George Herbert

Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as read more

Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 Love is that liquor sweet and most divine Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles read more

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow may be dying.

A garden must be lookt unto and drest as the body.

A garden must be lookt unto and drest as the body.

The March sunne raises but dissolves not.

The March sunne raises but dissolves not.

Good swimmers at length are drowned.

Good swimmers at length are drowned.