Poem: Bitter-sweet

by George Herbert, 17th century poet and priest:

Ah my deare angrie Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
and all my sowre sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.

Found in this lovely article here.