The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Posie
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¶ The Posie.
Let wits contest,
And with their words and posies windows fill:
Lesse then the least
Of all thy mercies, is my posie still.
And with their words and posies windows fill:
Lesse then the least
Of all thy mercies, is my posie still.
This on my ring,
This by my picture, in my book I write:
Whether I sing,
Or say, or dictate, this is my delight.
This by my picture, in my book I write:
Whether I sing,
Or say, or dictate, this is my delight.
Invention rest,
Comparisons go play, wit use thy will:
Lesse then the least
Of all Gods mercies, is my posie still.
Comparisons go play, wit use thy will:
Lesse then the least
Of all Gods mercies, is my posie still.