Edward Taylor Quotes

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For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing As they to glory ride therein.

Edward Taylor

Make me, O Lord, thy spinning-wheel complete.

Edward Taylor

Who laced and filleted the earth so fine
With rivers like green ribbons smaragdine?
Who made the seas its selvage, and its locks
Like a quilt ball within a silver box?
Who spread its canopy? Or curtains spun?
Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun?

Edward Taylor

This bread of life dropped in thy mouth doth cry: Eat, eat me, soul, and thou shalt never die.

Edward Taylor

Thou sorrow, venom Elfe.
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To Catch a Fly?
For Why?
[...]
To tangle Adams race
In's stratigems
To their Destructions, spoil'd, made base
By venom things
Damn'd Sins.

Edward Taylor

My case is bad. Lord, be my advocate.
My sin is red: I'm under God's arrest.

Edward Taylor

Is Christ thy advocate to plead thy cause?
Art thou his client? Such shall never slide.
He never lost his case.

Edward Taylor

It's food too fine for angels; yet come, take And eat thy fill! It's Heaven's sugar cake.

Edward Taylor

Am I new minted by thy Stamp indeed?
Mine Eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see.
Be thou my Spectacles that I may read
Thine Image and Inscription stampt on mee.

Edward Taylor

Edward Taylor

Edward Taylor

Born: 1642

Died: June 29, 1729 (aged 87)

Bio: Edward Taylor was a colonial American poet, pastor and physician.

Known for:

The Poems of Edward Taylor
Essentials of Development Economics
The poetical works of Edward Taylor
Essentials of Econometrics

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