Twice with my blood I wrote the Devils deed,
Twice wretchedly I soul and body sold,
To live in peace and do what things I would.
For four and twenty Years this bond was made,
And at the length my soul was truly paid,
Time ran away, and yet I never thought
How dear my soul our Saviour Christ had bought.
Would I had first been made a Beast by kind,
Then had not I so vainly set my mind;
Or would when reason first began to bloom,