Good we must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
But there are things
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad frie
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise, be
Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
'Tis strange that she should thus confes
ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
The Cross—my seal at bap
If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and pe
STAY, O sweet and do not rise!
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not:
In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallo
Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whil'st I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and th
UNSEASONABLE man, statue of ice,
What could to countries solitude entice
IF her disdain least change in you can move,
You do not love,
For when that hope gives fue
Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless
Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy s
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
What would'st th
By miracles exceeding power of man,
He faith in some, envy in some begat,
For, what weak spirits
Salute the last and everlasting day,
Joy at th' uprising of this Sun, and Son,
Ye whose true tea
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pai
Philo with twelve years' study hath been grieved
To be understood ; when will he be believed?
Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else for us,
At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise
From death, yo
Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, an
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd