The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Foil
¶ The Foil.
If we could see below
The sphere of vertue, and each shining grace
As plainly as that above doth show;
This were the better skie, the brighter place.
The sphere of vertue, and each shining grace
As plainly as that above doth show;
This were the better skie, the brighter place.
God hath made starres the foil
To set off vertues; griefs to set off sinning:
Yet in this wretched world we toil,
As if grief were not foul, nor vertue winning.
To set off vertues; griefs to set off sinning:
Yet in this wretched world we toil,
As if grief were not foul, nor vertue winning.