_place, seat, room._
Rich and poor that low will lowte, _bow._
Alway thank God for all.
I cannot say there is much poetry in this, but there is much truth and
wisdom. There is the finest poetry, however, too, in the line--I give it
now letter for letter:--
But think that God ys ther he was.
There is poetry too in the line, if I interpret it rightly as intending
the gospel--
The sonde that God sent al abowte.
I shall now make a few extracts from poems of the same century whose
authors are unknown.[51] A good many such are extant. With regard to the
similarity of those I choose, I would remark, that not only will the
poems of the same period necessarily resemble each other, but, where the
preservation of any has depended upon the choice and transcription of one
person, these will in all probability resemble each other yet more. Here
are a few verses from a hymn headed _The Sweetness of Jesus_:--
If I for kindness should love my kin, _for natural reasons.
Then me thinketh in my thought [Kind is nature,_
By kindly skill I should begin _by natural judgment._
At him that hath me made of nought;
His likeness he set my soul within,
And all this world for me hath wrought;
As father he fondid my love to win, _set about.
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