George Herbert

Complaining

		Do not beguile my heart,
			Because thou art
My power and wisdome. Put me not to shame,
			Because I am
	Thy clay that weeps, thy dust that calls.

		Thou art the Lord of glorie;
			The deed and storie
Are both thy due: but I a silly flie,
			That live or die
	According as the weather falls.

		Art thou all justice, Lord?
			Shows not thy word
More attributes? Am I all throat or eye,
			To weep or crie?
	Have I no parts but those of grief?

		Let not thy wrathfull power
			Afflict my houre,
My inch of life: or let thy gracious power
			Contract my houre,
	That I may climbe and finde relief.