Let her by proofe of that which she hath fylde In her owne breast, this Mothers ioy descrive

Her yards were bare and cockabill.

It is Heaven that is deſigned by this promiſe as well as by any of the reſt; though this grace takes in alſo the refreſhments of the earth by æquivalence and a ſuppletory deſigne.

“Omigosh,” I gasped, unladylikely.