R ecount these numbers numberlesse,[178]
E re thou her vertue canst expresse,
G reat wits this count will, cumber.
I nstruct thy selfe in numbring Schooles;
N ow courtiers vse to begge for fooles,
A ll such as cannot number.
HYMNE XXII.
Of her Wisdome.
E [a]gle-eyed Wisdome, life's loadstarre,
L ooking neere on things afarre;
I oue's best beloued daughter,
S howes to her spirit all[179] that are,
A s Ioue himselfe hath taught her.
B y this straight rule she rectifies
E ach thought that in [her] heart doth rise:
T his is her cleane true mirror,
H er looking-glasse, wherein she spies
A [ll] forms of Truth and Error.
R ight princely vertue fit to raigne,
E nthroniz'd in her spirit remaine,
G uiding our fortunes euer;
I f we this starre once cease to see,
N o doubt our State will shipwrackt bee,
A nd torne and sunke for euer.
HYMNE XXIII.
Of her Justice.