Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To tell the love of God alone
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
The two following are very common in village schools:—
This is Giles Wilkinson, his book;
God give him grace therein to look;