[The Court of the Temple, Jerusalem, Model]from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:


¶   Mans medley.

                 Hark, how the birds do sing,
                               And woods do ring.
All creatures have their joy: and man hath his.
                 Yet if we rightly measure,
                               Mans joy and pleasure
Rather hereafter, then in present, is.

                 To this life things of sense
                               Make their pretence:
In th' other Angels have a right by birth:
                 Man ties them both alone,
                               And makes them one,
With th' one hand touching heav'n, with th' other earth.

                 In soul he mounts and flies,
                               In flesh he dies.
He wears a stuffe whose thread is course and round,
                 But trimm'd with curious lace,
                               And should take place
After the trimming, not the stuffe and ground.

                 Not that he may not here
                               Taste of the cheer,
But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head,
                 So he must sip and think
                               Of better drink
He may attain to, after he is dead.

                 But as his joyes are double;
                               So is his trouble.
He hath two winters, other things but one:
                 Bothe frosts and thoughts do nip,
                               And bite his lip;
And he of all things fears two deaths alone.

                 Yet ev'n the greatest griefs
                               May be reliefs,
Could he but take them right, and in their wayes.
                 Happie is he, whose heart
                               Hath found the art
To turn his double pains to double praise.

"Stuffe" as in material, substance or basis. Can mean equipment or garment worn under armor. (Oxford English Dictionary) [Does not include George Carlin's "stuff."]
       His brain, too, gathers "stuff"
               Both kind and rough.
Unbalancing with accumulation
       That lifts him up and down
               Then turns him brown,
Gather more garbage without cessation.

- George Carlin à la mode

Superficial Note: Humanity is full of contrasts and contradictions.

Background: song of a true lark

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