George Herbert

Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn read more

Feast of George Herbert, Priest, Poet, 1633 The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn for Thee? My soul's a shepherd too: a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is Thy Word, the streams, Thy Grace Enriching all the place. Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers Out-sing the daylight hours.

The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

A foole knowes more in his house, then a wise man in anothers.

A foole knowes more in his house, then a wise man in anothers.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.