Taken separately from all substance, and flying with the feathered flock of thoughts,
The idea of a thing hath the nature of its Soul, a separate seeming essence:
Intimately linked to the idea, suggesting many qualities,
The name of a thing hath the nature of its Mind, an intellectual recorder:
And the matter of a thing, concrete, is a Body to the perfect creature,
Compacted three in one, as all things else within the universe.
Nothing canst thou add to them, and nothing take away, for all have these proportions,
The thought, the word, the form, combining in the Thing:
All separate, yet harmonizing well, and mingled each with other,