George Herbert
Quotes
Man is no star, but a quick coal
Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control
A faint desire,
Lets his own ashes choke his soul.
The TempleLike summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
The TempleMy soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
The TempleBe useful where thou livest.
The TempleBe calm in arguing: for fierceness makes
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
The TempleBy all means use sometimes to be alone.
The TempleWhether I fly with angels, fall with dust,
Thy hands made both, and I am there;
Thy power and love, my love and trust
Make one place ev'ry where.
The TempleA verse may finde him,who a sermon flies
And turns delight into a sacrifice.
The TempleYet Lord restore thine image, hear my call:
And though my hard heart scare to thee can groan,
Remember that thou once didst write in stone.
The TempleSweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.
The TempleI cannot skill of these thy ways.
Lord, thou didst make me, yet thou woundest me;
Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me:
Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee:
Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.But when I mark my life and praise,
Thy justice me most fitly praise:
For, I do praise thee, yet I praise thee not:
My prayers mean thee, yet my prayers stray:
I would do well, yet sin the hand hath got:
My soul doth love thee, yet it loves delay.
I cannot skill of these my ways.
The TempleMan is God's image; but a poor man is
Christ's stamp to boot: both images regard.
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