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George Herbert - The Agonie
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       Philosophers have measur`d the mountains,
Fathom`d the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,
Walk`d with a staffe to heav`n, and traced fountains:
       But there are two vast, spacious things,
The which to measure it doth more behove:
Yet few there are that found them; Sinne and Love.

       Who would know Sinne, let him repair
Unto mount Olivet; there shall he see
A man so wrung with pains, that all his hair,
       His skinne, his garments bloudie be.
Sinne is that presse and vice, which forceth pain
To hunt his cruell food through ev`ry vein. 

       Who knows not Love, let him assay,
And taste that juice, which on the crosse a pike
Did set again abroach; then let him say
       If ever he did taste the like.
Love in that liquor sweet and most divine,
Which my God feels as bloud; but I, as wine.
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