Nor, being any other than he seemes.

Although by Nature, wee are wondrous hard,

Lord, let us into such like Stones be squar'd:

Then, place us in thy spirituall Temple, so,

That, into one firme Structure, we may grow;

And, when we, by thy Grace, are fitted thus,

Dwell Thou thy selfe, for evermore, in us.


Deformitie, within may bee,
Where outward Beauties we doe see.