Our eyes are veyl’d with flesh and bloud:
Wee cannot see,
What hath relation to our good:
Our judgements bee
Benighted by the world: wee are all blind,
Like those which grop’d the doore of Lot to find.
The Scripture is a perspicill,
Which us instructs,
We choose the good, and leave the ill:
But it’s conducts
Wee slight, and leave this Load starre cleare,
By Ignis Fatuus our course to steere.
The subterraneous Mole,
And scarabye,
(This loves the doung, that the darke hole)
True Emblemes bee
Of humane nature; but that Man’s an Eagle,
Whom nor the world, nor pleasures can inveigle.
(Ralph Knevet)
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