Is it not better to confess sin
than to honour evil?
Is it not better to suffer shame
than to dishonour God?
Though I am already bare
for the Lord see's me
I choose to undress of this death
To be exposed, alas to be naked
To myself, to you, and to God
I confess, my eyes look to spledors
Of this world they do lust
My flesh yearns for fulfilment
with the appetite of a gluton
My heart is full of pride
It boasts in the things of this life