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The Angels

  And since this life our nonage is, And we in wardship to Thine angels be,   Native in heaven’s fair palaces Where we shall be but denizen’d by Thee ;               As th’ earth conceiving by the…

The Virgin Mary

  For that fair blessed mother-maid, Whose flesh redeem’d us, that she-cherubin,   Which unlock’d paradise, and made One claim for innocence, and disseizèd sin,               Whose womb was a strange heaven, for there          …

The Trinity

  O blessed glorious Trinity, Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith,   Which, as wise serpents, diversely Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath,               As you distinguish’d, undistinct,               By power, love,…

The Holy Ghost

  O Holy Ghost, whose temple I Am, but of mud walls , and condensèd dust,   And being sacrilegiously Half wasted with youth’s fires of pride and lust,               Must with new storms be weather-beat,      …

The Son

  O Son of God, who, seeing two things, Sin and Death, crept in, which were never made,   By bearing one, tried’st with what stings The other could Thine heritage invade ;               O be Thou nail’d…

The Father.

  Father of Heaven, and Him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else for us,   Thou madest, and govern’st ever, come And re-create me, now grown ruinous:               My heart is by dejection, clay,  …

The Whale

At every stroake his brazen finnes do takeMore circles in the broken sea they makeThan cannons’ voices; when the aire they teare:His ribs are pillars, and his high arch’d roofeOf barke that blunts best steele, is thunder-proofe:Swimme in him swallow’d…

Through Thy submitting all, to blows

  Through Thy submitting all, to blows Thy face, Thy robes to spoil, Thy fame to scorn,   All ways, which rage, or justice knows, And by which Thou couldst show that Thou wast born ;               And…

To Mr E. G.

Even as lame things thirst their perfection, soThe slimy rhymes bred in our vale below,Bearing with them much of my love and heart,Fly unto that Parnassus, where thou art.There thou o’erseest London: here I have beenBy staying in London too…

To Mr I. L.

Blessed are your north parts, for all this long timeMy sun is with you, cold and dark is our clime;Heaven’s sun, which stayed so long from us this year,Stayed in your north (I think) for she was there,And hither by…