XIV. To Mr. William Fuller.
Who knows who knows what his offences be?
Who knows who knows what his offences be? From secret sins O
clense O clense thou me! And from presumptuous crimes restrain; nor let them
in thy Servant reign, so shall I live in Innocence, so shal I live in Innocence, not
spotted with that great offence that great offence. My Fortress, my Deliverer;
O let the prayers my lips prefer prefer, thoughts which from my heart arise,
be acceptable be acceptable in thine eyes.
George Sandys.