Thy life hath hitherto beene, my dear husband, But a disease to thee; thou hast indeed Mov'd on the earth like other creeping wormes Who take delight in worldly surfeits, heate Their blood with lusts, their limbes with proud attyres; Fe[e]d on their change of sinnes; that doe not use Their pleasure[s] but enjoy them, enjoy them fully In streames that are most sensuall and persever To live so till they die, and to die never.

You should be the Court-Diall and direct The king with constant motion; be ever beating (Like to Clocke-Hammers) on his Iron heart To make it sound cleere and to feel remorse: You should unlocke his soule, wake his dead conscience Which, like a drowsie Centinell, gives leave For sinnes vast army to beleaguer him: His ruines will be ask'd for at your hands.

You should be the Court-Diall and direct The King with constant motion; be ever beating (Like to Clocke-Hammers) on his Iron heart, To make it sound cleere and to feele remorse: You should unlocke his soule, wake his dead conscience Which, like a drowsie Centinell, gives leave For sinnes vast army to beleaguer him.

There's lesse chalke upon you[r] score of sinnes by these round o'es.

But destinie this huge chaos turmoyling, In which all good and evill was enclosed, Their heavenly vertues from these woes assoyling, Caried to heaven, from sinfull bondage losed: But their great sinnes, the causers of their paine, Under these antique ruines yet remaine.

So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew, Chaunge eke our mynds, and former lives amend; The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew, And fly the faults with which we did offend.

And abiect thrall, in fleshes fraile attyre, That he for him might pay sinnes deadly hyre, And him restore unto that happie state In which he stood before his haplesse fate.

Nimph, in thy Orizons Be all my sinnes remembred.

I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all, Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred.

And the adulterous fault I haue committed: O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable: Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat, Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe: I but still to perseuer in a sinne, It is an act gainst the vniuersall power, Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer, Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire.]

And the adulterous fault I haue committed: O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable: Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat, Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe: I but still to perseuer in a sinne, It is an act gainst the vniuersall power, Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer, Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire.]

My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below.

" p. 274, l. 16, for "whore," read "whore's;" and in the next line, for "sunnes," read "sinnes.

Know I am named Fallerio to deceive The world with shew of truth and honestie, But yet nor truth, nor honestie abides Within my thoughts, but falshood, crueltie, Blood-sucking Avarice, and all the sinnes, That hale men on to bloodie stratagems, Like to your selves, which care not how you gaine, By blood, extorcion, falshood, periurie, So you may have a pleasing recompence:

Although we hide our sinnes from mortall men, Whose glasse of knowledge is the face of man, The eye of heaven beholdes our wickednesse, And will no doubt revenge the innocent, Rach.

Oh what a horror brings this beastlinesse, This chiefe of sinnes, this self-accusing crime Of murther!

But wretched Rachels sexe denies that grace, And therefore dooth receive a doome of death To dye with him whose sinnes she did conceale.

Ab imo cordis I repent my selfe Of all my sinnes against his maiestie; And, heavenly father, lay not to my charge The death of poore Pertillo and those men Which I suborn'd to be his murtherers, When I appeare before thy heavenlie throne To have my sentence or of life or death.

enough for to redeeme our soules Even from the verie gates of gaping hell, Forgive our sinnes and wash away our faults In the sweete river of that precious blood Which thy deare sonne did shed in Galgotha, For the remission of all contrite soules.

I am prepar'd; oh God, receive my soule; Forgive my sinnes, for they are numberlesse.

Thus God forgive my sinnes, receive my soule!

Such as are sequestred And vowed unto a strict monasticke lyfe, Ought to putt off these grosse and prophane sinnes Most frequent amongst laye-men.

Plato considering the hurt that wine did to men, sayd, that the gods sent wine downe hither, partly for a punishment of their sinnes, that when they are drunke, one might kill another.

A, B and G] sinnes.

Notwithstanding all thy sinnes, If thou hast hope, that there is yet a prayer To save thee, turne, and speake it to your selfe.