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Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.

By George Herbert (1593–1633)


HE that is weary, let him sit.
            My soul would stir
And trade in courtesies and wit,
            Quitting the fur
To cold complexions needing it.        5
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.        10
Life is a business, not good-cheer;
            Ever in wars.
The sun still shineth there or here,
            Whereas the stars
Watch an advantage to appear.        15
Oh that I were an orange-tree,
            That busy plant!
Then should I ever laden be,
            And never want
Some fruit for him that dressed me.        20
But we are still too young or old;
            The man is gone
Before we do our wares unfold:
            So we freeze on,
Until the grave increase our cold.        25