The poetical works of Robert Herrick | ||
His Ejaculation to God.
My God! looke on me with thine eyeOf pittie, not of scrutinie;
For if thou dost, thou then shalt see
Nothing but loathsome sores in mee.
O then! for mercies sake, behold
These my irruptions manifold;
And heale me with thy looke, or touch:
But if thou wilt not deigne so much,
Because I'me odious in thy sight,
Speak but the word, and cure me quite.
The poetical works of Robert Herrick | ||