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.
About Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughanwas a Welsh metaphysical poet, author and translator writing in English, and a medical physician. His religious poetry appeared in Silex Scintillans in 1650, with a second part in 1655.
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They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.
Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet
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.
Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet
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.
Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet