Pierre Corneille

“ O God of truth, for whom alone I sigh,
⁠Knit thou my heart by strong sweet cords to thee:
I tire of hearing; books my patience try.
⁠⁠Untired to thee I cry:
⁠⁠Thyself my all shalt be.
Speak thou alone! — For me nor human lore
⁠Nor human sage shall now expound thy word;
Let creatures hold their peace, and thee adore ”