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Verses in commendations of the worke.
MAn for the glory of his Maker made,
Must with his first and best of powers inuade.
That sacred office; and it so fulfill,
As him to serue, who doth preserue him still.
The limits of this iust circumference,
Kept with a faire and iust obedience:
The Store-house of Gods treasure open stands,
And with his goods fils our vnworthy hands.
These riches iointly striue to satisfie;
Some our delight. some our necessity.
Pleasure it selfe hath still vnchidden stood,
To them allow'd as good, whose selues are good;
Loue to our Countreys publicke wellfare showne,
Without neglect of our domesticke owne.
Delights may lawfull seeme; faire mirth and glee,
If sinne and error separated be.
Mongst all those pleasures appro••ation haue,
To which wise Nature inclination gaue:
Art made the Die, an instrument of chaunce;
Art painted papers, that made purses daunce:
But to the Hound or Spanniell Nature sends,
A diff'rent vigour; that the one intends:
To hunt the light-foote beast; the other striues
To spring the winged fowle: and them retriues.
Art serues; but Nature is the powerfull Queene
By which all things giuen or inclined beene.
Seeing a fowle high mounted; he that now
Would bring me forth a bird, and tell me how
To make this catch, that other to my vse:
Had I not knowne this, I should strangely muse:
And thinke, his newes iuggled with shew of fairenes;
Or being done, admire it for the rarenes.
They from whose eyes these things blind ignorance sunders,
May well admit them place mong'st the worlds wonders.
To make the Haggard tame vnto your fist,
To come, to goe, to doe euen what you lift.
And when beyond a mountaines height shee's flowne,