The Pulley /  George Herbert   1593-1633 
 
 
                              When God at first made Man, 
                              Having a glass of blessings standing by 
                              Let us (said He) pour on him all we can; 
                              Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, 
                              Contract into a span. 
 
                              So strength first made a way, 
                              Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: 
                              When almost all was out, God made a stay, 
                              Perceiving that, alone of all His treasure, 
                              Rest in the bottom lay. 
 
                              For if I should (said He) 
                              Bestow this jewel also on My creature, 
                              He would adore My gifts instead of Me, 
                              And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature: 
                              So both should losers be. 
 
                              Yet let him keep the rest, 
                              But keep them with repining restlessness; 
                              Let him be rich and weary, that at least, 
                              If goodness lead him not, yet weariness 
                              May toss him to My breast. 
 
                              Liszt, Consolations No.3 'Lento Placido' in Db major / Nathan Milstein, Violin 
  
 
 
 
 
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