Is worse to mee, than Worlds, and Devils are:
For, without this, no pow'r on mee, they had.
This is that Shirt, which made Alcides mad.
It is a griefe, which I shall never cure,
Nor flie from, whilst my life-time doth endure:
From thence, oh Lord, my greatest sorrowes bee;
And, therefore, from my Selfe, I flie to Thee.