Well pleas’d with colour’d vellum, leaves of gold,
Fair dangling ribbands—leaving what is best;
On the great writer’s sense ne’er taking hold;
Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught,
It is some picture on the margin wrought.
William Drummond.
Seek well another world; who studies this,
Travels in clouds, seeks manna where none is.
Henry Vaughan.
Lord, mail my heart with faith, and be my shield,