Some are vexed for the dirtying of their linen, or some such trifle, for which the least passion is too big an expense.

And thus it is that a man cannot tell his own heart simply by his tears, or the truth of his repentance by those short gusts of sorrow.' Well, then, my brethren, tell me, Do you think that Mr.Desires-awake would have taken you that day to the pavilion door?
Would his head have been safe with you for his associate?
Your associates see many gusts in your heart.

Do they ever see your eyes red because of your sin?
Did you ever weep so much as one good tear-drop for pure sin?
One true tear: not because your sins have found you out, but for secret sins that you know can never find you out in this world?
And, still better, do you ever weep in secret places not for sin, but for sinfulness--which is a very different matter?
Do you ever weep to yourself and to God alone over your incurably wicked heart?
If not, then weep for that with all your might, night and day.

No mortal man has so much cause to weep as you have.

Go to God on the spot, on every spot, and say with Bishop Andrewes, who is both Mr.Desires-awake and Mr.Wet- eyes in one, say with that deep man in his _Private Devotions_, say: 'I need more grief, O God; I plainly need it.