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Well, now, these women, that were fled him fro
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A Thanksgiving for Our Vocation
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The Sinner Recounting His Manifold Transgressions, and Finding Himselfe Thereby in Danger of Perdition, Desireth Grace
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O Thou great Kindler of Divine desire
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Now Hee's inerr'd that all the World intombes
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Of Gods Unutterable Being, with Desire of the Soule to Be Swallowed Up with the Love of His Majestie -
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Now rouze thee Muse, prevent Apollo's rising
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T'insult upon the wretched, is a Crime
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Repetition of Gods Many Benefits, and Preservations, with Desire of the Continuance Thereof -
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Now Heavens bright Eye
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