Love
Love-joy.
Love
AS on a window late I cast mine eye,
I saw a vine drop grapes with I and C
Anneal'd on every bunch. One standing by
Ask'd what it meant. I (who am never loth
To spend my iudgement) said, It seem'd to me
To be the bodie and the letters both
Of Ioy and Charitie. Sir, you have not miss'd,
The man reply'd; It figures IESVS CHRIST.
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MLA
Herbert, George. “Love-joy.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herbert/93/.
Chicago
Herbert, George. “Love-joy.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herbert/93/.
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