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To Jos., Lord Bishop Of Exeter.
By Robert Herrick
Whom should I fear to write to if I can
Stand before you, my learn'd diocesan?
And never show blood-guiltiness or fear
To see my lines excathedrated here.
Since none so good are but you may condemn,
Or here so bad but you may pardon them.
If then, my lord, to sanctify my muse
One only poem out of all you'll choose,
And mark it for a rapture nobly writ,
'Tis good confirm'd, for you have bishop'd it.
Extra Info:
Blood-guiltiness, guilt betrayed by blushing; cp. 837.
Excathedrated, condemned ex cathedra.
Jos. Lo. Bishop of Exeter. Joseph Hall, 1574-1656, author of the satires.
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