42. On severall Sinnes
Grosse Sinne
Is like a Show'r, which ere we can get in,
Into our Conscience, wets us to the skin:
Sin of Infirmity
Is like the falling of an April Shower;
'Tis often Raine, and Sun-shine, in an hower.
Sin of Custome
Is a long Showre, beginning with the Light,
Oft-times continuing till the Dead of night.
Sin of Ignorance
It is a hideous Mist, that wetts amaine,
Though it appeare not in the forme of Raine.
Crying Sin
It is a sudden Showre, that teares in sunder
The Cope of Heav'n, & alway comes with Thunder.
Sin of Delight
Is like a fethered Showre of Snow, not felt,
But soakes toth' very skin, when ere it melt:
Sin of Presumption
Does like a Showre of Hayle, both wet and wound
With sudden Death: or strikes us to the Ground.
The Sin of Sinnes
It is a sulph'rous Shower, such as fell
On Sodom, strikes, and strikes toth' Pit of Hell.