I
Ye brisk, divine and living things,
Ye great exemplars, and ye heavenly springs,
Which I within me see;
Ye machines great,
Which in my spirit God did seat,
Ye engines of felicity;
Ye wondrous fabrics of His hands,
Who all possesseth that He understands;
That ye are pent within my breast,
Yet rove at large from East to West,
And are invisible, yet infinite,
Is my transcendent and my best delight.