That, his long suffring, and his Love contemne.

For, as wee somewhat have of every Creature,

So, wee in us, have somewhat of his Nature:

Or, if it bee not sayd the same to bee,

His Pictures, and his Images are wee.

Let, therefore, his long-suffring, well be weigh'd,

And, keepe us, to provoke him, still afraid.


Hee that is blind, will nothing see,
What light soe're about him bee.