I was reminded of this today

Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man

Hath let thee out again:
And now, me thinks, I am where I began

Sev’n yeares ago: one vogue and vein,

One aire of thoughts usurps my brain.
I did toward Canaan draw; but now I am
Brought back to the Red sea, the sea of shame.

For as the Jews of old by Gods command

Travell’d, and saw no town:

So now each Christian hath his journeys spann’d:

Their storie pennes and sets us down.

A single deed is small renown.
Gods works are wide, and let in future times;
His ancient justice overflows our crimes.

Then have we too our guardian fires and clouds;

Our Scripture-dew drops fast:
We have our sands and serpents, tents and shrowds;

Alas! our murmurings come not last.

But where’s the cluster? where’s the taste

Of mine inheritance? Lord, if I must borrow,
Let me as well take up their joy, as sorrow.

But can he want the grape, who hath the wine?

I have their fruit and more.
Blessed be God, who prosper’d Noahs vine,

And made it bring forth grapes good store.

But much more him I must adore,
Who of the laws sowre juice sweet wine did make,
Ev’n God himself, being pressed for my sake. 

George Herbert, "The Bunch of Grapes" (1633)