Ponders how bright the orbes doe move,
And thence how much more bright the heav'ns above
Where on the heads of Cherubins
Th' Almightie sits disdaining our bold sinnes:
Who while on th' earth we groveling lye
Dare in our pride of building tempt the skie.
Universum stratum ejus versasti in infirmitate ejus. David.
My Soule! When thou and I
Shall on our frighted death-bed lye;