Whose easie phrase doth soe acquainte
Our sense with Gospell, that the Creede
In such an hand the weake may reade.
Such tipes e’en yett of vertue bee,
And Christ as in a glass we see—
When with a fishinge rod the clarke
St. Peter’s draught of fish doth marke,
Such is the scale, the eie, the finn,
You’d thinke they strive and leape within;
But if the nett, which holdes them, brake,