Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
James Shirley. 1596–1666287. A Hymn
| O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon | |
| Thy drooping wings, | |
| And weighs them down | |
| With love of gaudy mortal things? | |
| The Sun is now i’ the east: each shade | 5 |
| As he doth rise | |
| Is shorter made, | |
| That earth may lessen to our eyes. | |
| O be not careless then and play | |
| Until the Star of Peace | 10 |
| Hide all his beams in dark recess! | |
| Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way, | |
| When all the shadows do increase. |