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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul <br> Were but worth the having, <br>Quickly should I then control <br> Any thought of waving. <br>But when all my care and pains <br>Cannot give the name of gains <br>To Thy wretch so full of stains, <br>What delight or hope remains? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine, <br> Thine the poise and measure? <br>If I say, 'Thou shalt be Mine,' <br> Finger not My treasure. <br>What the gains in having thee <br>Do amount to, only He <br>Who for man was sold can see; <br>That transferr'd th' accounts to Me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man. But as I can see no merit <br> Leading to this favour, <br>So the way to fit me for it <br> Is beyond my savour. <br>As the reason, then, is Thine, <br>So the way is none of mine; <br>I disclaim the whole design; <br>Sin disclaims and I resign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saviour. That is all: if that I could <br> Get without repining; <br>And My clay, My creature, would <br> Follow My resigning; <br>That as I did freely part <br>With My glory and desert, <br>Left all joys to feel all smart---- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man. Ah, no more! Thou break'st my heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396287" data-title="A Dialogue de George Herbert" data-description="Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains Cannot give the name of gains To Thy wretch so full of stain..."></div> </div> </div>
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