how large unto the tiny fly must little things appear,
A rose bud like a feather bed its prickle like a spear,
A dew drop like a looking glass a hair like golden wire,
The smalest grain of musted seed as fears as coles of fire,
A loaf of bread a lofty hill a wasp a cruel Leppard,
And specks of salt as brght to see as lamb kins to a shepherd
