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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: <br>verumtamen justa loquar ad te: <br>Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend<br>With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.<br>Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must<br>Disappointment all I endeavour end? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,<br>How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost<br>Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust<br>Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,<br>Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes<br>Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again<br>With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes<br>Them; birds build -- but not I build; no, but strain,<br>Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.<br>Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.</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=Gerard+Manley+Hopkins">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a></strong></div>

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