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Elegie on Prince Henry. |
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Looke to mee faith, and looke to my faith, God; |
For both my centers feele this period. |
Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is; |
And Reason is that center, Faith is this; |
For into'our reason flow, and there do end |
All, that this naturall world doth comprehend: |
Quotidian things, and equidistant hence, |
Shut in, for man, in one circumference. |
But for th'enormous greatnesses, which are |
So disproportion'd, and so angulare, |
As is Gods essence, place and providence, |
Where, how, when, what soules do, departed hence, |
These things (eccentrique else) on faith do strike; |
Yet neither all, nor upon all, alike. |
For reason, put to'her best extension, |
Almost meetes faith, and makes both centers one. |
And nothing ever came so nere to this, |
As contemplation of that Prince, wee misse. |
For all that faith might credit mankinde could, |
Reason still seconded, that this prince would. |
If then least moving of the center, make |
More, then if whole hell belch'd, the world to shake. |
What must this do, centers distracted so, |
That wee see not what to beleeve or know? |
Was it not well beleev'd till now, that hee, |
Whose reputation was an extasie,
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