Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen. Henry Vaughan caesarmanpen Change image and share on social
Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there. Henry Vaughan caredothearth share on social
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall. Henry Vaughan baydaydeny share on social
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. Henry Vaughan lightlingersit Change image and share on social
