I Am Wrapped In Dismal

I See A Woman May Be Made A Fool, If She Had Not A Spirit To Resist.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.