To the Reverend Father in God, Francis, Lord Bishop of Peterborough

Fenced are you first with your innocence,
Respecting which you love without offence;
And then Gods Word is a sure fence likewise,
Not suffering sinne your conscience to surprise,
Christ lastly is a most sure fence indeed,
In due time ready helping you at need,
So forced is that soule, who fencing her,

Doth Innocence Gods word and Christ appeare,
Ever may you be then a fenced Sir .
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