O bread of lyfe which sweld'ste up without Leaven;
10O bridge which joynst togeather earth and heaven;
Whose eyes see me through these walles, and throughe glasse,
And through this fleshe as thorowe Cipres passe.
Behould a little harte made greate by thee
Swellinge, yet shrinkinge at thy majestie.
15O dwell in it, for where soe ere thou go'ste
There is the Temple of the Holy Ghoste.
O Frutefull Garden. A25: [TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.] Chambers
6 out, Ed: out A25