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Birds teach us Hawking; Fishes have their Net:<br />
The Great Prey on the less, They on some Weed.<br />
Nothing engendred does prevent his Meat:<br />
Flies have their Table spread, ere they appear.<br />
Some Creatures have in Winter what to eat;<br />
Others do sleep, and envy not their Cheer.<br />
How finely dost Thou times and seasons spin,<br />
And make a Twist checkered with Night and Day!<br />
Which as it lengthens winds, and winds us in,<br />
As Bowls go on, but turning all the Way.<br />
Each Creature hath a Wisdom for its good.<br />
The Turtle 301 feed their tender off-spring, crying,<br />
When they are callow; but withdraw their Food<br />
When they are plum’d, 302 that need may teach them flying.<br />
Bees work for Man; and yet they never bruise<br />
Their Masters Flower, but leave it, having done,<br />
As Fair as ever, and as fit to use;<br />
So both the Flower doth stay, and Honey run. … 303<br />
Even Poisons praise Thee. Should a thing be lost?<br />
Should Creatures want, for want of care, their due?<br />
Since where are Poisons, Antidotes are most:<br />
Thy Help stands close, and keeps the Fear in view. […]<br />
And as Thy House is full, so I adore<br />
Thy curious Art in marshalling thy Goods.<br />
The Hills with Health abound; the Vales with Store;<br />
The South with Marble; North with Furs and Woods. …<br />
Nothing wears Clothes, but Man; nothing does need<br />
But He to wear them. Nothing uses Fire,<br />
But Man alone, to show his Heavenly Breed:<br />
And Man alone has Fuel in desire.<br />
When Earth was Dry, Thou madest a sea of Wet:<br />
When that sufficed not, Thou didst broach the Moutains:<br />
301Ori.: “pigeon.”<br />
302Ori.: “fledge.”<br />
303Wesley omits four stanzas, including:<br />
And if an herb hath power, what have the starres? / A rose, besides his beautie, is a cure.<br />
Doubtlesse our plagues and plentie, peace and warres / Are there much surer then our art is sure.<br />
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