Book III, 42: On severall Sinnes

Grosse Sinne.
Is like a Show'r, which ere we can get in
Into our Conscience, wets us to the skin:

Sin of Infirmity.
Is like the falling of an April Shower;
'Tis often Raine, and Sun-shine, in an hower.

Sin of Custome.
Is a long Showre, beginning with the Light
Oft-times continuing till the Dead of Night.

Sin of Ignorance.
It is a hideous Mist, that wetts amaine,
Though it appeare not in the forme of Raine.

Crying Sin.
It is a sudden Showre, that teares in sunder
The Cope of Heav'n, & alway comes with Thunder.

Sin of Delight.
Is like a fethered showre of Snow, not felt,
But soakes to th' very skin, when ere it melt:

Sin of Presumption.
Does like a Showre of Hayle, both wet and wound
With sudden Death: or strikes us to the Ground.

The Sin of Sinnes.
It is a sulph'rous Shower, such as fell
On Sodom, strikes, and strikes to th' Pit of Hell.