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The Pulley
George Herbert (3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

The Pulley

When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blesings standing by;
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way;
The beauty flow'd, 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.

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Nice one
The more i read this poem, the more i love it. You have the legacy! ....Herbert!
The more i read this poem, the more i'm intoxicated. I prefer Herbert to Shakespeare.
one of the greatest poems