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.