Step 1 of 6 · Read it through once
Section 614
Passage 1 of 1 · section 614 of 635
1Iohn.
2I marrie, now my soule hath elbow roome,
3It would not out at windowes, nor at doores,
4There is so hot a summer in my bosome,
5That all my bowels crumble vp to dust:
6I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen
7Vpon a Parchment, and against this fire
8Do I shrinke vp.