Acrostick (I)

FEar-killing Faith, Bold-zeal, declares thy name,
Art pick't it out but nature lai'd the frame.
If ever name and nature did agree,
'Tis thine which are in perfect Harmonie:
Heav'n-blessed Faith, which shakes th' Aethereal towers

Cold-burning zeal 'gainst Heav'n-opposeing powers
Offer themselves to view: Thy virgin breast
Loves Heav'n alone, doth for did Loves detest.
Death cannot shake thy Faith, nor ever may

Zeal like to thine, a purer breast display.
Eternal flames of Heav'n-refined zeal
And soreing Faith, thou in thy breast do'st feel,
Live ever happy! Faith and zeal with thee
E're stay, t' effect this thy name's Prophesie.