Poem by George Herbert

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. Sighs and Groans
2. Charms and Knots
3. Artillery
4. The Thanksgiving
5. The Windows

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