---

George Herbert - Submission
Work rating: Low

But that Thou art my wisdome, Lord,
     And both mine eyes are thine,
My minde would be extreamly stirr`d
     For missing my designe.

Were it not better to bestow
     Some place and power on me?
Then should thy praises with me grow,
     And share in my degree.

But when I thus dispute and grieve,
     I do resume my sight;
And pilfring what I once did give,
     Disseize thee of thy right.

How know I, if thou shouldst me raise,
     That I should then raise thee?
Perhaps great places and thy praise
     Do not so well agree.

Wherefore unto my gift I stand;
     I will no more advise:
Onely do thou lend me a hand,
     Since thou hast both mine eyes.
Source
The script ran 0.005 seconds.