Epigrams of all sorts, made at divers times on several occasions by Richard Flecknoe.

On our B. S. curing the Leaper, And our own infirmity.

O Lord thou knowst how most infirm I am, Blinde unto Truth, & vertuous actions lame. O therefore thou that makst the blinde to see, And lame to walk, help my infirmity. I know, O Lord, thou needst but onely say Be cur'd, as thou to th' Leaper didst to day: And thou knowst Lord, so great's my misery, That I am far more Leaporous than he; For mine's not onely in the outward skin, But in the very heart, and minde within; And does not onely make the body soul, But even infects and taints the very soul. O therefore thou that knowst my infirmitie, Make haste, O Lord, to help and succour me.