Henry Arthington

(1592-1607 / England)

Best Poem of Henry Arthington

A Glimpse Of That Glory,

Though eye may see, and tongue can tell
The state of greatest Princes heere,
And such as in their courts do dwell,
Or chiefest rule and office beare.

No eye hath seene, no eare hath heard,
No tongue of mortall man can tell,
The high estate in heauen prepard,
Wherein the Saints of God shall dwell.

No Princes Court, so stately heare,
But mortall men the same did frame,
But, Heauenly pallace is so faire,
As God (not man) did build the same.

No eye hath seene, &c.

In Princes Court, no subiect may,
Weare any Crown (saue Prince alone)
In ...

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A Feruent Supplication

A feruent supplication,
Tending to mortification,
And new regeneration,
That leadeth to saluation.

Most louing Lord, and Father deere,
I humbly sue vnto thy grace,
That thou (in Christ) my suite wilt heare,
Which now I make before thy face.

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