Shrivel thou excuse that wrongdoing where I started,
Which was my wrongdoing, however it were done some time recently?
Shrivel thou excuse that wrongdoing, through which I run,
What's more, do run still, however still I do lament?
At the point when thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Shrink thou excuse that wrongdoing which I have won
Others to sin, and made my wrongdoing their entryway?
Shrivel thou excuse that transgression which I shunned
A year or two, however wallow'd in, a score?
At the point when thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a wrongdoing of dread, that when I have spun
My last string, I should die on the shore;
In any case, swear without anyone else, that at my demise thy Son
Should sparkle as he sparkles now, and to this point;
What's more, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.