“My God, I heard this day
That none doth build a stately habitation
But he that means to dwell therein.
What house more stately hath there been,
Or can be, than is Man? to whose creation
All things are in decay.
“Man is all symmetry
Full of proportions, one limb to another,
And all to all the world besides;
Each part may call the farthest brother,
For head with foot hath private amity,
And both with moons and tides.
“For us the winds do blow,
The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow:
Nothing we see but means our good
As our delight or as our treasure,
The whole is either our cupboard of food,
Or cabinet of pleasure.
“Since then, my God, thou hast
So brave a palace built. Oh, dwell in it,
That it may dwell with thee at last!
Till then afford us so much wit
That as the world serves us, we may serve thee
And both thy servants be.”