English poem
A Child's Grace
HERE a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all. Amen.
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- A Carol Presented To Dr. Williams, Bishop Of Lincoln As A New-Year's Gift.
- A Caution.
- A Charm, Or An Allay For Love.
- A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall
- A Conjuration To Electra
- A Defence For Women.
- A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZAWHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS