Piety, and Poesy | ||
Imploration.
Lord fill my Soul with Innocence, and thenI care not though I be in Daniels denn,
I'th' firy Furnace nought can me assail;
Were I lock'd up in Jonah's water Goal;
If I remain in Innocence are small:
And, as thou saidst to Peter, say to me
Shake of thy Bonds, Ile do't, and Follow thee.
Piety, and Poesy | ||