Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

How Gladly Would I Meet Mortality, My Sentence, And Be Earth In Sensible! How Glad Would Lay Me Down, As In My Mother's Lap! There I Should Rest, And Sleep Secure.