III.

_The_ HOLY GHOST.

O Holy Ghost, whose temple I Am, but of mudde walls, and condensed dust, 20 And being sacrilegiously Halfe wasted with youths fires, of pride and lust, Must with new stormes be weatherbeat; Double in my heart thy flame, Which let devout sad teares intend; and let 25 (Though this glasse lanthorne, flesh, do suffer maime) Fire, Sacrifice, Priest, Altar be the same.