George Herbert

Here you will find the Poem Praise (I) of poet George Herbert

Praise (I)

To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise: 
Mend my estate in any ways, 
Thou shalt have more.

I go to Church; help me to wings, and I
Will thither fly; 
Or, if I mount unto the sky, 
I will do more.

Man is all weakness; there is no such thing
As Prince or King: 
His arm is short; yet with a sling
He may do more.

An herb distill'd, and drunk, may dwell next door, 
On the same floor, 
To a brave soul: Exalt the poor, 
They can do more.

O raise me then! poor bees, that work all day, 
Sting my delay, 
Who have a work, as well as they, 
And much, much more.