Church Music (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure Did through my body wound my mind, You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure A dainty lodging me assigned. continue reading
Collar, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) I struck the board, and cried "No more! I will abroad. What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. continue reading
Flower, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. continue reading
Jordan (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) Who says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair? continue reading
Love (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. continue reading
Peace (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere. continue reading
Prayer(1) (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage, The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth; continue reading
Pulley, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said He) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. continue reading
Quip, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) The merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. continue reading
