![]() | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ![]() |
If Corrupt flesh prouoke thee.
Lord pearce my flesh with thy true feare,subdue my wicked vilde desire:
I know thy iudgements are seuere,
in me Lord quench lusts burning fire:
Which sinne, God graunt all may abhore,
which is the cause of many more.
![]() | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | ![]() |