Book I, 80: On Gods Law

Thy Sacred Law, O God,
Is like to MOES od
If wee i i our hand,
It will doe Wonders in the Land;
If wee sleight and throw it to the Ground;
'Twill
A Wound that Flesh and Blood cannot endure,
Nor salve, untill the Brazen Serpent cure:
I wish not, Lord, thou sholds ithold it;
Nor wold I have it, and not hold it:
O each me the my God
To handle MOSS Rod.