He that is one,
Is none.
Two reacheth thee
In some degree.
Nature & Grace
With Glory may attaine thy Face.
Steele & a flint strike fire,
Witt & desire
Never to thee aspire,
Except life catch & hold those fast.
That which beleefe
Did not confess in the first Theefe
His fall can tell,
from Heaven, through Earth, to Hell,
Let two of those alone
To them
that fall,
Who God & Saints and Angels loose at last.
He
that has one,
Has all.
