Six days expired, all creation ceast;
All kinds, ev’n from the greatest to the least,
Were finish’d and compleat before the day of rest.
But why should man, the Lord of creatures, want
That privilege which plants and beasts obtain?
Beasts bring forth beasts, and plant a perfect plant;
And ev’ry like brings forth her like again;
Shall fowls and fishes, beasts and plants convey
Life to their issue, and man less than they?
Shall these get living souls, and man dead lumps of clay?