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The Sinner Desireth to Have the Bent of His Will, Made Appliable to Gods
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And sith twixt you is such proximitie
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A Meditation Gratulatory for Our Redemption
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The Sinner Inveighes Against His Fleshes Frailtie, Desiring God to Strengthen It with His Pow'r, and Grave
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My Soule, sad Soule, now sommon al thy Powres
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Well, now, these women, that were fled him fro
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A Thanksgiving for Our Vocation
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The Sinner Recounting His Manifold Transgressions, and Finding Himselfe Thereby in Danger of Perdition, Desireth Grace
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O Thou great Kindler of Divine desire
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Now Hee's inerr'd that all the World intombes
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