And from th’ Antarctic Pole eastward beholdAs much more land, which never was descried,Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as brightAs all the lamps that beautify the sky;And shall I die, and this u...
If we say that we have no sin,We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin,And so consequently die.Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
In summers heate and mid-time of the dayTo rest my limbes upon a bed I lay,One window shut, the other open stood,Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,Like twilight glimpse at setting of the Sun...