For infinite, in making this fair frame,
Great without quantity, in all thou came,
And filling all, how can thy state admit
Or place or substance to be said of it?
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Were but one hour this world disjoin’d from thee,
It in one hour to nought reduc’d should be,
For it thy shadow is; and can they last,
If sever’d from the substances them cast?”
(ll. 285–298.)