HYMNE XV.
Of her Wit.
E ye of that mind most quicke and cleere,—
L ike Heauen's eye, which from his spheare
I nto all things prieth;
S ees through all things euery where,
A nd all their natures trieth.
B right image of an angel's wit,
E xceeding sharpe and swift like it,
T hings instantly discerning;
H auing a nature infinit,
A nd yet increas'd by learning.
R ebound vpon thy selfe thy light,
E nioy thine own sweet precious sight
G iue us but some reflection;
I t is enough for vs if we
N ow in her speech, now policie,
A dmire thine high perfection.
HYMNE XVI.
Of her Will.
E uer well affected will,
L ouing goodnesse, loathing ill,
I nestimable treasure!
S ince such a power hath power to spill,[175]
A nd save vs at her pleasure.
B e thou our law, sweet will, and say
E uen what thou wilt, we will obay
T his law, if I could reade it;
H erein would I spend night and day,
A nd study still to plead it.