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A Sonnet, To His Mother As A New Year's Gift From Cambridge

My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,

Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn,

Besides their other flames? Doth poetry

Wear Venus' livery? only serve her turn?

Why are not sonnets made of thee? and lays

Upon thine altar burnt? Cannot thy love

Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise

As well as any she? Cannot thy Dove

George Herbert

The Pearl

I know the wayes of learning; both the head

And pipes that feed the presse, and make it runne;

What reason hath from nature borrowed,

Or of itself, like a good husewife, spunne

In laws and policie; what the starres conspire,

What willing nature speaks, what forc'd by fire;

Both th' old discoveries, and the new-found seas,

The stock and surplus, cause and historie:

George Herbert

Faith

Lord how couldst thou so much appease

Thy wrath for sinne, as when mans sight was dimme,

And could see little, to regard his ease,

And bring by Faith all things to him?

Hungrie I was, and had no meat:

I did conceit a most delicious feast;

I had it straight, and did as truly eat,

As ever did a welcome guest.

George Herbert

A Dialogue

Man.

Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

Were but worth the having,

Quickly should I then control

Any thought of waving.

But when all my care and pains

Cannot give the name of gains

To Thy wretch so full of stains,

George Herbert

Vanitie

The fleet Astronomer can bore

And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde

He views theirs stations, walks from doore to doore,

Surveys, as if he had design'd

To make a purchase there: he sees their dances,

And knoweth long before,

Both their full-ey'd aspects, and secret glances.

The nimble Diver with his side

George Herbert

Joseph's Coat

Wounded I sing, tormented I indite,

Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:

Sorrow hath chang'd its note: such is his will

Who changeth all things, as him pleaseth best.

For well he knows, if but one grief and smart

Among my many had his full career,

Sure it would carrie with it ev'n my heart,

And both would runne until they found a biere

George Herbert

The Pilgrimage

I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay

My expectation.

A long it was and weary way:

The gloomy cave of Desperation

I left on th' one, and on the other side

The Rock of Pride.

And so I came to Phansies medow strow'd

With many a flower:

George Herbert

Sonnet (II)

Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry

Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did

Cover the Earth, so doth thy Majesty :

Each Cloud distills thy praise, and doth forbid

Poets to turn it to another use.

Roses and Lilies speak thee ; and to make

A pair of Cheeks of them, is thy abuse.

George Herbert

Man's Medley

Heark, how the birds do sing,

And woods do ring.

All creatures have their joy: and Man hath his

Yet if we rightly measure,

Man's joy and pleasure

Rather hereafter, than in present, is

To this life things of sense

Make their pretence.

George Herbert

The Holdfast

I threatned to observe the strict decree

Of my deare God with all my power and might:

But I was told by one, it could not be;

Yet I might trust in God to be my light.

Then will I trust, said I, in him alone.

Nay, ev'n to trust in him, was also his:

We must confesse, that nothing is our own.

Then I confesse that he my succour is:

George Herbert

The Quip

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.

First Beauty crept into a rose,

Which when I pluck'd not, "Sir," said she,

"Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those?"

But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.

George Herbert

Christmas

After all pleasures as I rid one day,

My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde,

With full crie of affections, quite astray;

I took up the next inne I could finde.

There when I came, whom found I but my deare,

My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief

Of pleasures brought me to him, readie there

To be all passengers' most sweet relief?

George Herbert