Confusion Of Face.

God then confounds man's face when He not bears
The vows of those who are petitioners.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

To His Friend To Avoid Contention Of Words.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon Julia's Riband.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Mean In Our Mean

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To The King.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Another. (Confusion Of Face.)

The shame of man's face is no more
Than prayers repell'd, says Cassiodore.

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Affliction.

God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert,
Though He may seem to overact His part:
Sometimes He strikes us more than flesh can bear;
But yet still less than grace can suffer here.

Robert Herrick

Upon A Scar In A Virgin's Face.

'Tis heresy in others: in your face
That scar's no schism, but the sign of grace.

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To God.

Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John,
Who writ that heavenly Revelation.
Let me, like him, first cracks of thunder hear,
Then let the harps enchantments stroke mine ear:
Here give me thorns, there, in Thy kingdom, set
Upon my head the golden coronet;
There give me day; but here my dreadful night:
My sackcloth here; but there my stole of white.

Robert Herrick

Another To God.

Though Thou be'st all that active love
Which heats those ravished souls above;
And though all joys spring from the glance
Of Thy most winning countenance;
Yet sour and grim Thou'dst seem to me
If through my Christ I saw not Thee.

Robert Herrick

God Not To Be Comprehended.

'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend
Him, as He is, is labour without end.

Robert Herrick