Seventeenth-Century Poetry [antikvár]

The Pulley When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by. Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into span. So strength first made a way; — Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay. Perceiving that alone of all his treasure Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should (said he) Bestow this jewel also on my creature. He would adore my gifts instead 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 restlessness: Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. george herbert wm. I : i l; iV l', ' I I ¦ 11 '11 i; I I ' ' ' ! i ' 'Love bade me welcome' Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in. Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked anything. A guest, I answered, worthy to be here: Love said, 'You shall be he.' I the unkind, ungrateful.? 'Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee.' I ¦ r ; i; '! i;. i'l', ^ I" ¦• : ; • ' ' I I '! ' I i ! ., i