O DO not use me After my sinnes! look not on my desert, But on thy glorie! then thou wilt reform, And not refuse me: for thou onely art The mightie God, but I a sillie worm. O do not bruise me! O do not urge me! For what account can thy ill steward make? I have abus'd thy stock, destroy'd thy woods, Suckt all thy magazens: my head did ake, Till it found out how to consume thy goods. O do not scourge me! O do not blind me! I have deserv'd that an Egyptian night Should thicken all my powers; because my lust Hath still sow'd fig-leaves to exclude thy light: But I am frailtie, and already dust: O do not grinde me! O do not fill me With the turn'd viall of thy bitter wrath! For thou hast other vessels full of blood, A part whereof my Saviour empti'd hath, Ev'n unto death: since he di'd for my good, O do not kill me! But O reprieve me! For thou hast life and death at thy command; Thou art both Judge and Saviour, Feast and Rod, Cordiall and Corrosive: put not thy hand Into the bitter box; but, O my God, My God, relieve me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES HUNTING: OPENING by JULIANA BERNERS NIMROD: 7 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH IN AFTER DAYS by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 10 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |