The hen, so soon as she an egg dot… (Spreads the fame of her doing wha… About the yard she cackling now do… To tell what ’twas she at her nest… Just thus it is with some professi…

Who’s this that cometh from the wi… Like smokey pillars thus perfum’d… Leaning upon her dearest in distre… Led into’s bosom by the Comforter… She’s clothed with the sun, crowne…

The egg’s no chick by falling from… Nor man a Christian, till he’s bo… The egg’s at first contained in th… Men, afore grace, in sins and dark… The egg, when laid, by warmth is m…

Eternity is like unto a Ring. Time, like to Measure, doth it se… Measure commences, is a finite thi… The Ring has no beginning, middle…

This Moses was a fair and comely… His wife a swarthy Ethiopian; Nor did his milk-white bosom chang… She came out thence as black as sh… Now Moses was a type of Moses’ la…

The next word that I would unto t… Is how thou mayst attain without d… Those blessed graces, and that hol… Thou dost with so much godly zeal… Thy love to, and thy longing to en…

The word of faith unto me pardon b… Shows me the ground and reason whe… To wit, free grace, which moved G… His Son to die and bleed, that I… This word doth also loudly preach…

Tis much to see how over nice some… About the body and household affai… While what’s of worth they slightl… Not doing, or doing it slovenly. Their house must be well furnished…

Wouldst thou be very upright and s… Wouldst thou be that within thou d… Or seem to be in outward exercise Before the most devout, and godly… Yea, art thou thus when no eye dot…

Wouldst thou have that good, that… That is so much to heavenly things… That it aloft will soar, and alway… Contemplating on blest eternity. That mind that never thinks itself…

From God he’s a backslider, Of ways he loves the wider; With wickedness a sider, More venom than a spider. In sin he’s a considerer,

There’s one rides very sagely on t… Showing that he affects the graves… Another rides tantivy, or full tro… To show much gravity he matters no… Lo, here comes one amain, he rides…

My little bird, how canst thou sit And sing amidst so many thorns? Let me a hold upon thee get, My love with honour thee adorns. Thou art at present little worth,

Look, look, brave Sol doth peep u… Shows us his golden face, doth on… He also doth compass us round with… Whilst he ascends up to his highes… Where he his banner over us displa…

Well, with the day I see the clou… And mix the light with darkness ev… This threatening is, to travellers… Long journeys, slabby rain they’ll… Else, while I gaze, the sun doth…