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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee<br>So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?<br>Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought<br>So much a thing of naught?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is too kind, I see, and can<br>Make but a simple merchant-man.<br>'Twas for such sorry merchandise<br>Bold painters have put out his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, sweet Lord! what were't to Thee<br>If there were no such worms as we?<br>Heav'n ne'er the less still Heav'n would be,<br>Should mankind dwell<br>In the deep hell.<br>What have his woes to do with Thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let him go weep<br>O'er his own wounds;<br>Seraphims will not sleep,<br>Nor spheres let fall their faithful rounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still would the youthful spirits sing,<br>And still Thy spacious palace ring;<br>Still would those beauteous ministers of light<br>Burn all as bright,<br>And bow their flaming heads before Thee;<br>Still thrones and dominations would adore Thee.<br>Still would those ever-wakeful sons of fire<br>Keep warm Thy praise<br>Both nights and days,<br>And teach Thy loved name to their noble lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let froward dust then do its kind,<br>And give itself for sport to the proud wind.<br>Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares<br>In the eternity of Thy old cares?<br>Why shouldst Thou bow Thy awful breast to see<br>What mine own madnesses have done with me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should not the king still keep his throne<br>Because some desperate fool's undone?<br>Or will the world's illustrious eyes<br>Weep for every worm that dies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will the gallant sun <br>E'er the less glorious run?<br>Will he hang down his golden head,<br>Or e'er the sooner seek his western bed,<br>Because of some foolish fly <br>Grows wanton, and will die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were lost in misery,<br>What was it to Thy heaven and Thee?<br>What was it to Thy precious blood<br>If my foul heart called for a flood?<br>What if my faithless soul and I<br>Would needs fall in<br>With guilt and sin;<br>What did the Lamb that He should die?<br>What did the Lamb that He should need,<br>When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If my base lust <br>Bargained with death and well-beseeming dust,<br>Why should the white<br>Lamb's bosom write<br>The purple name<br>Of my sin's shame?<br>Why should His unstrained breast make good<br>My blushes with His own heart-blood?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my Saviour, make me see<br>How dearly Thou has paid for me;<br>That, lost again, my life may prove,<br>As then in death, so now in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought
So much a thing of naught?

Love is too kind, I see, and can
Make but a simple merchant-man.
'Twas for such sorry mercha..."></div>
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