Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?                 …

Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?                   He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford                   This glorious and transcendent place,                   To be a window, through thy grace.   But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie,                   Making thy life to shine within The holy Preachers; then the light and glorie                   More rev’rend grows, & more doth win:                   Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin.   Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one                   When they combine and mingle, bring A strong regard and aw: but speech alone                   Doth vanish like a flaring thing,                   And in the eare, not conscience ring.