For, who’s excepted, saved is he. His spring hath bloomed.
But he that, in God’s court, of “me” and “thee” shall prate,
Will be cut off;—far banished from the heavenly gate.
A man once came and gaily knocked at a friend’s door.
The other asked: “Who’s there? Is this a threshing-floor?”45
“’Tis I,” said he. “O then thou straight mayest go away.
’Tis dinner-time. Mature, not crude, must be who’d stay.
Thou’rt thou? Most crude thou art; by rawness’ self estranged.
By fire of trial those crude humours must be changed.
’Tis fire matures the crude. Let absence be the fire,