George Herbert-Man

George Herbert


MY God, I heard this day,
That none doth build a stately habitation
But he that means to dwell therein.
What house more stately hath there been,
Or can be, then is Man ? to whose creation
All things are in decay.

For Man is ev'ry thing,
And more : He is a tree, yet bears no fruit ;
A beast, yet is, or should be more :
Reason and speech we onely bring.
Parrats may thank us, if they are not mute,
They go upon the score.

Man is all symmetrie,
Full of proportions, one limbe to another,
And all to all the world besides :
Each part may call the farthest, brother :
And head with foot hath private amitie,
And both with moons and tides.

Nothing hath got so farre,
But Man hath caught and kept it, as his prey.
His eyes dismount the highest starre :
He is in little all the sphere.
Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they
Finde their acquaintance there.

For us the windes do blow ;
The earth doth rest, heav'n move, and fountains flow.
Nothing we see, but means our good,
As our delight, or as our treasure :
The whole is either our cupboard of food,
Or cabinet of pleasure.

The starres have us to bed ;
Night draws the curtain, which the sunne withdraws :
Musick and light attend our head.
All things unto our flesh are kinde
In their descent and being ; to our minde
In their ascent and cause.

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