 When God at first made a 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. But if strength first made away, then beauty flowed, 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. When God at first made man, having a glass of blessings standing by, let us, said he, pour on them all we can, let the world's riches which dispersed lie, contract into a span. If strength first made away, then beauty flowed, 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. The Pulley by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by Calm Dragon. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by David Starner. On June 15, 2008, 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. No strength first made away, then beauty flowed, 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 gem 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. But 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. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by David Barnes. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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. 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. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by Iswa in Belgium in June 2008. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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 make toss him to my breast. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. The Pully by George Herbert, read for LibberVox by Greg Bathon. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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. End of Poem. The Pully by George Herbert, read for LibberVox by Joe Pillsbury. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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 the repining restlessness. Let him be rich and weary, that at least, if goodness lead him not, yet weariness, may toss him to my breast. End of Poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Pully by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by Leanne Howlett. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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. The Pully by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by Matt Bonehoff. 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 away, then beauty flowed, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Pully by George Herbert, read for LibberVox.org by Paul Z. Hong Kong. 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 away, then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. And almost all was out, God made a stay, perceiving that, a lung 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 loose as 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. End of poem.