Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

Here A Little Child I Stand, Heaving Up My Either Hand; Cold As Paddocks Though They Be, Here I Lift Them Up To Thee, For A Benison To Fall On Our Meat, And On Us All. Amen.