My flesh began unto my soul in pain, Sicknesses cleave my bones, Consuming agues dwell in ev’ry vein, And tune my breath to grones: Sorrow was all my soul: I scarce beleeved, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.
The Temple George Herbert, The Works of George Herbert (London: George Routledge & Co., 1854), 40.
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