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In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be,Unless God gives the benedicite.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.
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Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
None Truly Happy Here.
God's Bounty.
God, as He's potent, so He's likewise knownTo give us more than hope can fix upon.
God's bounty, that ebbs less and lessAs men do wane in thankfulness.
To His Dear God.
I'll hope no moreFor things that will not come;And if they do, they prove but cumbersome. Wealth brings much woe;And, since it fortunes so,'Tis better to be poor Than so t' abound As to be drown'dOr overwhelm'd with store. Pale care, avaunt!I'll learn to be contentWith that small stock Thy bounty gave or lent. What may conduceTo my most healthful use,Almighty God, me grant; But that, or this, That hurtful is,Deny Thy suppliant.
Upon God.
God, when He takes my goods and chattels hence,Gives me a portion, giving patience:What is in God is God; if so it beHe patience gives, He gives Himself to me.
Heaven.
Heaven is not given for our good works here;Yet it is given to the labourer.
Affliction.
God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert,Though He may seem to overact His part:Sometimes He strikes us more than flesh can bear;But yet still less than grace can suffer here.