In the Sea withouten lesse,
Standeth the Bird of Hermes:
Eating his Wings variable,
And thereby maketh himselfe more stable;
When all his Fethers be agone,
He standeth still there as a stone;
Here is now both White aud Red,
And also the Stone to quicken the dead,
All and sume withouten fable,
Both hard, and nesh and milliable
Understand now well aright,
And thanke God of this sight.


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