It is not better that what men desire should befall them; for it is disease that causes health; sweet, bitter; evil, good; hunger, satisfaction; fatigue, rest. It is hard to fight with passion; for what it desires to happen, it buys with life. One man to me is ten thousand, if he be the best. For what is their mind or sense? They follow [strolling] minstrels, and make the mob their schoolmaster, not knowing that the evil are many, the good few. For the best choose one thing in preference to all, eternal glory among mortals; but the many glut themselves like cattle. In Priene was born Bias, the son of Teutames, whose intelligence was superior to that of all others. It were fitting that the Ephesians should hang themselves on reaching manhood, and leave the city to the boys; for that they cast out Hermodorus, the worthiest man among them, saying: "Let there be no one worthiest man among us; if there be, let him be elsewhere and with others." Dogs bark at every one they do not know. A foolish man is wont to be scared at every [new] idea. Justice will overtake the framers and abettors of lies. With man, character is destiny. There remaineth for men after death that which they neither hope for nor believe. Then they desire to rise and become guardians of the quick and the dead. Polluted [murderers] are cleansed with blood, as if one, having stepped into mud, should wipe himself with mud. GEORGE HERBERT. HERBERT, GEORGE, an English clergyman and poet; born at Montgomery, Wales, April 3, 1593; died at Bemerton, Wiltshire, in February, 1632. He was educated at Westminster and afterward at Trinity College, Cambridge, of which he was elected Fellow in 1615, and Public Orator in 1619. He was ordained deacon about 1622, but for some years hesitated about being ordained. Upon his ordination in 1626 he was made Prebendary of Leighton Ecclesia. In 1630 Charles I. presented him with the living of Bemerton, near Salisbury, which he held until his death two years afterward. Herbert was known as "the holy George Herbert." Among Herbert's works (none of which were published during his lifetime) are "The Priest to the Temple," in prose, "Outlandish Proverbs, Sentences," etc., collected and translated from a variety of sources; "The Church Militant," in verse; and "The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations." This last, by far the most important of Herbert's works, met with universal favor, not less than twenty thousand copies having been sold within a few years of its publication; and it still holds its place in public estimation. THE COLLAR. (From "The Temple.") I STRUCK the board and cried, "No more! What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore Sure, there was wine Before my sighs did dry it: there was corn Is the year only lost to me? No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute Which petty thoughts have made, and make to thee While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. I will abroad. Call in thy death's-head there: tie up thy fears. To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load." But as I raved, and grew more fierce and wild Methought I heard one calling, "Child!" LOVE. LOVE bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack "A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here." Love said, "You shall be he." "I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on Thee." Love took my hand, and smiling, did reply, "Who made the eyes but I?" "Truth, Lord, but I have marred them: Go where it doth deserve." "And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?" "My dear, then I will serve." "You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my So I did sit and eat. meat." THE ELIXIR. TEACH me, my God and King, Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy. All may of thee partake: Nothing can be so mean, Which with his tincture (for thy sake) A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room as for thy laws This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold: For that which God doth touch and own THE PILGRIMAGE. I TRAVELLED on, seeing the hill where lay A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on the one, and on the other side And so I came to Fancy's meadow, strowed Fain would I here have made abode, But I was quickened by my hour. So to Care's copse I came, and there got through With much ado. That led me to the wild of Passion, which A wasted place, but sometimes rich. At length I got unto the gladsome hill Where lay my heart; and climbing still, With that, abashed and struck with many a sting I fell, and cried, "Alas, my King! Can both the way and end be tears?" My hill was farther; so I flung away, Just as I went, "None goes that And lives." way "If that be all," said I, "After so foul a journey, death is fair, And but a chair." THE PULLEY. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span." So Strength first made a way; Then Beauty flowed, then Wisdom, Honor, Pleasure: "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, 1 A gold angel was a piece of money of the value of ten shillings, bearing the figure of an angel. |