Amici, quum Libellum Legisset, Optio

Go, Little Book, and tell the Best of Saints, They alter must, their matters of Complaints. Most now Complain of Wars, & Wants & Fears; But Saints must more bewayl their Sins with Tears. Their Daily Sins do call for Daily Groans; And Former Sins require yet Farther Moans; Their Sin Within, the Source of all their Sin, And with their Own, the Sin of Other Men; All things cry, Keep up the Repenting Sirain! Who Once have done it, must Repent Again. Were Sin more Bitter, CHRIST would Sweeter be; And Better Times we should then Sweetn'd see. Showre down this Grace Good GOD, the World to Mend! Live, O Repentance, till our Life shall End.