Mud for mire so ill?
A19907	Then, Innocencie, Innocencie slew: how then could It therein be innocent?
A19907	Then, can such Motiues but much more then moue?
A19907	Then, let my thoughts still murmure while they will, and aske, why such a Sinner grace should seeke?
A19907	Then, sith that Life and Flesh so soone decay, why should our flesh with life be long in loue?
A19907	Then, to be Gods, is still to rest thereon: but who can rest there, that God doth not stay?
A19907	Then, what but Gall it selfe will Honey seeke besides the Honey of thy sweetest Loue?
A19907	Then, what was it the Diuell could deuise to clog a Soule with Sinne, exceeding Sinne, But I to doe it was as quicke, as wise?
A19907	Those Threatners of the Skye, proud Ilium, Byrza of Carthage, Towre of Babilon, Where are they now, with all their state, become?
A19907	Thy Sunne- ecclipsing glorious face from me?
A19907	To dye for Sinne, it thee alone behou''d, And yet shall Sinne thy Deaths desert abate?
A19907	VIle Flesh, why dost thou so my Spirit impugne, That still the Sonne of Righteousnesse I wrong who di''d to make you liue?
A19907	WHat was I, am I, or what shall I be?
A19907	WHo art thou Lord?
A19907	WOldst thou be spurr''d to run the way of truth?
A19907	Wake, wake thy selfe, my Soule; why sleep''st thou stil?
A19907	Was euer Loue so wonne?
A19907	What Concord can there be twixt Contraries?
A19907	What Lets shall let me then, from Paradise?
A19907	What Substance is''t, by which such shadowes stand?
A19907	What am I to Thee, but a world of woe?
A19907	What answer''st( Lord) to these too high Demands?
A19907	What are we, Lord?
A19907	What bootes it me to day to fight with sinnes, if I to morrow follow Sathans Flagge?
A19907	What comfort can we haue then, in a place that''s by the Prince of darknesse gouerned?
A19907	What is a Soulelesse Body, but a Clod?
A19907	What is in Sinne, that it should so be witch?
A19907	What manhood''s this, whereon ▪ now, manhood stands?
A19907	What shall I render Lord?
A19907	What shall I say of thy dread Maiestie?
A19907	What shall I say?
A19907	What should I say of thee?
A19907	What then?
A19907	What to redeeme me but that tender moode?
A19907	What would I more?
A19907	What, but that Loue, can quench my Loues desire?
A19907	When will it be?
A19907	When, when, ô when will you three dwell in mee?
A19907	Where art thou hid?
A19907	Where shall I finde thee?
A19907	Where''s Neroes golden- Palace, that drew drye( had it been ● liquid) freest Founts of Gold?
A19907	Which way goe you saith Christ to those that stray?
A19907	Who art thou, and who am I, that can moue Heau''ns God t''immure himselfe in misery?
A19907	Who ere assisted thee?
A19907	Who euer yet for Heresie hath dide, but saith, for Truth he dies, and so beleeues?
A19907	Who held thy Hands when I did so rebell, that I should liue when Soules lesse sinfull dye?
A19907	Who rul''d this Realme three thousand yeeres agone?
A19907	Who, What, and Wherefore, dost thou suffer, Lord?
A19907	Why doe I riches s ● eke and pleasures proue, that doe the Soule vnioynt, and Minde vnframe?
A19907	Why drink''st of this World''s Dike, and leau''st the Spring, that euer ouer- flowes with Angels Wine?
A19907	Why grudge we then, t''endure for endlesse life that, for vaine- glory, freely we endure?
A19907	Why long I longer here to liue in death?
A19907	Why of a prepuce Nation took''st a Wife, which afterwards did Thee betray and kill?
A19907	Why weep''st thou then, sad soule?
A19907	Why, thou didst wholy giue thy selfe to me: shall I returne thee then but that alone?
A19907	With what loue shall I quite such wondrous Loue, That comes from such vnheard- of Clemencie?
A19907	With what loue shall I quite this, more then, Loue?
A19907	With what teares shall I my repose reproue?
A19907	Would I, for any indiuine respect, sell Heau''n for Earth, and God( so) for the Deuill?
A19907	Wretch that I am, this World, why doe I loue?
A19907	Yet, as mine owne I haue( what haue I not with it, that is not absolutely good?)
A19907	and Hell( it locall) where?
A19907	and Soule and Body, quite, in dung, deuoure?
A19907	and how would all my Pow''rs striue him to serue?
A19907	and is this all our gift, one wretched Heart?
A19907	and mine end at hand, Whose life is like the shadow of a Dreame?
A19907	and still prouoke my King, yet seeke his loue?
A19907	and what''s the Soule without her cause and life, But quicke to Sinne, and dead to Grace and God; Hell to it selfe, selfe- Hell, or Hell of strife?
A19907	and what, or who am I That dare but thinke of such an Altitude, farre past the reach of highest Angels Eye?
A19907	and who art thou?
A19907	and, who art Thou, that suffer''st for mans sake?
A19907	and, with what Peace shall I conclude my strife?
A19907	are they not all, to all Confusion gone?
A19907	can good and euill be incorporate?
A19907	can no Part of me delight thee, but so vile a bit?
A19907	deeme yee that sweet, that yeelds Eff ● cts so sowre?
A19907	dye for vile Vipers, that their Maker kill?
A19907	for breakers of good Lawes that blessed be?
A19907	how am I deprau''d by Sinne, that can scarse thinke a thought, but I doe sinne therein?
A19907	how can I But with such flaming Loue be fired quite?
A19907	how shall I celebrate The glory of thy, back- parts, Maiestie, though ne''er so much thou it extenuate?
A19907	how should he?
A19907	how sowre is thy rememberance to him whose Soule is swolne with sweetest Sinne, And hath thereof a feeling?
A19907	how, ô LORD, ô how Shall I straight rest in thee, mine onely stay?
A19907	if it doe rot, what Eye, or Taste, or Touch Can be content by them it should be tride?
A19907	much lesse embosome such a lothed Thing; That leaues offence behinde but with a looke; and, like a Viper, with a touch doth sting?
A19907	much lesse how can I such fauour seeke, that so his Fauour wrongs?
A19907	nor adore the CREATOR but in the Creäture?
A19907	once dare, to thee, to stirre or Eye, or Tongue?
A19907	or Aire so thinne?
A19907	or else the seruice of such Vermine vile?
A19907	or gaue thee Wit?
A19907	or how shall I thy Goodnesse praise?
A19907	or seeke the fading glory of the same?
A19907	or thee aduis''d?
A19907	or, through neglect, to leaue them halfe vndone?
A19907	or, to be from shame and paine, which he deserues, preseru''d?
A19907	or, what Foe was not dasht to Dust by It?
A19907	see who it is that hath thus done: for whom?
A19907	shall lesse then Nothing make me lose, Thee, Thing of Things, that dost each Thing enclose?
A19907	sweet loue, when shall I my loue to loue, and life to life remoue?
A19907	then, being such, what should my homage be?
A19907	then, maruell is''t if I, but with a thought, be that or this?
A19907	to giue him health thereby?
A19907	was I borne for nought; and worser too?
A19907	wert thou on Earth as once thou wert, How would''st thou, now, behypocrit mans hart?
A19907	what am I, that am so rarely fraile?
A19907	what can amaze, with Wonderment, the Sense of Man more then this?
A19907	what can liue with this Vipers Brood That is not brought to nought, no not a Stone?
A19907	what doe I giue?
A19907	what is it But one poore bit of wormes- meate?
A19907	what made thee make me, but that loue?
A19907	who brought thee vp in Lore?
A19907	who can then aspire to know the Cause, that yet was neuer knowne?
A19907	why''s Water cold?
A19907	why?
A19907	with what life shall I imitate thy life?
A19907	would I thee enioy, And yet in that, which seuers vs, persist?
A19907	ô World, the Nurse of that Nurse( grounds of grief) Why doe you giue me being, time, and place sith you doe worse then kill me with reliefe?
A19907	ô how shall I remunerate,( ô that can ne''er be done:) Or how shall I but praise thee worthily?
A19907	ô when?