George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт))

Bitter-Sweet

Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love. 

1. The Temper
2. The Search
3. A Dialogue-Anthem
4. Joseph's Coat
5. Mortification

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