Part I.The Existence Of Moral Evil, Or Sin, Consistent With The Holiness Of God.[pg 032]What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,To make all things such as we now behold,It seems that he before his eyes had plastA goodly patterne, to whose perfect mouldHe fashion'd them as comely as he could,That now so fair and seemly they appear,As naught may be amended anywhere.That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,Whether in earth laid up in secret store,Or else in heav'n, that no man may it seeWith sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.[pg 033]
Part I.The Existence Of Moral Evil, Or Sin, Consistent With The Holiness Of God.[pg 032]What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,To make all things such as we now behold,It seems that he before his eyes had plastA goodly patterne, to whose perfect mouldHe fashion'd them as comely as he could,That now so fair and seemly they appear,As naught may be amended anywhere.That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,Whether in earth laid up in secret store,Or else in heav'n, that no man may it seeWith sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.[pg 033]
Part I.The Existence Of Moral Evil, Or Sin, Consistent With The Holiness Of God.[pg 032]What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,To make all things such as we now behold,It seems that he before his eyes had plastA goodly patterne, to whose perfect mouldHe fashion'd them as comely as he could,That now so fair and seemly they appear,As naught may be amended anywhere.That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,Whether in earth laid up in secret store,Or else in heav'n, that no man may it seeWith sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.[pg 033]
What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,To make all things such as we now behold,It seems that he before his eyes had plastA goodly patterne, to whose perfect mouldHe fashion'd them as comely as he could,That now so fair and seemly they appear,As naught may be amended anywhere.That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,Whether in earth laid up in secret store,Or else in heav'n, that no man may it seeWith sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.
What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,To make all things such as we now behold,It seems that he before his eyes had plastA goodly patterne, to whose perfect mouldHe fashion'd them as comely as he could,That now so fair and seemly they appear,As naught may be amended anywhere.
What Time this World's great Workmaister did cast,
To make all things such as we now behold,
It seems that he before his eyes had plast
A goodly patterne, to whose perfect mould
He fashion'd them as comely as he could,
That now so fair and seemly they appear,
As naught may be amended anywhere.
That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,Whether in earth laid up in secret store,Or else in heav'n, that no man may it seeWith sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.
That wondrous patterne, wheresoe'er it be,
Whether in earth laid up in secret store,
Or else in heav'n, that no man may it see
With sinful eyes, for feare it to deflore,
Is perfect Beautie.—Spenser.