God Has Set Labor And Rest, As

The Planets In Their Station List'ning Stood.

Th'invention All Admir'd, And Each, How He To Be Th'inventor Miss'd; So Easy It Seem'd Once Found, Which Yet Unfound Most Would Have Thought Impossible.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

And Now The Herald Lark Left His Ground-nest, High Tow'ring To Descry The Morn's Approach, And Greet Her With His Song.

Antichrist Is Mammon's Son.