I take the world to be but as a stage,Where net-maskt men do play their personage.

For where‘s the State beneath the Firmament,
That doth excell the Bees for Government?

In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.

Night’s black Mantle covers all alike.

And swans seem whiter if swart crowes be by.

God quickened in the Sea and in the Rivers, So many fishes of so many features, That in the waters we may see all Creatures; Even all that on the earth is to be found,! As if the world were in deep waters drowned.

The world’s a stage where God’s omnipotence,
His justice, knowledge, love, and providence
Do act the parts.

A good turn at need,At first or last, shall be assur’d of meed.

The will for deed I doe accept.

There is no Theam more plentifull to scan,
Then is the glorious goodly frame of Man.