O wretched man, the knot of contraries, In whom both heaven and earth doth move and rest, Heaven of my mind, which with Christ's love is blest, d**h of my heart, which in dull languor lies! Yet doth my moving will still circulize My heaven about my earth with thoughts' unrest, Where reason as a sun from east to west Darteth his shining beams to melt this ice. And now with fear it southward doth descend, Now between both is equinoctial, And now to joys it higher doth ascend, And yet continues my sea glacial. What shall I do, but pray to Christ the Son? In earth as heaven, Lord, let thy will be done.