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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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‘Holy Sonnets’ (after 1609) no. 10 (in J. Carey’s edition, OUP, 1990)<br />

I am a little world made cunningly<br />

Of elements, and an angelic sprite.<br />

‘Holy Sonnets’ (after 1609) no. 15 (in J. Carey’s edition, OUP, 1990)<br />

What if this present were the world’s last night?<br />

‘Holy Sonnets’ (after 1609) no. 19 (in J. Carey’s edition, OUP, 1990)<br />

As thou<br />

Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now,<br />

Thou lov’st not, till from loving more, thou free<br />

My soul; who ever gives, takes liberty:<br />

O, if thou car’st not whom I love<br />

Alas, thou lov’st not me.<br />

‘A Hymn to Christ, at the Author’s last going into Germany’ (1619)<br />

Seal then this bill <strong>of</strong> my divorce to all.<br />

‘A Hymn to Christ, at the Author’s last going into Germany’ (1619)<br />

To see God only, I go out <strong>of</strong> sight:<br />

And to ’scape stormy days, I choose<br />

An everlasting night.<br />

‘A Hymn to Christ, at the Author’s last going into Germany’ (1619)<br />

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,<br />

Which is my sin, though it were done before?<br />

Wilt thou forgive those sins, through which I run<br />

And do them still: though still I do deplore?<br />

When thou hast done, thou hast not done,<br />

For, I have more.<br />

Wilt thou forgive that sin by which I have won<br />

Others to sin? and, made my sin their door?<br />

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun<br />

A year, or two: but wallowed in, a score?<br />

When thou has done, thou hast not done,<br />

For I have more.<br />

‘A Hymn to God the Father’ (1623)<br />

Since I am coming to that holy room,<br />

Where, with thy choir <strong>of</strong> saints for evermore,<br />

I shall be made thy music; as I come<br />

I tune the instrument here at the door,<br />

And what I must do then, think now before.<br />

‘Hymn to God my God, in my Sickness’ (1623)<br />

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,<br />

Now leaves his well-beloved imprisonment.

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