Mans naturall infirmity.

WHat meanes my God? why dost present to me
Such glorious objects? can a blind man see?
Why dost thou call? why dost thou becken so?
Wouldst have me come? Lord can a Cripple go?
Or why dost thou expect that I should raise
Thy glory with my voice? the dumbe can't praise.
Vnscale my duskye eyes, then Ile expresse
Thy glorious objects strong attractivenesse:
Dip thou my limbes in thy Bethesdaes lake,
Ile scorne my earthly crutches, Ile forsake
My selfe: touch thou my tongue and then Ile sing
An Allelujah to my glorious King.
Raise me from this my grave, then I shall be
Alive, and Ile bestow my life on thee
Till thou Eliah-like dost overspread
My limbs, I'me blind, I'me lame, I'me dumbe, I'me dead: