Kill me not ev'ry day, <br />Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me <br />Is more than all my deaths can be, <br />Though I in broken pay <br />Die over each hour of Methusalem's stay. <br /> <br />If all men's tears were let <br />Into one common sewer, sea, and brine; <br />What were they all, compar'd to thine? <br />Wherein if they were set, <br />They would discolour thy most bloody sweat. <br /> <br />Thou art my grief alone, <br />Thou Lord conceal it not: and as thou art <br />All my delight, so all my smart: <br />Thy cross took up in one, <br />By way of imprest, all my future moan.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affliction-ii/
