The Pulley


	When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
	“Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can.
Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
	Contract into a span.”

	So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure.
	When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure,
	Rest in the bottom lay.

	“For if I should,” said he,
“Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
	He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
	So both should losers be.

	“Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
	Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
	May toss him to my breast.”


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乔治·赫伯特

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