Gather in, call home my senses unto thee, make me forget all the things of this world:
Grant me to cast away speedily the imaginations of wickedness.
*Succour me, O thou, the everlasting truth, that no vanity may move me.
*Come, heavenly sweetness, and let all impurity fly from thee.
Pardon me as often as I think upon any thing besides thee in prayer.
I truly confess, that I am wont to be subject to many distractions.
For oftentimes I am not there, where I stand or sit; but I am rather there whither my thoughts carry me.
Where my thoughts are, there am I; there are often my thoughts where my actions are.
But blessed is that man, that for thee, O Lord, dismisseth all creatures, violently resisteth nature, and through fervour of spirit, crucifieth the lusts of the flesh: that so with a serene conscience he may offer pure prayer unto thee, and be meet to be admitted into the angelical choirs, all earthly things both outwardly and inwardly being excluded.