George Herbert was born April 3, 1593. He did two things well that I cannot do well and probably will never do in any serious way: minister (as a full-time pastor, that is) and write poetry. Enjoy the first stanza of "The Dawning":
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns;
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth:
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.