<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dialogue Betwixt God And The Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul. <br>Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light<br>But what stream'd from thy gracious sight<br>To me the worlds greatest King,<br>Seem'd but some little vulgar thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God.<br>Whilst thou prov'dst pure; and that in thee<br>I could glass all my Deity; <br>How glad did I from Heaven depart,<br>To find a lodging in thy heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S. Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway,<br>('Tis they that hold my prisons Key):<br>For whom my soul would die, might she<br>Leave them her Immortalitie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">G. I, and some few pure Souls conspire,<br>And burn both in a mutual fire,<br>For whom I'd die once more, ere they <br>Should miss of Heavens eternal day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S. But Lord! what if I turn again,<br>And with an adamantine chain,<br>Lock me to thee? What if I chase<br>The world away to give thee place?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">G. Then though these souls in whom I joy<br>Are Seraphims, Thou but a toy,<br>A foolish toy, yet once more I <br>Would with thee live, and for thee die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wotton">Henry Wotton</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=519304" data-title="A Dialogue Betwixt God And The Soul de Henry Wotton" data-description="Soul. Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light But what stream'd from thy gracious sight To me the worlds greatest King, Seem'd but some little vulgar thing. God. Whilst thou prov'dst pure; and that in thee I could glass all my Deity; How glad did I..."></div> </div> </div>

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