Glory be to God for dappled things -- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted |&| pieced -- fold, fallow, |&| plough; And {'a}ll trades, their gear |&| tackle |&| trim. All things counter, original, sp{'a}re, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckl{`e}d, (who knows how?) With sw{'i}ft, sl{'o}w; sweet, s{'o}ur; ad{'a}zzle, d{'i}m; He fathers-forth whose beauty is p{'a}st change: Pr{'a}ise h{'i}m.