Well may my Book come forth like Publique Day When such a Light as You are leads the way: Who are my Works Creator, and alone The Flame of it, and the Expansion. And look how all those heavenly Lamps acquire Light from the Sun, that inexhausted Fire: So all my Morne, and Evening Stars from You Have their Existence, and their Influence too. Full is my Book of Glories; but all These By You become Immortall Substances. For these Transgressions which thou here dost see, Condemne the Printer, Reader, and not me Who gave him forth good Grain, though he mistook The see; so sow'd these Tares throughout my book. |