Too narrow, to thinke him, as hee is hee,
85(Our Soules best baiting, and midd-period,
In her long journey, of considering God)
Yet, (no dishonour) I can reach him thus,
As he embrac'd the fires of love, with us.
Oh may I, (since I live) but see, or heare,
90That she-Intelligence which mov'd this spheare,
I pardon Fate, my life: Who ere thou bee,
Which hast the noble conscience, thou art shee,