“‘Nevertheless was none so skill'd,
for all the crafts that e'er he knew,
that of that song might sing a note,
save all the host that follow the Lamb.
They are redeem'd, remov'd from earth,
as first-fruits wholly due to God,
and to that gentle Lamb enjoin'd,
as like to Him in hue and look;
for never a lie nor tale untrue
had touch'd their tongues, for any pain.
To spotless Lord the spotless host
shall nearest be, and never less.’”