If wretched Mankind would forbear Themselves so to uphold,
Then sure on them much good confer, My righteous Mother Could:
But since the same will not insue, They must in Care and Sorrow rue, And still in Prison lie.
Howbeit, my dear Mother will
Their Follies ouer-see,
Her choicest Goods permitting still Too much in Light to be.
Though very rarely it may seem
That they may still keep some esteem, Which else would pass for Forgery. Wherefore in honour of the Feast
We this day solemnizes
That so her Grace may be increast,
A good deed she'd devise.
For now a Cord shall be let down,
And whosoever can hang thereon, Shall freely be releast."
