I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man.
Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began, Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man. Only perchance beasts sin not ; wretched we Are beasts in all but white integrity.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.
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