Collected English Verse — Robert Herrick. b. 1591, d. 1674 (Part 7 of 7)
bills do cease
Or hold their peace.
Here needs no Court for our Request
Where all are best,
All wise, all
equal, and all just
Alike i’ th’ dust.
Nor need we here to fear the frown
Of Court or Crown:
Where fortune
bears no sway o’er things,
There all are Kings.
In this securer place we’ll keep
As lull’d asleep;
Or for a
little time we’ll lie
As robes laid by;
To be another day re-worn,
 Turn’d, but not torn:
Or like old testaments
engross’d,
Lock’d up, not lost.
And for a while lie here conceal’d,
To be reveal’d
Next at the great Platonick
year,1
And then meet here.
283 Litany to the Holy Spirit
IN the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drown’d in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the
watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the passing bell doth toll,
And the Furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than
true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the priest his last hath pray’d,
And I nod to what is said,
’Cause my speech is now decay’d,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When, God knows, I’m toss’d about
Either with despair or doubt;
Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When the tempter me pursu’th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me
surprise,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the Judgment is reveal’d,
And that open’d which was seal’d,
When to Thee I have appeal’d,
Sweet
Spirit, comfort me!