Otia Sacra Optima Fides | ||
To Man, on his frail Condition.
What permanence to Earth or Clay is due,Fond Man consider, for that Emblems you:
This Day brings humane flesh under Death's yoke,
And yesterday I saw a Pitcher broke.
Our Forms are different, Substances the same:
The subtil Artist doth both Vessels frame
For Honor and the Contrary; and thus
Our great Creator moulds and fashions us.
If we would then our Makers praise set forth,
We should take Care to become Those of worth.
Otia Sacra Optima Fides | ||