George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

George Herbert Poems

81. Bitter-Sweet 1/3/2003
82. Love 1/4/2003
83. Peace 1/3/2003
84. Easter Wings 1/3/2003
85. Denial 1/3/2003
86. The Pulley 1/3/2003
87. Mattins 11/28/2003
88. Affliction 11/27/2003
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Affliction

When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
So many joys I writ down for my part,
Besides what I might have
Out of my stock of natural delights,
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

I looked on thy furniture so fine,
And made it fine to me:
Thy glorious household-stuff did me entwine,
And 'tice me unto thee.
Such stars I counted mine: both heav'n and earth
Paid me my wages in a world of mirth.

What pleasures could I want, whose King I served?
Where joys my fellows were?
Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts ...

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Good Friday

O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?

Shall I thy woes
Number according to thy foes?
Or, since one star show'd thy first breath,
Shall all thy death?

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