What can we know, or what can we discern,When error chokes the windows of the mind,The diverse forms of things, how can we learn,That have been ever from our birthday blind?
Much like a subtle spider which doth sitIn middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,She feels it instantly on every side.John Davies
Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared beenTo public feasts, where meet a public rout,—Where they that are without would fain go in,And they that are within would fain go out.John Davies
'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out. 2John Davies
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?John Davies