Aspirations.
O God of purity, in whose presence the Angels (ravished with admiration) do cover their fa∣ces with their wings, and have no sweeter ex∣tasies, than the admiration of thy beauty: The stars are not pure enough before thy redoubted Majesty. The Sun beholds thee as the true Authour of his light. Thou onely canst purifie all humane kind, by a sanctity which spreads it self over all Ages. Alas, I am confounded to see my sinfull soul so often dyed black with so many stains, and beastly ordures, before those most pure beams of thy glory. Wash, O wash again out all that which displeaseth thee. Regenerate in my heart a Spirit, that shall be worthy thy self. How shall I follow thee to Mount Calvarie, if I be pursued with so many ill habits, which I have often detested before thine eyes? How can I go in compa∣ny with the first and greatest of all Saints, drawing af∣ter me so many sins? The increase of my offences would multiply thy crosses: I will therefore do my best to drown all my imperfections within thy bloud. I will procure light to my nights (by that bright and beautiful day which Abraham saw) from that glorious day which took beginning from thy Cross. I will no more care for the day of man, that I may the better apply my self to the day of God.