But oft when men fear most, itself doth feel
In happiest plight conjoin’d with that great Sun
Of lasting blisse, that doth himself reveal
More fully then, by that close union,
Though men, that misse her here, do think her quite undone.”
(I. ii. 8.)
When in the course of his argument he arrives at a discussion of the rational power of the soul, he launches out into a treatment of the vast scope of man’s will and mind which
“should bring forth that live Divinity
Within ourselves, if once God would consent
To shew his specious form and nature eminent: