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Poem by Fulke Greville Brooke


Chorus Sacerdotum


  From Mustapha

O wearisome condition of humanity!
Born under one law, to another bound;
Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity;
Created sick, commanded to be sound.
What meaneth nature by these diverse laws?
Passion and reason, self-division cause.
Is it the mark or majesty of power
To make offenses that it may forgive?
Nature herself doth her own self deflower
To hate those errors she herself doth give.
For how should man think that he may not do,
If nature did not fail and punish, too?
Tyrant to others, to herself unjust,
Only commands things difficult and hard,
Forbids us all things which it knows is lust,
Makes easy pains, unpossible reward.
If nature did not take delight in blood,
She would have made more easy ways to good.
We that are bound by vows and by promotion,
With pomp of holy sacrifice and rites,
To teach belief in good and still devotion,
To preach of heavenТs wonders and delights;
Yet when each of us in his own heart looks
He finds the God there, far unlike his books.



Fulke Greville Brooke


Fulke Greville Brooke's other poems:
  1. Caelica 29. The nurse-life wheat within his green husk growing
  2. Caelica 16. Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory
  3. Caelica 12. Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed
  4. Caelica 4. You little stars that live in skies
  5. Caelica 83. You that seek what life is in death


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