To the Right Reverend Father in God, John, Lord Bishop of Moray

In sweetnes farre excelling honey you,
And those who heare you drop a pleasing dew:
Honey was never any half so sweet,
(No) as Gods word with which you them do greet.

Greeting them still with Gods true grace and favour,
Verting from them his wrath, their ill behaviour
That they may mend, and so returning they
Have of that pretions and sweet honey may
Rightly then Sir, when you did preaching shew,
Indeed you not till then the honey gru ,
Evermore still this sweetnes do pursue.
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