15Thou wilt not long dispute it, thou wilt die;
And, having little now, have then no sense.
Yet when her warme redeeming hand, which is
A miracle; and made such to worke more,
Doth touch thee (saples leafe) thou grow'st by this
20Her creature; glorify'd more then before.
Then as a mother which delights to heare
Her early child mis-speake halfe uttered words,
Or, because majesty doth never feare