One corne of one low anthills dust, and lesse,
Should name, know, or expresse a thing so high,
30And not an inch, measure infinity.
I cannot tell them, nor my selfe, nor you,
But leave, lest truth b'endanger'd by my praise,
And turne to God, who knowes I thinke this true,
And useth oft, when such a heart mis-sayes,
35To make it good, for, such a praiser prayes.
Hee will best teach you, how you should lay out