The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O my only Light,
It cannot be
That I am he
On whom Thy tempests fell all night.
‘The Flower’ (1633)
Lovely enchanting language, sugar-cane,
Honey of roses!
‘The Forerunners’ (1633)
Death is still working like a mole,
And digs my grave at each remove.
‘Grace’ (1633)
I made a posy while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,
And withered in my hand.
‘Life’ (1633)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.
‘Love: Love bade me welcome’ (1633)
‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’
So I did sit and eat.
‘Love: Love bade me welcome’ (1633)
For us the winds do blow,
The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow.
Nothing we see, but means our good,
As our delight or as our treasure:
The whole is either our cupboard of food,
Or cabinet of pleasure.
‘Man’ (1633)
Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.