William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Mans MedleyGeorge Herbert (15931633)
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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.
Make their pretence;
In th’ other angels have a right by birth:
Man ties them both alone,
And makes them one
With th’ one hand touching heaven, with t’other earth.
In flesh he dies;
He wears a stuff whose thread is coarse and round,
But trimmed with curious lace,
And should take place
After the trimming, not the stuff and ground.
Taste of the cheer:
But as birds drink and straight lift up their head,
So must he sip and think
Of better drink
He may attain to after he is dead.
So is his trouble;
He hath two winters, other things but one:
Both frosts and thoughts do nip
And bite his lip;
And he of all things fears two deaths alone.
May be reliefs,
Could he but take them right and in their ways.
Happy is he whose heart
Hath found the art
To turn his double pains to double praise.