Aspiration.
O My God! Shall I always run after that which flies from me, and never follow Jesus who follows me by incomparable paths, and loves me even while I am ungratefull. I will no more run after the shadows of worldly honour, I will no more have my own will, which both is, and hath proved so unfaithfull. I will put my self into the happy course of Gods disposition, for all which shall happen unto me, either in time or eternity; his carefull eye watches over me, it is for me that his hands have treasures, and the very Desarts possess abundance. O crucified love, the most pure of all beauties, it is for thee that so many generous Cham∣pions have peopled the Desarts, and passed the streams of bitterness and sorrow, bearing their crosses after thee; and thereupon have felt the sweetness of thy visits amongst their cruel rigours. God forbid, that I should give the lie to so great and so generous a company. I go to thee, and will follow thee a∣mongst the desarts; I run not after bread, I run after thy divine person, I will make much of thy wounds, I honour thy torments, I will conform my self to thee, that I may find joy amongst thy dolours, and life it self amongst thine infinite sufferings.