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George Herbert - The Quip
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The merry World did on a day
    With his train-bands and mates agree
    To meet together where I lay,
    And all in sport to jeer at me.

     First Beauty crept into a rose,
    Which when I pluck`d not, "Sir," said she,
    "Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those?"
    But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.

     Then Money came, and chinking still,
   "What tune is this, poor man?" said he;
   "I heard in music you had skill:"
   But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.

    Then came brave Glory puffing by
   In silks that whistled, who but he?
   He scarce allow`d me half an eye:
   But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.

    Then came quick Wit and Conversation,
   And he would needs a comfort be,
   And, to be short, make an oration:
   But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.

    Yet when the hour of Thy design
   To answer these fine things shall come,
   Speak not at large, say, I am Thine;
   And then they have their answer home.
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