# Quote — George Herbert, The Temple

> With sick and famish'd eyes,
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> With doubling knees and weary bones,
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> To thee my cries,
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> To thee my groans,
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> To thee my sighs, my tears ascend:
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> No end?My throat, my soul is hoarse;
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> My heart is wither'd like a ground
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> Which thou dost curse.
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> My thoughts turn round,
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> And make me giddy; Lord, I fall,
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> Yet call.

- Author: [George Herbert](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-herbert.md)
- Book: [The Temple](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-herbert/the-temple.md)
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## More from this book

> Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart
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> Could have recovered greenness?

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> Whereas if the heart be moved,
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> Although the verse be somewhat scant,
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> God doth supply the want.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-herbert/the-temple/whereas-if-the.md)

> Thy rope of sands,
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> Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
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> Good cable, to enforce and draw,
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> And be thy law,
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> While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-herbert/the-temple/thy-rope-of-sands.md)