How many Arrowes from his Bowe are gone,
As we observe how nigh the Marke he shot:
And, justly we deride that Man who spends
His Time and Shafts, but never ayme doth take
To hit the White; or foolishly pretends,
The number of the Shots, doth Archers make.
So, God, who marketh our Endeavours, here,
Doth not by tale, account of them receive;
But, heedeth rather how well meant they were,
And, at his Will how rightly aym'd we have.