Classic Poem

The ofter sinne, the more griefe, shewes a Saint;
The ofter sinne, the lesse griefe, notes a Fiend:
But oft with griefe to sinne, the soule doth taint;
And oft to sinne with ioy, the soule doth rend
To sinne on Hope, is sinne most full of Feare;
To sinne of malice, is the Diuels sinne:
One is, that Christ may greater burden beare;
The other, that his Death might still beginne
To sinne of Frailtie, is a sinne but weake;
To sinne in strength, the stronger makes the blame:
The first, the Reed Christ bare, hath powre to breake;
The last, his thornie-Crowne can scarse vnframe:
But, finally, to sinne malitiously
Reed, Crowne, nor Crosse, hath pow'r to crucifie!