A Feast for Wormes: Pious Meditation 10

THe Priestly Skirts of A'rons holy coate
I kisse; and to my morning Muse devote:
Had never King, in any age, or Nation,
Such glorious Robes, set forth in such a fashion,
With Gold, and Gemmes, and Silks of Princely Dye,
And Stones befitting more than Majesty:
The Persian Sophies, and rich Shaeba's Queene
Had n'er the like, nor e'r the like had seene;
Vpon the Skirts (in order as they fell)
First, a Pomegranat was, and then a Bell;
By each Pomegranat did a Bell appeare;
Many Pomegranats, many Bels there were;
Pomegranats nourish, Bels doe make a sound;
As blessings fall, Thanksgiving must rebound.
If thou wilt cloth my heart with A'rons tyer,
My tongue shall praise, as well as heart desier.
My tongue, and pen, shall dwell upon thy Story,
(Great God) for thine is Kingdome, Power, Glory.