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MAN. -VIRTUE.— HONOR.— TIME. — CHANGE.
"Eyes which the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new."— KEBLE.
For man is every thing, And more. He is a tree, yet bears no fruit;
A beast, yet is or should be more. Reason and speech we only bring. Parrots may thank us, if they are not mute, They go upon the score.
Man is all symmetry,
Full of proportions, one limb to another,
And all to all the world besides; Each part may call the farthest, brother;
For head with foot hath private amity,
And both with moons and tides.
Nothing hath got so far,
But man hath caught and kept it as his prey.
His eyes dismount the highest star: He is in little all the sphere: Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they
Find their acquaintance there.
For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow;
Nothing we see but means our good As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
The stars have us to bed: Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws.
Music and light attend our head. All things unto our flesh are kind to our In their descent and being;
mind, In their ascent and cause.
Each thing is full of Duty: Waters united are our navigation; Distinguished, our habitation; Below our drink: above our meat: Both are our cleanliness. Hath one such beauty?
Then how are all things neat.