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LORD, how long shal the wor∣mes of sinnes possesse and gnaw my bones, which in the accursed soyle of my hart, without seed rise vp alone of their accord? Shal these Stygian Dragons, and cruel vipers, stand alwayes before the eyes of my mind, to strike and wound my soule
with a thousand and a thousand ter∣rours? Shal I eternally feele that gauling prick of conscience, day & night, like furyes, to wound, to launce, and murder me outright? search very seriously, good IESV, euery corner of my hart; omit not the least path of this labyrinthian errour, where thou studiously pryest not, least perhaps some dormouse, batts, wormes, escape thine eyes. So truely is it fit thy seat should be ex∣piated and purged from these Hel∣lish fiends, which now for so many Ages past thou willingly wouldst haue to be dedicated and consecra∣ted to thee.