Poems with rhymes of incline

For shame or pity, now incline
To play a loving part;
Either to send me kindly thine,

For shame or pity now incline
To play a loving part;
Either to send me kindly thine,

But as the outrageous stars incline
By opposition, square and trine;

'The Lord He hath given thee all that is thine.
Love ye not gold for itself alone.
E'er to the fallen thy mercy incline,

And if that any neighebour of mine
Will not in church unto my wife incline,

Thou would'st forego the neighbouring Rhine,
And all his majesty--
A studious forehead to incline

Your willing ear and heart incline,
My words believingly receive;
Quickened your souls by faith divine

Now, as all virtues keep the middle line,
Yet somewhat more to one extreme incline,

Still, if to error I incline,
Truth whispers comfort strong,
That never reckless act of mine

Do thou a pensive ear incline;
For thou canst weep at every woe,
And pity every plaint-but mine.

Will yet thy love a candid ear incline?
Assured that virtue, by misfortune press'd,
Feels not the sharpness of a pang like mine.

Shall still her ear incline;
Nor need we fear her human love
Is less for love divine.

I am not now in France to judge the wine,
With saffry sauce the delicates to feel;
Nor yet in Spain, where one must him incline

Made to the end to taste of power divine,
Devoid of guilt, abhorring sin and vice,
Apt by God's grace to virtue to incline.

Thy lips to favouring smiles incline,
Think not, sweet maid, their bosoms glow
With love as pure, as true as mine.

To take a warmer presence and incline
A glowing cheek burning with love to mine,

All ranks and classes cheerfully resign,
And "looking up to thee," feel no disgrace
If to "look down on them" thou dost incline.

On a given finite Line
Which must no way incline;

And to this day he doth incline
To mourn o'er slaughter of the pine,

All travellers at first incline
Where'er they see the fairest sign