For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or

There Was The Murdered Corpse, In Covert Laid, And Violent Death In Thousand Shapes Displayed; The City To The Soldier's Rage Resigned; Successless Wars, And Poverty Behind; Ships Burnt In Fight, Or Forced On Rocky Shores, And The Rash Hunter Strangled By The Boars; The Newborn Babe By Nurses Overlaid; And The Cook Caught Within The Raging Fire He Made.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.