As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

When Thou Cam'st First, Thou Strok'st Me And Made Much Of Me; Wouldst Give Me Water With Berries In't; And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night; And Then I Loved Thee And Showed Thee All The Qualities O' Th' Isle, The Fresh Springs, Brine-pits, Barren Place And Fertile.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!