CHAPTER VII.

When I myself from mine own self do quit,

And each thing else; then all-spreaden love

To the vast Universe my soul doth fit,

Makes me half equall to all-seeing Jove.

My mighty wings high stretch’d then clapping light,

I brush the stars and make them shine more bright.

Then all the works of God with close embrace

I dearly hug in my enlarged arms,

All the hid pathes of heavenly love I trace,