Then he in winter-nights the Bible took,
To count how often in the sacred book
The sacred name appear’d, and could rehearse
Which were the middle chapter, word, and verse,
The very letter in the middle placed,
And so employ’d the hours that others waste.
“Such wert thou once; and now, my child, they say
Thy faith like water runneth fast away,
The prince of devils hath, I fear, beguiled
The ready wit of my backsliding child.”