From ‘The Cross’

One ague dwelleth in my bones,
Another in my soul (the memory
What I would do for thee, if once my groans
Could be allow’d for harmony)
I am in all a weak disabled thing:
Save in the sight thereof, where strength doth sting.

-from ‘The Cross’ by George Herbert, ll. 13-18

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