St. John Baptist Painted by her self in the Wilderness, with Angels appearing to him, and with a Lamb by him
THe Sun's my Fire, when it does shine,The hollow Spring's my Cave of Wine,The Rocks and Woods afford me Meat;This Lamb and I on one Dish eat:The neighbouring Herds my Garments send,My Pallet the kind Earth doth lend:Excess and Grandure I decline,M'Associates onely are Divine.
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