Would be a Rubens, or an Angelo;
Gaze up, some winter night, and you'll confess
Heaven's a large gallery of images.
Then stoop down to the Earth, wonder, and scan
The Master-piece of th' whole creation, Man:
Man, that exact original in each limb,
60And Woman, that fair copy drawn from him.
Whate'er we see 's one bracelet, whose each bead
Is cemented and hangs by painting's thread.