The Epitome

1.

As in a cave,
 Where darkness justles out the day,
But yet doth give
Some small admission to one feeble ray,
Some of all species do distinctly play.

2.

Just even thou,
 Whom wonder hath not fully clear'd,
Thyself dost shew,
That in thy little chaos all's enspher'd,
And though abridg'd, yet in full greatness rear'd.
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