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.

Invention, rest;

Comparisons, go play; wit, use thy will;

'Less than the least

Of all GOD's mercies' is my posy still.