George Herbert(1593–1633)
Discipline
Throw away thy rod, 0'punishment
T h r o w a w a y thy wrath:
my God,
T a k e t h e g e n t l e p a t h .
For my heart's desire
U n t o t h i n e i s b e n t :
aspire
To a full c o n s e n t .
N o t a w o r d or l o o k
I affect to own,
B u t b y b o o k ,
A n d thy b o o k 4 a l o n e .
T h o u g h I fail, I w e e p :
T h o u g h I halt in p a c e ,
Yet I c r e e p
T o t h e t h r o n e o f grace.
T h e n let w r a t h r e m o v e ;
L o v e will d o t h e d e e d :
For w i t h love
S t o n y hearts will b l e e d .
L o v e is s w i f t of foot;
Love's a m a n of war,5
A n d c a n s h o o t ,
A n d c a n hit f r o m far.
W h o c a n 'scape his b o w ?
T h a t w h i c h w r o u g h t o n t h e e ,
B r o u g h t t h e e low,
N e e d s m u s t w o r k o n m e .
T h r o w a w a y thy rod,punishment
T h o u g h m a n frailties h a t h ,
T h o u art G o d :
T h r o w a w a y thy wrath: