Cast thus, since man at gods high presence trembles.
Heere man mans troth loves whome his sheepe resembles.
The bright Sunne beame a sickly eye may dim̃e,
30A little babe in shallow heart may swim̃.
Hee heavens wealth to a poore stable brings,
Th'oxestall the Court unto the king of kings.
No Shadowes now nor lightning flames give terror.
This light tells with our tongue, and beares or error.
35Pure infant teares, moist pearle adornd his cheeke,
Assignd, ere borne, our erring soules to seeke.