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George Herbert - The Pulley
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     When God at first made man,
Having a glasse of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) poure on him all we can:
Let the world`s riches, which dispersed lie,
     Contract into a span.

     So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow`d, then wisdome, honour, pleasure;
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure,
     Rest in the bottome lay.

     For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewell also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts in stead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
     So both should losers be.

     Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlesnesse;
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse
     May tosse him to my breast.
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