For Neither Man Nor Angel

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

Where There Is Much Desire To Learn, There Of Necessity Will Be Much Arguing, Much Writing, For Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

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