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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Providence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Sacred Providence, who from end to end<br>Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,<br>And not of thee, through whom my fingers bend<br>To hold my quill? shall they not do thee right?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the creatures both in sea and land<br>Onely to Man thou hast made known thy wayes,<br>And put the penne alone into his hand, <br>And made him Secretarie of thy praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beasts fain would sing; birds dittie to their notes;<br>Trees would be tuning on their native lute<br>To thy renown: but all their hands and throats<br>Are brought to Man, while they are lame and mute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man is the worlds high Priest: he doth present<br>The sacrifice for all; while they below<br>Unto the service mutter an assent,<br>Such as springs use that fall, and windes that blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He that to praise and laud thee doth refrain,<br>Doth not refrain unto himself alone,<br>But robs a thousand who would praise thee fain,<br>And doth commit a world of sinne in one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beasts say, Eat me: but, if beasts must teach,<br>The tongue is yours to eat, but mine to praise.<br>The trees say, Pull me: but the hand you stretch,<br>Is mine to write, as it is yours to raise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore, most sacred Spirit, I here present<br>For me and all my fellows praise to thee:<br>And just it is that I should pay the rent,<br>Because the benefit accrues to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all acknowledge both thy power and love<br>To be exact, transcendent, and divine;<br>Who dost so strongly and so sweetly move,<br>While all things have their will, yet none but thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For either thy command, or thy permission<br>Lay hands on all: they are thy right and left.<br>The first puts on with speed and expedition;<br>The other curbs sinnes stealing pace and theft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing escapes them both; all must appeare,<br>And be dispos'd, and dress'd, and tun'd by thee,<br>Who sweetly temper'st all. If we could heare<br>Thy skill and art, what musick would it be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art in small things great, not small in any:<br>Thy even praise can neither rise, nor fall.<br>Thou art in all things one, in each thing many:<br>For thou art infinite in one and all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tempests are calm to thee; they know thy hand,<br>And hold it fast, as children do their fathers,<br>Which crie and follow. Thou hast made poore sand<br>Check the proud sea, ev'n when it swells and gathers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy cupboard serves the world: the meat is set,<br>Where all may reach: no beast but knows his feed.<br>Birds teach us hawking; fishes have their net:<br>The great prey on the lesse, they on some weed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing ingendred doth prevent his meat:<br>Flies have their table spread, ere they appeare.<br>Some creatures have in winter what to eat;<br>Others do sleep, and envie not their cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How finely dost thou times and seasons spin.<br>And make a twist checker'd with night and day!<br>Which as it lengthens windes, and windes us in,<br>As bouls go on, but turning all the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each creature hath a wisdome for his good.<br>The pigeons feed their tender off-spring, crying,<br>When they are callow; but withdraw their food<br>When they are fledge, that need may teach them flying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bees work for man; and yet they never bruise<br>Their masters flower, but leave it, having done,<br>As fair as ever, and as fit to use;<br>So both the flower doth stay, and hony run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sheep eat the grasse, and dung the ground for more:<br>Trees after bearing drop their leaves for soil:<br>Springs vent their streams, and by expense get store:<br>Clouds cool by heat, and baths by cooling boil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who hath the vertue to expresse the rare<br>And curious vertues both of herbs and stones?<br>Is there a herb for that? O that thy care<br>Would show a root, that gives expressions!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if an herb hath power, what have the starres?<br>A rose, besides his beautie, is a cure.<br>Doubtlesse our plagues and plentie, peace and warres<br>Are there much surer then our art is sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast hid metals: man may take them thence;<br>But at his peril: when he digs the place,<br>He makes a grave; as if the thing had sense,<br>And threatned man, that he should fill the space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ev'n poysons praise thee. Should a thing be lost?<br>Should creatures want for want of heed their due?<br>Since where are poysons, antidots are most:<br>The help stands close, and keeps the fear in view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea, which seems to stop the traveller,<br>Is by a ship the speedier passage made.<br>The windes, who think they rule the mariner,<br>Are rul'd by him, and taught to serve his trade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as thy house is full, so I adore<br>Thy curious art in marshalling thy goods.<br>The hills and health abound; the vales with store;<br>The South with marble; North with furres & woods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard things are glorious; easie things good cheap.<br>The common all men have; that which is rare,<br>Men therefore seek to have, and care to keep.<br>The healthy frosts with summer-fruits compare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light without winde is glasse: warm without weight<br>Is wooll and furres: cool without closenesse, shade:<br>Speed without pains, a horse: tall without height,<br>A servile hawk: low without losse, a spade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All countreys have enough to serve their need:<br>If they seek fine things, thou dost make them run<br>For their offence; and then dost turn their speed<br>To be commerce and trade from sunne to sunne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing wears clothes, but Man; nothing doth need<br>But he to wear them. Nothing useth fire,<br>But Man alone, to show his heav'nly breed:<br>And onely he hath fuell in desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When th'earth was dry, thou mad'st a sea of wet:<br>When that lay gather'd, thou didst broach the mountains:<br>When yet some places could no moisture get,<br>The windes grew gard'ners, and the clouds good fountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain, do not hurt my flowers; but gently spend<br>Your hony drops: presse not to smell them here:<br>When they are ripe, their odour will ascend,<br>And at your lodging with their thanks appeare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How harsh are thorns to pears! and yet they make<br>A better hedge, and need lesse reparation.<br>How smooth are silks compared with a stake,<br>Or with a stone! yet make no good foundation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes thou dost divide thy gifts to man,<br>Sometimes unite. The Indian nut alone<br>Is clothing, meat and trencher, drink and kan,<br>Boat, cable, sail and needle, all in one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most herbs that grow in brooks, are hot and dry.<br>Cold fruits warm kernells help against the winde.<br>The lemmons juice and rinde cure mutually.<br>The whey of milk doth loose, the milk doth binde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy creatures leap not, but expresse a feast,<br>Where all the guests sit close, and nothing wants.<br>Frogs marry fish and flesh; bats, bird and beast;<br>Sponges, non-sense and sense; mines, th'earth & plants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To show thou art not bound, as if thy lot<br>Were worse then ours; sometimes thou shiftest hands.<br>Most things move th'under-jaw; the Crocodile not.<br>Most things sleep lying; th’ Elephant leans or stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who hath praise enough? nay who hath any?<br>None can expresse thy works, but he that knows them:<br>And none can know thy works, which are so many,<br>And so complete, but onely he that owes them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things that are, though they have sev'rall wayes,<br>Yet in their being joyn with one advise<br>To honour thee: and so I give thee praise<br>In all my other hymnes, but in this twice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each thing that is, although in use and name <br>It go for one, hath many wayes in store<br>To honour thee; and so each hymne thy fame<br>Extolleth many wayes, yet this one more.</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>
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Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,
And not of thee, through whom my fingers bend
To hold my quill? shall they not do thee right?

Of all the creatures both in sea and land
Onely to Man thou hast ma..."></div>
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