We Came Into The World Like Brother

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!