George Herbert THE SONNE. LET forrain nations of their language boast, What fine varietie each tongue affords : I like our language, as our men and coast ; Who cannot dresse it well, want wit, not words. How neatly do we give one onely name To parents issue and the sunnes bright starre ! A sonne is light and fruit ;  a fruitfull flame Chasing the fathers dimnesse, carri�d far From the first man in th� East, to fresh and new Western discov�ries of posteritie. So in one word our Lords humilitie We turn upon him in a sense most true :     For what Christ once in humblenesse began,     We him in glorie call, The Sonne of Man. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 214. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on July 30, 2001.