Why, prayers and tears that the most and best of God's people cannot attain to are spurned and spat upon by Mr.Wet-eyes.

The man is beside himself with his tears.

For, tears that would console and assure us for a long season after them, he will weep over them as we scarce weep over our worst sins.
His closet always turns all his comeliness to corruption.

He comes out of his closet after all night in it with his psalm-book wrung to pulp, and with all his righteousnesses torn to filthy rags; till all men escape Mr.Wet-eyes' society--all men except Mr.Desires-awake.

I will go out on your errand now, said Mr.Desires-awake, if you will send Mr.Wet-eyes with me.