There is no theam more plentifull to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.[782:3]
First Week, Sixth Day.
These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.[782:4]
First Week, Sixth Day.
Or almost like a spider, who, confin'd
In her web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing flie
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie.[782:5]
First Week, Sixth Day.