So thou, my dear friend, think thyself not a saint;
A quean to a queen bears resemblance, but faint.
Mankind on this point in great error still stands;
Th’ elect of the Lord are ignored on all hands.20
The equals of prophets acknowledged they be;
Of saints they’re the brethren, as all men agree.
Fools say: “The elect are but human, you see;
To eat and to sleep they’re constrained, just as we.”
Through blindness they miss the real point of the strife,
The diff’rence between them’s immense all through life.