Man is all symmetry, 

Full of proportions, one limb to another, 

And all to all the world besides; 

Each part may call the farthest, brother; 

For head with foot hath private amity, 

And both with moons and tides.

 

More servants wait on Man

Than he’ll take notice of: in every path

He treads down that which doth befriend him 

When sickness makes him pale and wan. 

Ah, mighty love! Man is one world and hath 

Another to attend him.

 

George Herbert: Man