Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell,

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

But See! Thevirgin Blessed Hath Laid Her Babe To Rest. Time Is Our Tedious Song Should Here Have Ending.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.