A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise, deserved unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my ways,
My crooked winding ways, wherein I live,
Wherein I die, not live; for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee,
To thee, who art more far above deceit,
Than deceit seems above simplicity.
Give me simplicity, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know thy ways,
Know them and practise them; then shall I give
For this poor wreath, give thee a crown of praise.
George Herbert (1593-1633).
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