A reall infinite matter, distinct
And yet proceeding from the Deitie
Although with different form as then untinct
Has ever been from all Eternitie.
Now what delay can we suppose to be,
Since matter alway was at hand prepar’d
Before the filling of the boundlesse skie
With framed Worlds; for nought at all debar’d,
Nor was His strength ungrown, nor was His strength empair’d.