“My God, I heard this day That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein. What house more stately hath there been, Or can be, than is Man? to whose creation All things are in decay. “Man is all symmetry Full of proportions, one limb to another, And all to all the world besides; Each part may call the farthest brother, For head with foot hath private amity, And both with moons and tides. “For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow: Nothing we see but means our good As our delight or as our treasure, The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure. “Since then, my God, thou hast So brave a palace built. Oh, dwell in it, That it may dwell with thee at last! Till then afford us so much wit That as the world serves us, we may serve thee And both thy servants be.”