Or you could choose Drama!

The H. Scriptures.I. by George Herbert

The H. Scriptures.I.


OH Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart

             Suck ev’ry letter, and a hony gain,

             Precious for any grief in any part;

To cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.

Thou art all health, health thriving till it make

             A full eternitie: thou art a masse

             Of strange delights, where we may wish & take.

Ladies, look here; this is the thankfull glasse,

That mends the lookers eyes: this is the well

             That washes what it shows.  Who can indeare

             Thy praise too much?  thou art heav’ns Lidger here,

Working against the states of death and hell.

             Thou art joyes handsell: heav’n lies flat in thee,

             Subject to ev’ry mounters bended knee.