The second Meditation or praier of our frailtie and miserie.
O Miserable wretched woman that I am, how may I be compared to any of thy saints that shall dwell in thy Tabernacle or holie hill? For they loue to be in holie contemplati∣on: and I in the vaine multitude, forgetting thee: they be meeke, and I vnpatient: they do not forget thee, but my good Lord, when do I remember thee, but when af∣fliction enforceth me; or the lamentable fall of my bree∣thren constraine me to thanke thee? Thou most migh∣tie and fearefull God of hosts, thy holie name be bles∣sed foreuer, Amen. What shall I saie my God? Thou art most good, and I euill; thou holie, and I mise∣rable; thou art light, and I am blind; thou art the blessed ioie, and I am carefull and full of sorowe. My Lord, thou art the Physician, and I the miserable pa∣tient; I am nothing but vanitie and corrupt, as eue∣rie liuing man is. What shall I saie (O Creator) but this, that I am thy creature, and shall I perish? Thy hands haue made me, and were wounded for me; thy bloud was shed for me, and hath washed me; thy holie Ghost hath sanctified me, and taught me: yet Lord, my daies are nothing. What should I mortall creature Page 114 thus talke with my selfe, Lord God, but that need hath no lawe? Sorowe hath compelled me to seeke comfort, sicknesse enforceth me to folowe the Physician, consci∣ence pricketh me to crie to thee my Lord for a heauen∣lie cordiall of comfort, which am in great discomfort, borne of a woman, full of miserie and shortnesse of time, and passe awaie like a shadowe, neuer content with one estate, but in earth remaine for euer.