Quotes by Henry Vaughan
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.
Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just, Shining nowhere, but in the dark;
Then whisper by that holy spring, Where for her sake I would have died,...
"Lord," then said I, "on me one breath, And let me die before my death!"
But thou beneath the sad and heavy line Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark;...
There growes the flowre of peace, The Rose that cannot wither,
