I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w