My Worthiness Is All My Doubt, His Merit All My Fear, Contrasting Which, My Qualities Do Lowlier Appear; Lest I Should Insufficient Prove For His Beloved Need, The Chiefest Apprehension Within My Loving Creed. So I, The Undivine Abode Of His Elect Content, Conform My Soul As 'T Were A Church Unto Her Sacrament.