Were’t not for Him,
Thou would’st unmine the whole great globe of man;
Draw figures o’er the moon’s frail, verdant map;
Bind all the planets to our earth’s great orb;
And, cooling, freeze the sun’s most torrid heat,
Or give it greater fire. Thou’d’st chain the thunderbolt;
Catch heaven’s lightning in thine own great leash
For man’s devising smiths.
But let us praise thee
For what thy dare-all, do-all skill hath wrought