O by what Name, for thou above all these, Above mankinde, or aught then mankinde higher, Surpassest farr my naming, how may I Adore thee, Author of this Universe, And all this good to man, for whose well being So amply, and with hands so liberal Thou hast provided all things: but with mee I see not who partakes.

In solitude What happiness, who can enjoy alone, Or all enjoying, what contentment find?
Thus I presumptuous; and the vision bright, As with a smile more bright'nd, thus repli'd.

What call'st thou solitude, is not the Earth With various living creatures, and the Aire Replenisht, and all these at thy command To come and play before thee, know'st thou not Thir language and thir wayes, they also know, And reason not contemptibly; with these Find pastime, and beare rule; thy Realm is large.

So spake the Universal Lord, and seem'd So ordering.

I with leave of speech implor'd, And humble deprecation thus repli'd.