A little spice, or Amber in thy taste?
Because thou art not frozen, art thou warme?
60Seest thou all good because thou seest no harme?
The earth doth in her inward bowels hold
Stuffe well dispos'd, and which would faine be gold,
But never shall, except it chance to lye,
So upward, that heaven gild it with his eye;
65As, for divine things, faith comes from above,
So, for best civill use, all tinctures move
From higher powers; From God religion springs,