Author: George Herbert

O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through […]

If as a flower doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good, Before I were by frost’s […]

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, […]

To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, […]

Immortal love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel’d out […]

It cannot be. Where is that mighty joy, Which just now took up all my heart? Lord, if thou must […]

Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs […]

Having been tenant long to a rich lord, Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto […]

My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. […]

Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow’r, thy momentany […]