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,