Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects. Heaven hath my [empty] words;
Whilst my [invention], hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: [Heaven] in my mouth,
5 As if I did but only chew [his] name;
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception. The state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown [fear’d] and tedious; yea, my gravity,
10 Wherein—let no man hear me—I [take] pride,