The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Affliction (II)
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¶ Affliction.
KIll me not ev'ry day,Thou Lord of life; since thy one death for meIs more then all my deaths can be,Though I in broken payDie over each houre of Methusalems stay.
If all mens tears were letInto one common sewer, sea, and brine;What were they all, compar'd to thine?Wherein if they were set,They would discolour thy most bloudie sweat.
Thou art my grief alone,Thou Lord conceal it not: and as thou artAll my delight, so all my smart:Thy crosse took up in one,By way of imprest, all my future mone.