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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Agony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Philosophers have measur'd mountains, <br>Fathom'd the depths of the seas, of states, and kings, <br>Walk'd with a staff to heav'n, and traced fountains: <br>But there are two vast, spacious things, <br>The which to measure it doth more behove: <br>Yet few there are that sound them; Sin and Love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who would know SIn, let him repair<br>Unto mount Olivet; there shall he see<br>A man so wrung with pains, that all his hair, <br>His skin, his garments bloody be.<br>Sin is that press and vice, which forceth pain<br>To hunt his cruel food through ev'ry vein.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who knows not Love, let him assay<br>And taste that juice, which on the cross a pike<br>Did set again abroach, then let him say<br>If ever he did taste the like.<br>Love is that liquor sweet and most divine, <br>Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Herbert">George Herbert</a></strong></div>

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