A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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The more thou hast, thy debt still grows the more.

But seeing God himself descended down,

T’ enrich the poor by His deep poverty,

His meat, his house, his grave were not his own,

Yet all is His from all eternity;

Let me be like my Head, whom I adore,

Be thou great, wealthy, I still base and poor.

Phineas Fletcher.

I would be great, but that the sun doth still