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When hee that would bee good, is thought by all A Monster, or at least phantasticall. Since now yow durst bee good, and that I doe Discerne dureing to contemplate yow, That there may bee degrees of faire, Great, Good Through your light, largnes, vertue vnderstood If in this sacrifice of myne, bee showne Any small sparks of these, call them your owne And if things like these haue bin said by mee Of others, call not that Idolatrie For had God made Mann first, and had man seene The third daies fruites, and flowers and various greene Hee might haue said the best that hee could saie Of those faire creatures, which were made that Daie And when next daie hee had admird the birth Of Sun̅, Moone, Starrs, fairer then late praisd Earth Hee might haue said, the best that hee could saie And not bee chid for praisinge Yesterdaie, Soe though some things are not together true As that another is worthyest, and that yow. Yet to saie soe doth not condemne a man̅, If when hee spoke them, they ware both true than; How faire a proofe of this in our Soule growes? Wee first haue Soules of growth, and sense and those, When our last Soule, our Soule Immortall came, Were swallowed into itt, and haue no name, Nor doth hee iniure those Soules, which doth cast The power and praise of both them on the last; [CW: Noe] |
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