<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Artillery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, <br>Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap. <br>I rose, and shook my clothes, as knowing well, <br>That from small fires comes oft no small mishap. <br>When suddenly I heard one say, <br>-Do as thou usest, disobey, <br>Expell good motions from thy breast, <br>Which have the face of fire, but end in rest-. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, who had heard of music in the spheres, <br>But not of speech in stars, began to muse: <br>But turning to my God, whose ministers <br>The stars and all things are; if I refuse, <br>Dread Lord, said I , so oft my good; <br>Then I refuse not ev'n with blood <br>To wash away my stubborn thought: <br>For I will do, or suffer what I ought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I have also stars and shooters too, <br>Born where thy servants both artilleries use. <br>My tears and prayers night and day do woo, <br>And work up to thee; yet thou dost refuse. <br>Not but that I am (I must say still) <br>Much more oblig'd to do thy will, <br>Than thou to grant mine: but because <br>Thy promise now hath ev'n set thee thy laws. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we are shooters both, and thou dost deign <br>To enter combat with us, and contest <br>With thine own clay. But I would parley fain: <br>Shun not my arrows, and behold my breast. <br>Yet if thou shunnest, I am thine: <br>I must be so, if I am mine. <br>There is no articling with thee: <br>I am but finite, yet thine infinitely.</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=396296" data-title="Artillery de George Herbert" data-description="As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap. I rose, and shook my clothes, as knowing well, That from small fires comes oft no small mishap. When suddenly I heard one say, -Do as thou usest, disobey, Expell ..."></div> </div> </div>

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