LXXVII. Richard Zouche

TO our small Isle of Man some will compare

The world, that greater continent’s hugh frame;

Nor much vnlike, eyther’s perfections are—

Their matter and their mixture both the same:

Whence man’s affection it so much allures,

Sith greatest likenesse greatest love procures.

But if their outward formes we looke vpon,

Wee shall their figures divers plainly see;

For man’s erected tall proportion

To his heav’n-hoping soule doth best agree:

Whereas the world, each way being framed round,

The aptest forme for turning change hath found.

Like Nature’s rarist workmanship, the eye,

The well-contrived instrument of seeing,

Which, by exact and apt rotunditie,

Performes his duty, and preserves his beeing;

Of many curious circling spheres composed,

And orbs within the orbs without inclosed.