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.