SONNETS. POEMS ADDED IN THE 1673 EDITION. XVI |
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SONNETS.POEMS ADDED IN THE 1673 EDITION.XVI
When I consider how my light is spent,
E`re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg`d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny`d,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man`s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o`re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.
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