Who can doubt Rice to which Eternall place
Thy soule is fledd, that did but know thy face?
Whose body was soe light, it might have gone
To Heav'ne without a Resurrection.
Indeed thou wert all Type ; thy Limmes were signes,
Thy Arteryes but Mathematicke lines ;
As if two soules had made thy compound good,
Which both should live by faith , and none by bloud .