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Ditty.

Deep Sighs, Records of my unpitied Grief,
Memorials of my true, though hopeless Love,
Keep time with my sad thoughts, till wish'd Relief
My long despairs for vain and causless prove.
Yet if such hap never to you befall,
I give you leave, break time, break heart and all.
Lord, thus I sin, repent, and sin again,
As if Repentance only were, in me,
Leave for new Sin; thus do I entertain
My short time, and thy Grace, abusing thee,
And thy long-suffering; which though it be
Ne'r overcome by Sin, yet were in vain,
If tempted oft: thus we our Errours see
Before our Punishment, and so remain
Without Excuse; and, Lord, in them 'tis true,
Thy Laws are just, but why dost thou distrain
Ought else for life, save life? that is thy due:
The rest thou mak'st us owe, and mayst to us
As well forgive; But oh! my sins renew,
Whil'st I do talk with my Creator thus.