Short Poems

26. And he said, So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed into the ground;
27. And should sleep, and rise night and day, and the seed should spring and grow up, he knoweth not how.
28. For the earth bringeth forth fruit of herself; first the blade, then the ear, after that the full corn in the ear.
29. But when the fruit is brought forth, immediately he putteth in the sickle, because the harvest is come.
30. And he said, Whereunto shall we liken the kingdom of God? or with what comparison shall we compare it?

All Hybla's honey, all that sweetnesse can
Flowes in thy Song (o faire, o dying Swan!)
Yet is the joy I take in't small or none;
It is too sweet to be a long-liv'd one.

As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.
If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father's commandments, and abide in his love.
These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.
This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.

I INTENDED an ode,
— And it turned to a Sonnet.
It began a la mode ,
I intended an Ode;
But Rose crossed the road
— In her latest new bonnet;
I intended an Ode;
— And it turned to a Sonnet.

Rose kissed me to-day.
— Will she kiss me to-morrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me to-day
But the pleasure gives way
— To a savor of sorrow; —
Rose kissed me to-day, —
— Will she kiss me to-morrow?

I come more softly than a bird,
And lovely as a flower;
I sometimes last from year to year
And sometimes but an hour.
I stop the swiftest railroad train
Or break the stoutest tree.
And yet I am afraid of fire
And children play with me.

My Metaphors are but dull Tacklings tag'd
— — With ragged Non-Sense. Can such draw to thee
My stund affections all with Cinders clag'd,
— — If thy bright beaming headship touch not mee?
— — If that thy headship shines not in mine eyes,
— — My heart will fuddled ly with worldly toyes.

The mindes of men are ever so affected,
As by Gods will they daily are directed.

Alike he thwarts the hospitable end,
Who drives the free, or stays the hasty friend;
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

Where neither King nor shepheard want comes neare
Of cheese, or flesh, or sweete milke. All the yeare
They ever milke their Ewes.