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 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
No more sayes she, nor foolishly conclude
To give complaints in stead of gratitude
Wee'are heard my deare, and he at whose command
The earth will learne to move, the heav'n to stand
Fast as the Center, who brings downe to hell,
And out of deeper mercies (which to tell
Would pose thē that they blesse) brings backe againe,
Making the pleasure greater by the paine,)
Hath crown'd our wishes; O joyfully good!
Not to be had on earth, nor understood:
Heav'ns high superlative, for unto me
Revenge is better then Æternity.
Revenge upon Gods enemies: know my deare
(And know that thou must doe what thou shalt heare)
It is the will of heav'n, when once the skye
Is proud of the next mornings livery,
All Israel should meet, where what shall fall
Iust with our wishes, or exceed them all,
I must not now discover, yet thus much
I dare deliver (my affection's such)
A truth, that is confest as soone as heard,
That he who knew to plague, knowes to reward.
To give complaints in stead of gratitude
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The earth will learne to move, the heav'n to stand
Fast as the Center, who brings downe to hell,
And out of deeper mercies (which to tell
Would pose thē that they blesse) brings backe againe,
Making the pleasure greater by the paine,)
Hath crown'd our wishes; O joyfully good!
Not to be had on earth, nor understood:
Heav'ns high superlative, for unto me
Revenge is better then Æternity.
Revenge upon Gods enemies: know my deare
(And know that thou must doe what thou shalt heare)
It is the will of heav'n, when once the skye
Is proud of the next mornings livery,
All Israel should meet, where what shall fall
Iust with our wishes, or exceed them all,
I must not now discover, yet thus much
I dare deliver (my affection's such)
A truth, that is confest as soone as heard,
That he who knew to plague, knowes to reward.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |