In this good fight, and my true helper be; Cheer me when sad, advise me when I stray, Let us be each the other's guide and stay; Be your lord's guardian: give joint aid and due, Help him when fall'n, rise, when he helpeth you, That so we may not only one flesh be, But in one spirit and one will agree. FOOTNOTES: [69] The original has _gry_. From _Hermetical Physic_: translated from Henry Nollius (1655). 1. [HORACE. EPIST. I. 1, 14-5.] Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still, Not sworn a slave to any master's will. 2. [INCERTI.] There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board, Of all that Earth and Sea and Air afford. 3. [INCERTI.] With restless cares they waste the night and day, To compass great estates, and get the sway. 4. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XV. 160-164.] Whenever did, I pray, One lion take another's life away? Or in what forest did a wild boar by The tusks of his own fellow wounded die? Tigers with tigers never have debate; And bears among themselves abstain from hate 5. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XV. 169-171.] [Some] esteem it no point of revenge to kill, Unless they may drink up the blood they spill: Who do believe that hands, and hearts, and heads, Are but a kind of meat, etc. 6. [INCERTI.] The strongest body and the best Cannot subsist without due rest. From Thomas Powell's _Cerbyd Fechydwiaeth_ (1657). 1. [THE LORD'S PRAYER.] Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd O'i dadol ddaioni, Yn faen-gwaddan i bob gweddi, Ac athrawieth a wnaeth i ni. Ol[or] Vaughan. From Thomas Powell's _Humane Industry_ (1661). 1. [CAMPION. EPIGR. I. 151.] Time's-Teller wrought into a little round, Which count'st the days and nights with watchful sound; How--when once fix'd--with busy wheels dost thou The twice twelve useful hours drive on and show; And where I go, go'st with me without strife, The monitor and ease of fleeting life. 2. [GROTIUS. LIB. EPIGR. II.] The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, A restless rest, a toilless operation, Heaven then had given it, when wise Nature did To frail and solid things one place forbid; And parting both, made the moon's orb their bound, Damning to various change this lower ground. But now what Nature hath those laws transgress'd, Giving to Earth a work that ne'er will rest? Though 'tis most strange, yet--great King--'tis not new: This work was seen and found before, in you. In you, whose mind--though still calm--never sleeps, But through your realms one constant motion keeps: As your mind--then--was Heaven's type first, so this But the taught anti-type of your mind is. 3. [JUVENAL. SATIRE III.]