Date: 1660
"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1660
"A silent night inhabits my sad breast, / And now no chearful thought will be my guest."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)