To bring her best things hither: ’tis a place
Not more the pride of shires then the disgrace,
Which I’de not leave, had I my Dean to boot,
For the large offers of the cloven-foot
Unto our Saviour, but you not being here
’Tis to me, though a rare one, but a shire;
A place of good earth, if compared with worse,
Which hath a lesser part in Adam’s curse:
Or, for to draw a simile from the High’st,
Tis like unto salvation without Christ,