The Temple
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The Temple
The Church
Life
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I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie But time did becken to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, My hand was next to them, and then my heart: I took, without more thinking, in good part Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste convey, Making my minde to smell my fatall day; Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye liv’d, for smell or ornament, I follow straight without complaints or grief, Since if my sent be good, I care not, if |
 The Church Unkindnesse |
 The Church Submission |