To Master Bastard a minister that made a pleasant Book of English Epigrams by John Harington Lyrics
You must in pulpit treat of matters serious;
As it beseems the person and the place;
There preach of faith, repentance, hope, and grace;
Of sacraments, and such high things mysterious:
But they are too severe, and too imperious,
That unto honest sports will grant no space.
For these our minds refresh, those weary us,
And spur out doubled spirit to swifter pace.
As it beseems the person and the place;
There preach of faith, repentance, hope, and grace;
Of sacraments, and such high things mysterious:
But they are too severe, and too imperious,
That unto honest sports will grant no space.
For these our minds refresh, those weary us,
And spur out doubled spirit to swifter pace.