Chapter VIII

If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd
As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see,
And adds this even to full felicitie,
That valiantly I hels wide mouth o'rstride:
But if our mindes to these soules be descry'd 5
By circumstances, and by signes that be
Apparent in us, not immediately,
How shall my mindes white truth by them be try'd?
They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne,
And vile blasphemous Conjurers to call 10
On Iefus name, and Pharisaicall
Dissemblers feigne devotion. Then turne
O pensive soule, to God, for he knowes best
Thy true griefe, for he put it in my breast.

[VIII. _1635-69:_ _omitted_ _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _&c.:_ X. _B_,
_O'F_, _S96_, _W_]

[7 in us, _W:_ in us _1635-69_. _See note_]

[8 by] to _B_, _S96_, _W_]

[10 vile _W:_ vilde _B_, _O'F_, _S96:_ stile _1635-69_]

[14 true _W:_ _om. 1635-69_, _B_, _S96_ in _W:_ into
_1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_, _S96_

my] thy _B_, _S96_]