THis Earthly Moone the Church , hath her fulls and wainings , and sometimes her Eclipses , whilst the shadow of this sinfull masse hides her beauty from the world . Whilst she wadeth in this planitary World it should be vaine to expect better . It is enough when she is fixed above , to be free from all change . Shee is not yet in the full of her glory . Goodnesse repulsed gives height to sinne ; therefore have we bin worse then our Predecessours , because wee might have been better ; because there was never more light of knowledge . Turne over all Records , and Pararell such helpes , such care , such cost , such expectation , with such fruit ; yet this censure is not confined to our Sees ; and I joy not in this large society , would God we were evill alone ; where shall a man mew up himselfe , that he may not be a witnesse of what he would not . They are rare hands , that are free either from aspersion of blood , or spots of filthinesse , close Atheisme , secret Idolatry , unmercifull oppression , greedy covetousnesse , fymonicall sacriledge , bloody trechery , hypocriticall fashionablenesse , have spread themselves ; the Sun of peace looking upon our uncleane heape , hath bred these Monsters , and hath given light to this brood of darkenesse . If any insult in my confession , tell him that J account these the greatest part of our evill , who knowes not that as the Earth is the dregs of the world , so Italy is the dregs of the Earth . Rome of Italy ? and who doth not confesse to finde such as our Paradice is grievous . Let them alone that will dye , and hate to be cured . Oh that remedies were as easie , as complaints against us ? that we could be as soone cleared as convinced , that the taking of the Medicine were but so difficult as the prescription ; and yet nothing hinders us from our health but our will : Neither Gospell , nor grace , nor glory , are shut up , onely our hearts are not open ; yet the secure , and perverse , must breake if they bowe not , what should be done then ? Except we would faine smart , each man amend one , and we all live . Let us each of us , pull out one brand of this fire , and the flame will goe out alone . Till then , alas what availes it to talke whilst every man censures , and none of us amend , though our care begin at our selves it may not end there . Oh yee Sonnes of Levi , gather to your Moses in the gate of the Campe ; Consecrate your hands to God , and sound forth your voice like a Trumpet . Cry downe sinne in earnest , and , thunder out of that sacred chaire of Moses , and let your lives speake yet lowder . Thus as one that delights more in amendment than excuse , J have both censured and directed . So judge of my severe taxation . Jt shall be happy for us , if we can at once excuse and diminish , accuse and redresse iniquity . Let but the endeavour be ours , the successe to God .