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George Herbert - Dialogue
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Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
          Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then controll
          Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To thy wretch so full of stains;
What delight or hope remains?

What (childe), is the ballance thine.
          Thine the poise and measure?
If I say, Thou shalt be mine,
          Finger not my treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, onely he,
Who for man was sold, can see,
That transferr`d th` accounts to me.

But as I can see no merit,
Leading to this favour:
So the way to fit me for it,
          Is beyond my savour.
As the reason then is thine;
So the way is none of mine:
I disclaim the whole designe:
Sinne disclaims and I resigne.

That is all, if that I could
          Get without repining;
And my clay my creature would
Follow my resigning:
That as I did freely part
With my glorie and desert,
Left all joyes to feel all smart----
     Ah! no more: thou break`st my heart.
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