But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie, The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie More rev'rend grows, & more doth win; Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one When they combine and mingle, bring George Herbert. Onely a sweet and vertuous soul, But though the whole world turn to coal, George Herbert. I Life. Made a posie, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie But time did becken to the flowers, and they And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart: Times gentle admonition : Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste convey, Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, And after death for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief, It be as short as yours. George Herbert. IO JESU. J ESU is in my heart, his sacred name Is deeply carved there: but th'other week Ev'n all to pieces: which I went to seek : No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Thy rope of sands, Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load. But as I rav'd and grew more fierce and wilde At every word, Me thoughts I heard one calling, Childe: George Herbert. Aaron. Holinesse on the head, Light and perfections on the breast, Thus are true Aarons drest. 20 30 2025'8 Profanenesse in my head, Defects and darknesse in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest. Poore priest thus am I drest. Onely another head I have, another heart and breast, Christ is my onely head, My alone onely heart and breast, My onely musick, striking me ev'n dead; That to the old man I may rest, And be in him new drest. So holy in my head, Perfect and light in my deare breast, My doctrine tun'd by Christ, (who is not dead, |