Let her pass, and charioted along / In guilty splendour, shake the public ways!

Let tyrants shake their iron rod.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,/ The parting word shall pass my lips no more!

Who knows himself a braggart,Let him fear this, for it will come to passthat every braggart shall be found an ass.

Don't be envious of my Glory but before you do read my story