Did you know that George Herbert - Public Orator at Cambridge University in the 1620s - wrote Latin poems? Mike Fontaine has the review. Classics@Cambridge George Herbert Poems Poetry Foundation Conventiculum Bostoniense medium.com/in-medias-res/…

Love bade me welcome. LOVE (III)

I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I? LOVE (III)

And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame? My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat. LOVE (III)

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart and cemented with tears; THE ALTAR

A HEART alone Is such a stone, As nothing but Thy pow'r doth cut. THE ALTAR

That if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise thee may not cease. Oh, let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine, And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine. THE ALTAR

Immortal Love, author of this great frame, Sprung from that beauty which can never fade, How hath man parcel'd out Thy glorious name, And thrown it on that dust which Thou hast made, While mortal love doth all the title gain! LOVE 1

Wit fancies beauty, beauty raiseth wit; The world is theirs, they two play out the game, Thou standing by: and though Thy glorious name Wrought our deliverance from th' infernal pit, Who sings Thy praise? LOVE 1

As may consume our lusts, and make Thee way: Then shall our hearts pant Thee, then shall our brain All her invention on Thine altar lay, And there in hymns send back Thy fire again. LOVE ii

Thou shalt recover all Thy goods in kind, Who wert disseized by usurping lust: All knees shall bow to Thee; all wits shall rise, And praise Him Who did make and mend our eyes. LOVE ii

When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can. Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span.” THE PULLEY (1)

So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. THE PULLEY (2)

“For if I should,” said he, “Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature; So both should losers be. THE PULLEY (3)

“Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast.” THE PULLEY (4)

If thou do ill; the joy fades, not the pains: If well; the pain doth fade, the joy remains. PERIRRHANTERIUM 77

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears: Whose parts are as thy hand this frame; No workman's tool hath touched the same. THE ALTAR

A HEART alone Is such a stone, As nothing but Thy pow'r doth cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise thy name THE ALTAR

That if I chance to hold my peace These stones to praise thee may not cease. O let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine, And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine. THE ALTAR