Tis Hard To Find God, But To

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

Show Me Thy Feet, Show Me Thy Legs, Thy Thighs Show Me Those Fleshy Principalities; Show Me That Hill Where Smiling Love Doth Sit, Having A Living Fountain Under It; Show Me Thy Waist, Then Let Me There Withal, By The Ascension Of Thy Lawn, See All.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.