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than befell from! Thou art all in all thou art marrowless, O Well-beloved, no more comparisons between thee and creatures. Hide yourselves, and be confounded, all lower excellencies; be ye silent all creatures when he begins to speak cover your faces, all you little glories and beauties when he doth thew his face; you are vanity compared to him. He is all things. Verily in him dwells all fullness. Thou art not O heaven of heavens worthy to be a footstool for his glorious feet. Infinite worlds created above one another, were low for him to tread upon. What are you men and angels, that you should thus stand beside him? That you should set your head within that world, he is pleased to dwell in? Did he not wonderfully condescend, you might run to the very end of the creation. What is our strength and beauty? On whose legs do we stand? Are we able for one mount to preserve in our integrity without him? Should we not all become deformed in sin? Can he draw into himself what he darts forth? How is the paradise of God planted with goodly trees, blossoming and flourishing with an eternal verdure? but did they not receive sap and life, and all from
