Let wits contest, And with their words and posies windows fill: Lesse than the least Of all thy mercies, is my posie still. This on my ring, This by my picture, in my book I write; Whether I sing, Or say, or dictate, this is my delight. Invention rest; Comparisons go play; wit use thy will: Lesse than the least Of all God`s mercies, is my posie still.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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