Religion
Book III, 10: On Man
From Divine Fancies (1633), Book III
Religion
Man is a mooving Limbeck, to distill
Sweet smelling waters; where withall to fill
Gods empty Bttle: Lord doe thou inspire
Thy quickning spirit; Put in thy sacred Fire;
And then mine eyes shall never cease to droppe,
Till they have brimd thy Bottle, to the Toppe:
I can doe nothing, Lord, till thou inspire:
I'm a cold Limbeck, but expecting Fire.
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