Of the great world the small epitome;
Of the dead world, the life, and small anatome.
Giles Fletcher.
Thou man Thy image mad’st, in dignity,
In knowledge and in beauty like to Thee;
Placed in a heaven on earth; without his toil,
The ever flourishing and fruitful soil
Unpurchased food produced; all creatures were
His subjects, serving more for love than fear.
Sandys.