George Herbert
Jordan
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? | ||
May no lines pass, except they do their duty | ||
5 | Not to a true, but painted chair? | |
Is it no verse, except enchanted groves | ||
And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun lines? | ||
Must purling streams refresh a lovers loves? | ||
Must all be veiled, while he that reads, divines, | ||
10 | Catching the sense at two removes? | |
Shepherds are honest people; let them sing; | ||
Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime; | ||
I envy no mans nightingale or spring; | ||
Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, | ||
15 | Who plainly say, My God, My King. | |
Robert Clark