He turns his hand to poetry even then. Would you like to see a bit of what he wrote at fifteen? Well, here it is, in a scrap of psalmody:
“Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods, he is the God,
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Who by his wisdom did create
The painted heavens so full of state,
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And caused the golden tressèd sun
All the day long his course to run,