WEIGHING the stedfastness and state 
Of some mean things which here below reside, 
Where birds like watchful Clocks the noiseless date 
And Intercourse of times divide, 
Where Bees at night get home and hive, and flowrs 
Early, aswel as late, 
Rise with the Sun, and set in the same bowrs; 
I would (said I) my God would give 
The staidness of these things to man! for these 
To his divine appointments ever cleave,  
And no new business breaks their peace; 
The birds nor sow, nor reap, yet sup and dine, 
The flowres without clothes live, 
Yet Solomon was never drest so fine. 
Man hath stil either toyes, or Care, 
He hath no root, nor to one place is ty'd, 
But ever restless and Irregular 
About this Earth doth run and ride, 
He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where, 
He sayes it is so far  
That he hath quite forgot how to go there. 
He knocks at all doors, strays and roams, 
Nay hath not so much wit as some stones have 
Which in the darkest nights point to their homes, 
By some hid sense their Maker gave;  
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest 
And passage through these looms 
God order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest.

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