So that she is by double title thine;
Thou only know’st her nature and her powers,
Her subtile form Thou only canst define.
We that acquaint ourselves with every zone,
And pass the tropics and behold each pole;
When we come home are to ourselves unknown,
And unacquainted still with our own soul.
Davies.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array,