On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton (William Strode Poems)
The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So ...
The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So ...
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
Tyme's picture here invites your eyes, See with how running wheeles it flyes! These strings can do what no man ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
Farewell Example, Living Rule farewell; Whose practise shew'd goodness was possible, Who reach'd the full outstretch'd perfection Of Man, of ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
See sinfull soul thy Saviours suffering see, His Blessed hands and feet fix't fast to tree: Observe what Rivulets of ...
Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, And made for victory in every part, Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Great Lady, Humble partners of like griefe In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe, Because they Feele and Feyne not: Thus ...
See how the Rainbow in the skie Seems gaudy through the Suns bright eye; Harke how an Eccho answere makes, ...
Love is a game at tables where the dye Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly: If once you catch ...
Hence, hence, all you vaine delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: Ther's nought in ...
Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
Take, greedy death, a body here entomd That by a thousand stroakes was made one wound, Where all thy shafts ...
Behold this little volume here inrolde: 'Tis the Almighty's present to the world: Hearken earth's earth; each sencelesse thing can ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
Weep not because this childe hath dyed so yong, But weepe because yourselves have livde so long: Age is not ...
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