George Herbert SINNE.  (I)                      LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round !       Parents first season us :  then schoolmasters       Deliver us to laws ;  They send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and sundayes, sorrow dogging sinne,       Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes,       Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises, Blessings beforehand, tyes of gratefulnesse,       The sound of glorie ringing in our eares ;       Without, our shame ;  within, our consciences ; Angels and grace, eternall hopes and fears.       Yet all these fences and their whole aray       One cunning bosome-sinne blows quite away. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 52-53. to Works of George Herbert Site copyright ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on September 21, 1996. Last updated on July 30, 2001.