To the Reverend Father in God, John, Lord Bishop of Chester

In hedg the main orb by your diligence,
O reverend Father, with true vigilance,
Having Gods Word so perfect in your minde,
None may with fond excuses from you winde.

By learning sound, and eloquence divine,
Rayes of true light let to the heathen shine;
In vaine let Turks fond Mahowset bethought,
Declare then to them what good Christ hath wrought:
Greatly the Iewes by Gods great Word confound,
Ever revealing Christian doctrine sound:
May carnall Gospellers too be converted,
And shew'd the good they get when sin's departed:
Now hedg in the main orb thus holy hearted.
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