New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

Straight Mine Eye Hath Caught New Pleasures Whilst The Landscape Round It Measures, Russet Lawns And Fallows Grey, Where The Nibbling Flocks Do Stray, Mountains On Whose Barren Breast The Labouring Clouds Do Often Rest; Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks, And Rivers Wide.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.