Long since, the sacred _Hebrew Lyrick_ sayd, (A Truth, which never justly was denayd) That, _All the world is God’s_; and that his _hands_ Enclose the limits of the farthest _Lands_. The selfe same _Truth_ affirmes, that likewise, there, By him, their _clodds_, and _furrowes_ warred are, And, that with _dewes_ and _showres_, he doth so blesse The dwellings of the barren _Wildernesse_, That, those Inhabitants (whom some conceiv’d, Of usefull, and all pleasant things bereav’d) Their labors, with advantage, doe employ, And, fetch their yearely _Harvests_ home, with joy. Why then should wee, that in God’s _Vineyard_ live, Distrust that all things needfull hee will give? Why should his _Garden_ doubt of what it needs, Since hee oft waters barren _Rocks_ and _Weeds_? Why should his _Children_, live in slavish feare, Since hee is kind to those that strangers are? Or, whither from his presence, can we flie, To whom the furthest _hiding-place_ is nigh. And, if I may, from lower objects clime, (To questioning, in matters more sublime) Why should I thinke, the _Soule_ shall not bee fed, Where God affoords, to _Flesh_, her _daily Bread_? Or, dreame, that hee, for some, provided none, Because, on us, much _Mercie_ is bestowne? 'Tis true enough, that _Hell_ devoureth all, Who shall be found without the _Churches_ pale; But, how farre that extends, no Eye can see, Since, _in Gods hands, Earth’s farthest Corners bee_. _By seeming other than thou art, Thou dost performe a foolish part._ [Illustration: QUOD NON ES NE VIDEARE CAVE. ILLVSTR. III. _Book. 4_]