If poysonous mineralis, and if that tree, 
Whose fruit threw death on else immortall us, 
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious 
Cannot be damn'd; Alas; why should ! bee? 
Why should intent or reason, borne in mee, 
Make sinnes, else equall, in mee more heinous? 
And mercy being easie, and glorious 
To God; in his sterne wrath, why threatens hee? 
But who am I, that dare dispute with thee 
O God? Oh! of thine onely worthy blood, 
And my teares, make a heavenly Lethean flood, 
And drowne in it my sinnes black memorie; 
That thou remember them, some claime as debt, 
I thinke it mercy if thou wilt forget.