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MY eyes discerne not (O Adorable verity!) the er∣rour of vanity, and my heart feels not the horrour of all vices: But come (O Sun of Iustice!) come and shine upon my soule, consume with your beames all that is displeasing to you; give me your spirit, which opens my eyes to discerne verity, which inspires me with love to adhere unto it, which redresseth my will and teacheth it to detest the world, and gives me the grace to seek you alone, and to live only for the love of you.