Bitter-Sweet Herbert

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.


This poem is the author saying that the lord has taken something from him.
Whether it be a lost love or a death, he is upset about what he has lost.
In the second stanza, he says, "I will complain, yet praise: I will bewail, approve,"
This is saying that though he disagrees with what was taken from him and misses it deeply,
he will still love and respect the lord and praise his name, just he is a little
more reluctant than usual. He claims, "And all my sour-sweet days I will lament
and love," This solidifies the fact that he has seen better days and is mourning at
the current time, but he will continue to love.