Here’s your RDA of George Herbert:
Iesu is in my heart, his sacred name
Is deeply carved there: but th’other week
A great affliction broke the little frame,
Ev’n all to pieces: which I went to seek:
And first I found the corner, where was ‘I’,
After, where ‘ES,’ and next where ‘U’ was graved.
When I had got these parcels, instantly
I sat me down to spell them, and perceived
That to my broken heart he was ‘I ease you,’
And to my whole is IESU.
This is one of the kind of poems that makes me love Herbert just a little more than Donne–a little less polished, the conceits a little awkward, the sentimentality just a touch too treacly sometimes. But sometimes a little sweet is so exactly right!