Meditacions
The first Meditacion.
The Morning is at hand, my Soule awake,
Rise from the sleep of dull security;
Now is the time, anon ’twill be to late,
Now hast thou golden opportunity
For to behold thy naturall estate
And to repent and be regenerate.
Delay no longer though the Flesh thee tell,
Tis time enough hereafter to repent,