THEOLOGUS. The Lord be praised, who hath at length thy spirit mollified. These are not tokens unto us of your reprobation: You mourn with tears, and sue for grace; wherefore be certified, That God in mercy giveth ear unto your supplication. Wherefore despair not thou at all of thy soul's preservation, And say not with a desperate heart, that God against thee is: He will no doubt, these pains once past, receive you into bliss. PHILOLOGUS. No, no, my friends, you only hear and see the outward part, Which, though you think they have done well, it booteth not at all. My lips have spoke the words indeed; but yet I feel my heart With cursing is replenished, with rancour, spite and gall: Neither do I your Lord and God in heart my Father call, But rather seek his holy name for to blaspheme and curse. My state, therefore, doth not amend, but wax still worse and worse. I am secluded clean from grace, my heart is hardened quite; Wherefore you do your labour lose, and spend your breath in vain. EUSEBIUS. O, say not so, Philologus, but let your heart be pight Upon the mercies of the Lord, and I you ascertain[58] Remission of your former sins you shall at last obtain. God hath it said (who cannot lie): at whatsoever time A sinner shall from heart repent, I will remit his crime. PHILOLOGUS. You cannot say so much to me, as herein I do know, That by the mercies of the Lord all sins are done away, And unto them that have true faith abundantly it flow; But whence do this true faith proceed to us, I do you pray? It is the only gift of God, from him it comes alway; I would, therefore, he would vouchsafe one spark of faith to plant Within my breast: then of his grace I know I should not want. But it as easily may be done, as you may with one spoon At once take up the water clean, which in the seas abide; And at one draught then drink it up: this shall ye do as soon, As to my breast of true belief one sparkle shall betide. Tush! you which are in prosperous state, and my pains have not tried, Do think it but an easy thing a sinner to repent Him of his sins, and by true faith damnation to prevent. The healthful need not physic's art, and ye, which are all hale, Can give good counsel to the sick their sickness to eschew; But here, alas! confusion and hell doth me assail, And that all grace from me is reft, I find it to be true. My heart is steel, so that no faith can from the same ensue. I can conceive no hope at all of pardon or of grace, But out, alas! Confusion is alway before my face. And certainly, even at this[59] time, I do most plainly see The devils to be about me round, which make great preparation, And keep a stir here in this place which only is for me: Neither do I conceive these things by vain imagination, But even as truly as mine eyes behold your shape and fashion. Wherefore, desired Death, despatch; my body bring to rest, Though that my soul in furious flames of fire be suppress'd.