Weigh me the fire; or, canst thou find
A way to measure out the wind;
Distinguish all those floods that are
Mixt in that watrie theater;
And tast thou them as saltlesse there,
As in their channell first they were;
Tell me the people that do keep
Within the kingdomes of the deep;
Or fetch me back that cloude againe,
Beshiver'd into seeds of raine;
Tell me the motes, dust, sands, and speares
Of corn, when summer shakes his eares;
Shew me that world of starres, and whence
They noiselesse spill their influence;
This if thou canst, then shew me Him
That rides the glorious Cherubim.