Tis The Only Discipline We Are Born

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.

Nor Custom, Nor Example, Nor Cast Numbers Of Such As Do Offend, Make Less The Sin.

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.