CUM ME TENENT FALLACIA.
When specious joys of earth are mine,
When bright this passing world doth shine,
Then in his watchful heavenly place
My angel weeps and veils his face.
But when with tears my eyes o’errun
Deploring sin that I have done,
Then doth God’s angel, set to keep
My soul, rejoicing, cease to weep.
Far hence be gone, ye fading joys,
Which spring from earth’s too brittle toys!
Come hither, tears! for I would show
That penitence by which ye flow.
I would not be in evil glad,
Lest he, my angel, should be sad;
Rise then, my true, repentant voice,
That angels even may rejoice.
Another on the Eucharist Mr. Duffield alone has translated: