All the old Text; or had wee chang'd to gold
Their silver; or dispos'd into lesse glasse
150Spirits of vertue, which then scatter'd was.
But 'tis not so: w'are not retir'd, but dampt;
And as our bodies, so our mindes are crampt:
'Tis shrinking, not close weaving that hath thus,
In minde, and body both bedwarfed us.
155Wee seeme ambitious, Gods whole worke t'undoe;
Of nothing hee made us, and we strive too,