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The Epitome.
As in a cave
Where darkenesse justles out the day,
But yet doth give
Some small admission to one feeble ray,
Some of all species doe distinctly play.
Where darkenesse justles out the day,
But yet doth give
Some small admission to one feeble ray,
Some of all species doe distinctly play.
Just even thou
Whom wonder hath not fully cleer'd,
Thy selfe dost shew,
That in thy little Chaos all's enspheard,
And though abridg'd, yet in full greatnesse rear'd.
Whom wonder hath not fully cleer'd,
Thy selfe dost shew,
That in thy little Chaos all's enspheard,
And though abridg'd, yet in full greatnesse rear'd.
| Poems By John Hall | |