The Temple Quotes
The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
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“Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“Man is no star, but a quick coal
Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control
A faint desire,”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
Of mortal fire:
Who blows it not, nor doth control
A faint desire,”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?”
― The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations
― The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations
“I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre-sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre-sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“By all means use sometimes to be alone.
Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy chest; for ’tis thine own:
And tumble up and down what thou find’st there.
Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy chest; for ’tis thine own:
And tumble up and down what thou find’st there.
Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
“O who will show me those delights on high?
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the minde : what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, joy, and leisure ; but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the minde : what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, joy, and leisure ; but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.”
― The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert
