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Who gave himself existence, gave us all
The being that we have, ordered this Ball
We trample with a word, and without sweat
Gave essence, and existence to the great
And lesser Creatures, and requir'd no more
Materials pre-existent, then a poore
Nothing, and thence with an all-potent hand
First made, then perfected Fire, Ayre, Sea, Land.
Nor is the worke by patterne, but he takes
Himselfe, and of his worke th' Idea makes.
VVhen did God make those intellective Peeres
Guardians of Mankind, Guiders of the Spheres?
Lets reckon every imaginarie Age
Before they undertook the Pupillage
Of Adams Orphans, or shall we agree
As parcels of large Natures Machin, he
Gave them Coevall being. How e're wee'l joyne
In this, the workmanship was most divine.
The being that we have, ordered this Ball
We trample with a word, and without sweat
Gave essence, and existence to the great
And lesser Creatures, and requir'd no more
Materials pre-existent, then a poore
Nothing, and thence with an all-potent hand
First made, then perfected Fire, Ayre, Sea, Land.
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Himselfe, and of his worke th' Idea makes.
VVhen did God make those intellective Peeres
Guardians of Mankind, Guiders of the Spheres?
Lets reckon every imaginarie Age
Before they undertook the Pupillage
Of Adams Orphans, or shall we agree
As parcels of large Natures Machin, he
Gave them Coevall being. How e're wee'l joyne
In this, the workmanship was most divine.
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