The s. Porches to Bethesda

Man is Bethesda and's five sences be
Porches unto that Great Infermery
Wher Divers Cures are needfull, yet not one
Attaind, but through an Angells motion
Grace powred on the hart: Which whoso can
Improve, becommeth strait a perfect Man
But Those who Opportunety Neglect
Must not an other Saving help expect
For as the Crippple thirty eight years lay
And had don more, had not Christ come i'th'way
Soe whilst these powrd out waters we would try
Others step in Prophane their Sanctety.
Lusts both our Ears and Eyes and Pallets charme
Through nostrells and by fingers we doe harme
And 'cause all over leprous and defil'd
We'd faine be cleansd, to health be reconcil'd
Yet cannot get soe soon into this tide
Afford us of that Jordan from Thy side.