Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

But Think That We Are But Turned Aside To Sleep.

Keep Us, Lord, So Awake In The Duties Of Our Calling That We May Sleep In Thy Peace And Wake In Thy Glory.