Lilies Without, Lilies Within
Can I think the Guide of Heaven Hath so beautifully given Outward features, 'cause He meant To have made less excellent Your divine part? Or suppose Beauty, goodness doth oppose; Like those fools, who do despair To find any, good and fair? Rather there I seek a mind Most excelling, where I find God hath to the body lent Most-beseeming ornament, And I do believe it true, That, as we the body view Nearer to perfection grow; So, the soul herself doth show: Other more and more excelling In her powers; as in her dwelling.
George Wither’s other poems:
- From a Satire written to King James I
- For Seasonable Weather
- On the Death of Prince Henry
- A Rocking Hymn
- Prelude (From ”The Shepherd’s Hunting”)
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