George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт))

Judgement

Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook
Thy dreadfull look,
Able a heart of iron to appall,
When thou shalt call
For ev'ry man's peculiar book?

What others mean to do, I know not well;
Yet I heare tell,
That some will turn thee to some leaves therein
So void of sinne,
That they in merit shall excell.

But I resolve, when thou shalt call for mine,
That to decline,
And thrust a Testament into thy hand:
Let that be scann'd.
There thou shalt finde my faults are thine. 

1. Love (Immortal Love, authour of this great frame)
2. The Thanksgiving
3. Jordan
4. Charms and Knots
5. Joseph's Coat

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