If that a sinner’s sighs

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If that a sinners sighes, bee Angels food Or that repentaunt teares bee Angels wine Accept O Lord in this most pensive moode These hartie sighes and faithfull teares of mine: That went with Peter forth most sinfullie But not with Peter wept most bitterlie If I had Davids Crowne to mee betide Or all his purple robes that hee did weare I would lay then such honor all aside And onely seeke a sackcloth weede to bearе His Pallace would I leave that I might show And mournе in cell for such offence, my woe Ther 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 groveling on my face I would beseech thy favour and good grace