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George Herbert - Ephesians IV. 30. "Grieve Not The Holy Spirit, &c."
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And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove,
                    When I am sowre,
                    And crosse thy love?
Grieved for me? the God of strength and power
       Griev`d for a worm, which when I tread,
       I passe away and leave it dead?

Then weep, mine eyes, the God of love doth grieve:
                    Weep, foolish heart,
                    And weeping live;
For death is drie as dust.  Yet if ye part,
       End as the night, whose sable hue
       Your sinnes expresse; melt into dew.

When sawcie Mirth shall knock or call at doore,
                    Cry out, Get hence,
                    Or cry no more.
Almightie God doth grieve, he puts on sense:
       I sinne not to my grief alone,
       But to my God`s too; he doth grone.

O take thy lute, and tune it to a strain,
                    Which may with thee
                    All day complain.
There can no discord but in ceasing be.
       Marbles can weep; and surely strings
       More bowels have, than such hard things.

Lord, I adjudge myself to tears and grief,
                    Ev`n endlesse tears
                    Without relief.
If a cleare spring for me no time forbears,
       But runnes, although I be not drie;
       I am no Crystall, what shall I?

Yet if I wail not still, since still to wail
                    Nature denies;
                    And flesh would fail,
If my deserts were masters of mine eyes:
       Lord, pardon, for thy Sonne makes good
       My want of tears with store of bloud.
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