But on a sudden, all was chang'd and gone
That smil'd in that first sweet complexion.
Then Thunder-claps and Lightning did conspire
To teare the world, or set it all on fire.
What trust to things below, whenas we see,
As Men, the Heavens have their Hypocrisie?
Herrick.
Summer in the penniless can stir the frozen prayer,
Summer sends a golden glow through needy bones a-while;