The True Church Militant

He knew the sea of paradise could tell in what degree it lies. What Adam drunked out when his bride came from her closet in his side. Whether the devil tempted her by a high Dutch interpreter. If either of them had a navel who first made music malleable. All this without a gloss or comment he could unriddle in a moment and proper terms such as men's matter when they throw out and miss the matter. As if religion were intended for nothing else but to be mended. A sect whose chief devotion lies in odd perverse antipotheism. And falling out with that or this and finding someone still amiss. More peevish cross and splenid