I Marched Three Miles Through Scorching Sand, With Zeal In Heart, And Notes In Hand; I Rode Four More To Great St. Mary, Using Four Legs, When Two Were Weary: To Three Fair Virgins I Did Tie Men, In The Close Bands Of Pleasing Hymen; I Dipp'D Two Babes In Holy Water, And Purified Their Mother After. Within An Hour And Eke A Half, I Preach'D Three Congregations Deaf; Where, Thundering Out, With Lungs Long-Winded, I Chopp'D So Fast, That Few There Minded. My Emblem, The Laborious Sun, Saw All These Mighty Labours Done Before One Race Of His Was Run. All This Perform'D By Robert Hewit: What Mortal Else Could E'Er Go Through It!