George Herbert

Sonnet (II)

The Very Reverend Honourable George Herbert was an Anglican priest.






O

Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry
  Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did
  Cover the Earth, so doth thy Majesty :
Each Cloud distills thy praise, and doth forbid
Poets to turn it to another use.
  Roses and Lillies speak thee ; and to make
  A pair of Cheeks of them, is thy abuse.
Why should I Womens eyes for Chrystal take?
Such poor invention burns in their low mind,
  Whose fire is wild, and doth not upward go
  To praise, and on thee Lord, some Ink bestow.
Open the bones, and you shall nothing find
  In the best face but filth, when Lord, in thee
  The beauty lies, in the discovery

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