The world's an Inn; and I her guest

Reason can discover Things only near; sees nothing that's above her.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that has no cross deserves no crown.

Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are gone Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.

Even such is man, whose glory lends His life a blaze or two, and ends.

No man is born unto himself alone; Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.

He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.