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Painter, while there thou sit’st drawing the sight That her unkind regard hath dyed in grief, Dip black thy pencil, and forget the white, That thou bestow’st on looks that win belief; And when thy work is done,…
Madam, that flea which crept between your breastsI envied, that there he should make his rest;The little creature’s fortune was so goodThat angels feed not on so precious food.How it did suck, how eager tickle you!—Madam, shall fleas before me…
God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,Thou who dost, best friend, in best things outshine ;May thy soul, ever cheerful, ne’er know cares,Nor thy life, ever lively, know grey hairs,Nor thy hand, ever open, know base holds,Nor…
Since Christ embraced the Cross itself, dare IHis image, th’ image of his Cross deny?Would I have profit by the sacrifice,And dare the chosen altar to despise?It bore all other sins, but is it fitThat it should bear the sin…
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant(The only harmless great thing), the giantOf beasts, who thought none had to make him wise,But to be just and thankful, loth to offend(Yet nature hath given him no knees to bend)Himself he up-props, on himself…
Seek true religion. O where? MirreusThinking her unhous’d here, and fled from us,Seeks her at Rome; there, because he doth knowThat she was there a thousand years ago;He loves her rags so, as we here obeyThe statecloth where the Prince…
Thou in the fields walk’st out thy supping hoursAnd yet thou swear’st thou has supped like a king;Like Nebuchadnezzar perchance with grass and flowers,A salad worse than Spanish dieting.
Sir; though (I thank God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this town, yet there’s one stateIn all ill things so excellently best,That hate, towards them, breeds pity towards the rest.Though poetry indeed be such a sinAs I think that…
Poore soule, in this thy flesh what dost thou know?Thou know’st thy selfe so little, as thou know’st not,How thou didst die, nor how thou wast begot.Thou neither know’st, how thou at first cam’st in,Nor how thou took’st the poyson…
Son of God, hear us, and since Thou By taking our blood, owest it us again, Gain to Thyself, or us allow ; And let not both us and Thyself be slain ; O Lamb…