“The Pulley”
by George Herbert
When God at first made
man,
Having a glasse of
blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) poure
on him all we can:
Let the worlds riches,
which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.
So strength first made
a way;
Then beautie flow’d,
then wisdome, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was
out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone
of all his treasure
Rest in the bottome
lay.
For if I should (said
he)
Bestow this jewell also
on my creature,
He would adore my gifts
in stead 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 restlesnesse:
Let him be rich and
wearie, that at least,
If goodnesse leade him
not, yet wearinesse
May tosse him to my
breast.
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