The Pulley

When God at first made man,
Having a glasse of blessings stand by;
Let us (he said) poure on him all we can:
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
                Contract into a span.

                So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow'd, then wisdome, honour, pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
                Rest in the bottome lay.

                For if I should (said he)
Bestow this jewell also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts in stead 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 ripining restlessnesse:
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse
                May tosse him to my breast.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.