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George Herbert - The Pearl
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I know the wayes of learning; both the head
And pipes that feed the presse, and make it runne;
What reason hath from nature borrowed,
Or of itself, like a good husewife, spunne
In laws and policie; what the starres conspire,
What willing nature speaks, what forc`d by fire;
Both th` old discoveries, and the new-found seas,
The stock and surplus, cause and historie:
All these stand open, or I have the keyes:
                    Yet I love thee.

I know the wayes of honour; what maintains
The quick returns of courtesie and wit:
In vies of favours whether partie gains,
When glorie swells the heart, and moldeth it
To all expressions both of hand and eye,
Which on the world a true-love-knot may tie,
And bear the bundle, wheresoe`er it goes:
How many drammes of spirit there must be
To sell my life unto my friends or foes:
                    Yet I love thee.

I know the wayes of pleasure, the sweet strains,
The lullings and the relishes of it;
The propositions of hot bloud and brains;
What mirth and musick mean; what love and wit
Have done these twentie hundred yeares, and more:
I know the projects of unbridled store:
My stuffe is flesh, not brasse; my senses live,
And grumble oft that they have more in me
Than he that curbs them, being but one to five:
                    Yet I love thee.

I know all these and have them in my hand:
Therefore not seeled, but with open eyes
I flie to thee, and fully understand
Both the main sale, and the commodities;
And at what rate and price I have thy love;
With all the circumstances that may move:
Yet through the labyrinths, not my groveling wit,
But thy silk twist let down from heav`n to me
Did both conduct and teach me, how by it
                    To climb to thee.
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