SIR THOMAS BROWNE. Your heads must come Only the actions of the just EDWARD HERBERT, (EARL OF CHERBURY.) [1581-1648.] CELINDA. WALKING thus towards a pleasant grove, She bowed her gracious head to rest, SIR THOMAS BROWNE. [1605-1682.] EVENING HYMN. THE night is come; like to the day, Whilst I do rest, my soul advance; RICHARD CRASHAW. [1605-1650.] WISHES. WHOE'ER she be, That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny, Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps to our earth; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: - Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called, my absent kisses. I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie : Something more than Taffeta or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan. FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, But you may stay yet here awhile, What! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave; And after they have shown their pride, Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave. TO KEEP A TRUE LENT. Is this a fast, to keep The larder lean, And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or rag'd to go, A downcast look, and sour? GEORGE HERBERT. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown ; Where they together, All the hard weather, REST. 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 disperséd lie, Contract into a span.' So strength first made a way; Dead to the world, keep house un- Then beauty flowed; then wisdom, honor, known. pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature; So both should losers be. "Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast." While active winds and streams both run | These are your walks, and you have and speak, Yet stones are deep in admiration. sun Make lesser mornings, when the great are done. For each incloséd spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere, Whose light, though fetcht and borrowed from far, Both mornings makes and evenings there. But as these birds of light make a land glad, Chirping their solemn matins on each tree; So in the shades of night some dark fowls be, Whose heavy notes make all that hear them sad. The turtle then in palm-trees mourns, Till the day-spring breaks forth again from high. THEY ARE ALL GONE. THEY are all gone into the world of light, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. O holy hope! and high humility, showed them me To kindle my cold love. |