If faithful souls be alike
As angels, then my fathers soul doth see,
And adds this even to full felicity,
That valiantly I hells wide mouth o'erstride:
But if our minds to these souls be
By circumstances, and by signs that
Apparent in us, not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And vile blasphemous conjurers to
On Jesus name, and
Dissemblers feign devotion.
Then turn,
O pensive soul, to God, for he knows
Thy true grief, for he put it in my breast.
