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CHAP. XI.
Morning Meditation, with sixteene sobs of a sorowfull spirit, which she used
for ment all prayer, as also an addition of sixteene staues of uerse taken
out of Peters complaint;
which she usually sung and played on the winde instrument.
Miscelanea
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[Giue vent vnto the vapors of my brest]
Giue vent vnto the vapors of my brest,
That thicken in the brims of cloudy eies,
Where sin was hatch't let teares now wash the nest.
Where life was lost, recouer life with cryes:
My trespas foule, let not my teares be few:
Baptise my spotted soule in weeping dew,
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CHAP. XI.
Morning Meditation, with sixteene sobs of a sorowfull spirit, which she used
for ment all prayer, as also an addition of sixteene staues of uerse taken
out of Peters complaint;
which she usually sung and played on the winde instrument.
Miscelanea
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