Avarice Money, thou bane of bliss and source of woe,whence com’st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?I know thy parentage is base and low;man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.Surely thou...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! Even as the flowers in spring, to which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow...
Prayer Prayer the Church's banquet, Angels' age, God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth; Engine against the Almighty, sinner's tower,...
Prayer the Church's banquet, Angels' age, God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth; Engine against the Almighty, sinners' tower, Reversed...
