Let wits contest,
And with their words and posies windows fill;
'Less than the least
Of all Thy mercies,' is my posy still.
This on my ring,
This by my picture, in my book I write;
Whether I sing,
Or say, or dictate, this is my delight.
Comparisons, go play; wit, use thy will;
Of all GOD's mercies' is my posy still.