III.

O might those sighes and teares returne againe Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might in this holy discontent Mourne with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vaine; In mine Idolatry what showres of raine 5 Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent? That sufferance was my sinne; now I repent; 'Cause I did suffer I must suffer paine. Th'hydroptique drunkard, and night-scouting thiefe, The itchy Lecher, and selfe tickling proud 10 Have the remembrance of past joyes, for reliefe Of comming ills. To (poore) me is allow'd No ease; for, long, yet vehement griefe hath beene Th'effect and cause, the punishment and sinne.

[III. _1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_, _S96_, _W:_ _omitted_ _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _&c._]

[7 sinne; now I _Ed:_ sinne, now I _B_, _W:_ sinne I now _1635-69_

repent; _Ed:_ repent, _1633-69_]