IV

Great Destiny the Commissary of God,
That hast mark'd out a path and period
For every thing; who, where wee of-spring tooke,
Our wayes and ends seest at one instant; Thou
Knot of all causes, thou whose changelesse brow
Ne'r smiles nor frownes, 0 vouch thou safe to looke
And shew my story, in thy etemall booke:
That (if my prayer be fit) I may'understand
So much mv selfe, as to know with what hand,
    How scant, or liberall this my lifes race is spand.