Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...

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Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
Author
Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
Publication
London :: Printed by James Cottrel,
1659.
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Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33473.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 13, 2024.

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13. To Wife.
FArewel my better half, life of my life, And sub-celestial comforts; we must cleave One heart in two at parting (dearest wife) As we made one of two at meeting: leave: Spare those heart-melting cries, those thriftless tears, Thy frailties to bewail: in those streams swim Home to thy harbour where my faith me bears: There my Bridegroom and thine doth mansions trim For us with everlasting ornaments; With whom we both shall newly marri'd be, And raign eternally fill'd with contents, Passing what heart can think, ear hear, eye see.
I do but go before, and thee expect, Among the number of the Lord's Elect.
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