Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.