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Josephs Coat

Wounded I sing, tormented I indite,

Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:

Sorrow hath chang'd its note: such is his will Who changeth all things, as him pleaseth best.     For well he knows, if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career,

Sure it would carrie with it ev'n my heart,

And both would runne until they found a biere     To fetch the bodie; both being due to grief.

But he hath spoil'd the race; and giv'n to anguish One of Joyes coats, ticing it with relief To linger in me, and together languish.     I live to shew his power, who once did bring     My joyes to weep, and now my griefs to sing.

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George Herbert

George Herbert (3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633)[1] was a Welsh-born poet, orator, and priest of the Church of England. His poetry is associated wit…

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