Dear soul, she knew who did vouchsafe and deign AARON. HOLINESS on the head, Light and perfection on the breast, Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, Only another head I have another heart and breast, Christ is my only head, My alone only heart and breast, And be in Him new drest. * Exodus xxviii. 29–37. So holy in my Head, My doctrine tuned by Christ (who is not dead, THE ODOUR. II. Cor. ii. How sweetly doth “ sweetly doth "My Master" sound! "My Master!" As ambergris leaves a rich scent Unto the taster, So do these words a sweet content, With these all day I do perfume my mind, What cordials make this curious broth, This broth of smells that feeds and fats my mind. "My Master," shall I speak? O that to Thee That these two words might creep and grow Then should the Pomander,* which was before *A little ball of perfumes to hold in the hand, the warmth of which brought out its scent. And tell me more; For pardon of my imperfection Would warm and work it sweeter than before. For when "My Master," which alone is sweet, "My Servant," as Thee not displeasing, That call is but the breathing of the sweet. This breathing would with gains by sweetening me (As sweet things traffic when they meet) Return to Thee; And so this new commerce and sweet Should all my life employ, and busy me. The sphere of virtue and each shining grace, God hath made stars the foil To set off virtues; griefs to set off sinning. As if grief were not foul, nor virtue winning. THE FORERUNNERS. THE harbingers are come. See, see their mark: White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have my brain? must they dispark * Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred? Must dulness turn me to a clod? Yet have they left me, "Thou art still my God." Good men ye be, to leave me my best room, He will be pleased with that ditty; Lovely enchanting language, sugar-cane, Hath some fond lover 'ticed thee to thy bane? And hurt thyself, and him that sings the note? *To open or do away with a park. † Care not. The poems or rather verses of that period were very impure. Vaughan says, "The first that with any effectual success attempted a diversion of this foul and overflowing stream was the blessed man Mr. George Herbert, whose Let foolish lovers, if they will love dung, pass not take your way; Yet if you go, I THE ROSE. PRESS me not to take more pleasure And to use a larger measure Than my strict yet welcome size. First, there is no pleasure here: As if they could beauty spare. Or if such deceits there be, Such delights, I meant to say, There are no such things to me, Who have passed my right away. holy life and verse gained many pious converts (of whom I am the least), and gave the first check to a most flourishing and admired Wit of his time."-Pref. ace to Silex Scintilians, p. 58. |