A Meditation on an Elephant.

THe Elephant doth alwayes chuse to drinke
In durty ponds, and makes his paw to sinke
And raise the mud, that so he may escape,
Without the shadow of his ugly shape:
Thus tis with guilty soules, who dare not peepe
Into themselves, but make their conscience sleepe;
Cleanse me O Lord, and then I shall surpasse
In beauty, and won't feare the looking glasse.