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"Yet dare I'almost be glad, I do not see
That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
What a death were it then to see God dye?"
- Good Friday, 1613. Riding westward
— Jul 29, 2022 05:04PM
That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
What a death were it then to see God dye?"
- Good Friday, 1613. Riding westward
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Becca
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"Some houres on us your friends, and some bestow
Upon your Muse, else both wee shall repent,
I that my love, shee that her guifts on you are spent."
– from "To Mr. I. L."
— Jul 23, 2022 08:33AM
Upon your Muse, else both wee shall repent,
I that my love, shee that her guifts on you are spent."
– from "To Mr. I. L."
Becca
is on page 73 of 182
Change'is the nursery
Of musicke, joy, life, and eternity.
– from Elegie III, Change
— Jul 08, 2022 01:13PM
Of musicke, joy, life, and eternity.
– from Elegie III, Change
Becca
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I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd ? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.
(The Good-Morrow)
— Apr 18, 2022 06:16PM
Did, till we lov'd ? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.
(The Good-Morrow)
