Virtue
George Herbert
1593 to 1633
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Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave,
thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music ye have your closes,
And all must die.
a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
chiefly lives.