Book III, 49: On a Crucifixe

Why not the Picture of our dying Lord,
As of a Friend? Nor this, nor that's ador'd:
Does not th' eternall Law command, that thou
Shalt ev'n as well forbeare to make, as bow?
Not to so good an end? T'advance his passion?
The Gold being pure, what matter for the Fashion;
Take heed: The purest gold does often take
Some losse, some prejudice, for the fashions sake:
Not to a Civill end? To garnish Halls?
To deck our windowes? To adorne our Walls?
Shew-bread must not be common: And the Cruse
Of holy Oyle admits no Civill use:
No, no; the beauty of his Picture lies
Within; Tis th'object of our Faith, not Eyes.