My Lord, is now the malice of my wicked heart more than is the virtue of thy precious death, that wrought such wonders, and many more, and the mind [memory] thereof stirreth not mine hear? . . . I wot well mine heart, glorious Lord, is not worthy to come to thee that thou therein light; is is naught of the dignity of thine holy sepulchre, where thou wert in manhead closed.
Richard Rolle: Meditations on the Passion.