<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good Friday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my chief good, <br>How shall I measure out thy blood? <br>How shall I count what thee befell, <br>And each grief tell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I thy woes<br>Number according to thy foes? <br>Or, since one star show'd thy first breath, <br>Shall all thy death? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or shall each leaf, <br>Which falls in Autumn, score a grief? <br>Or cannot leaves, but fruit be sign<br>Of the true vine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let each hour <br>Of my whole life one grief devour: <br>That thy distress through all may run, <br>And be my sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or rather let<br>My several sins their sorrows get; <br>That as each beast his cure doth know, <br>Each sin may so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since blood is fittest, Lord to write<br>Thy sorrows in, and bloody fight; <br>My heart hath store, write there, where in <br>One box doth lie both ink and sin: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That when sin spies so many foes, <br>Thy whips, thy nails, thy wounds, thy woes<br>All come to lodge there, sin may say, <br>'No room for me', and fly away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sin being gone, oh fill the place, <br>And keep possession with thy grace; <br>Lest sin take courage and return, <br>And all the writings blot or burn.</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=396309" data-title="Good Friday de George Herbert" data-description="O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each grief tell? Shall I thy woes Number according to thy foes? Or, since one star show'd thy first breath, Shall all thy death? Or shall each lea..."></div> </div> </div>

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