By Heaven, I Do Love: And It

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.