Vpon Bishop Andrewes his Picture before his Sermons.

THis reverend shadow cast that setting Sun,
Whose glorious course through our Horrizon run,
Left the dimme face of this dull Hemisphaeare,
All one great eye, all drown'd in one great Teare.
Whose faire illustrious soule, led his free thought
Through Learnings Vniverse, and (vainely) sought
Roome for her spatious selfe, untill at length
Shee found the way home, with an holy strength
Snathc't her self hence, to Heaven: fill'd a bright place,
Mongst those immortall fires, and on the face
Of her great maker fixt her flaming eye,
There still to read true pure divinity.
And now that grave aspect hath deign'd to shrinke
Into this lesse appearance; If you thinke,
Tis but a dead face, art doth here bequeath:
Looke on the following leaves, and see him breath.