The Fallacy of the outward Man

Are we awake, or doe our eyes
Only wi'th'Glow-worme sympathize
To light the Pismire to his bed
When He through toyle and Labours wearied?

Doth not the Banke of moss apeer
Crispt up in moon-shin farr more clear
When Argos-eyd with many a Mite
It waites upon the Goddes of the night?

Have not the wanton Fairy Elves
Their torchbearers light as Themselves
That with our fancies sport and play
Untill they lead us quite out of the way?

Cannot a Spangle, Pin, or Bead
By Candlelight int'error lead
And representing Treasure claim
A stooping to the Matt, or Bord for th'same

'Tis from noe Other, but from hence
That whilst alone with th'outward sence
We doe behowld and not with minde
We are asleep, or we are blind.

Awake and See: Let Sin noe more
Lock up the window and the Dore
To thy fair apprehention (Soule)
But by His owne alurements Him Controwle

Let His falce Treasure, Vapour, Sparke
Of Canded dew, shine in the darke
And the bejeweld worme eschew
The morn, least that Her Diamonds prove untrue

But lett Thy Luster Foyle-less be
And soe present the Day to thee
Lett Sparkes of Grace, and Truths light steer
Thee to Contemplat thy Lord Treasurer

Who not on bords or Matts did lie
But did In-Stall Humilety
Whilst in the chambers of the Inn
One spies a Bead, an other sees a Pin

He is the Light which doth convaygh
All wisemen to th'Eternall Day
Whilst fooles by falce illutians fier
As in the dark slip into dirt and Mire

'Twas He alone; whose wounded Side
And Hands and Feet are Glorefide
Whilst Potentates with Jewells hunge
But barren Moss bankes are; and filthy dunge

Noe Sweat, noe Travail, nor noe Pain
Did His love shun, to win again
Thee that wert Lost. His Mercys shon
Farr above th'glance of truest Diamon

Wherfore if Thou make use of this
Wormes love, to raise Thy thoughts to His
If with industrious care Thou bring
Home to Thyself His suffering
If, by reflection Thou returne
Sithinges unfaignd, for Siths, and burne
In Zeal: noe falsefide delight
Can e're deprive Thee of thy sight
But with the eye of faith thou maist behowld
A Crown immortall prizd 'bove purest Gould.