13.If that a sinner's sighs

If that a sinner’s sighes bee Angels food,
Or that repentant teares bee Angels wine,
Accept, O Lord, in this most pensive moode,
These hearty sighes and doleful plaints of mine:
That went with Peter forth most sinfully,
But not as Peter did, weep, weep bitterly.

If I had David’s crowne to me betide,
Or all his purple robes that he did weare,
I would lay then such honour all aside,
And onely seeke a sackcloth weed to beare;
His pallace would I leave, that I might show
And mourne in cell for such offence, my woe.

There should these hands beat on my pensive brest,
And sad to death, for sorrow rend my haire;
My voice to call on thee should never rest,
Whose grace I seeke, whose judgement I doe feare:
Upon the ground, all grovelling on my face,
I would beseech thy favour and good grace.