sighs and grones - sir cedric hardwicke lyrics
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:1 my head did ake
till it found out how to consume thy goods:
o do not scourge me!
o do not blinde me!
i have deserv’d that an egyptian night
should thicken all my powers; because my l*st
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 bloud
a part whereof my saviour empti’d hath
ev’n unto death: since he di’d for my good
o do not k!ll 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!
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