As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

Dear Lord. I give myself away. I've nothing else to give.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.