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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
Poems (1633)
Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
Poems (1633)
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
Poems (1633)
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant,
The only harmless great thing.
The Progress of the Soul (1601)
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is;
All the air is thy diocese.
The lyric lark, and the grave whispering dove,
The sparrow that neglects his life for love,
The household bird with the red stomacher.
If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
Poems (1633)
Man, who is the noblest part of the earth, melts so away as if he were a statue, not of earth, but of snow.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
Poems (1633)
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
The Progress of the Soul (1601)
Man is but earth; ’Tis true; but earth is the centre. That man who dwells upon himself, who is always conversant in himself, rests in his true centre.
LXXX Sermons (1640)
Think then, my soul, that death is but a groom,
Which brings a taper to the outward room.
Of the Progress of the Soul: The Second Anniversary (1612)
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
LXXX Sermons (1640)
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
LXXX Sermons (1640)
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue.
Poems (1633)
Variable, and therefore miserable condition of man; this minute I was well, and am ill, this minute.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill
All offices of death, except to kill.
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Poems (1633)
He drinks misery, and he tastes happiness; he mows misery, and he gleaned happiness; he journeys in misery, he does but walked in happiness.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)