Shall loose true pleasure: But who gainly strive
Their sinking soul above this bulk to place
Enlarg’d delight they certainly shall find
Unbounded joyes to fill their boundlesse mind.
When I my self from mine own self do quit
And each thing else; then an all-spreaden love
To the vast Universe my soul doth sit
Makes me half equall to all-seeing Jove.
My mighty wings high stretch’d then clapping light
I brush the starres and make them shine more bright.