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