GEORGE HERBERT. Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee. Not rudely as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make Thee prepossest, A man that looks on glass, Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, All may of Thee partake; Nothing can be so mean Which with this tincture-" for Thy sake". Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; For that which God doth touch and own, Cannot for less be told. EASTER. I got me flowers to straw thy way; And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. GRATEFULNESS, Thou that hast given so much to me Give one thing more, a grateful heart ; See how thy beggar works on Thee By art. He makes Thy gifts occasion more Wherefore I cry and cry again, Of Thee. Not thankful [only] when it pleaseth me, VIRTUE. Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright, Sweet rose whose hue, angry and brave, And thou must die. Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses, ; A box where sweets compacted lie Thy music shows ye have your closes; And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul Like seasoned timber never gives; But, though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. THOMAS CAREW. [In Percy's Reliques.] He that loves a rosy cheek, As old Time makes these decay, But a smooth and stedfast mind, ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS. 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain 1592-1644] FRANCIS QUARLES. From his Divine Poems. The World's an Inn, and I her guest, ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. Underneath this sable hearse Sidney's sister-Pembroke's mother- From "TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY AND FRIENDSHIP OF THAT NOBLE PAIR." It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be ; Is fairer far in May; Although it fall, and die that night, EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. Would'st thou hear what man can say From The Silent Woman. Give me a look, give me a face, GEORGE HERBERT. Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee. Not rudely as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make Thee prepossest, A man that looks on glass, Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, All may of Thee partake; Nothing can be so mean Which with this tincture-" for Thy sake". Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; For that which God doth touch and own, Cannot for less be told. EASTER. I got me flowers to straw thy way; And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. |