Virtue

George Herbert

1593 to 1633

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