She is a Star, whose beams do not proceed
From any sun, but from a native light.
That the Soul hath a proper operation, without the Body.
For when She sorts things present with the past,
And thereby things to come doth oft foresee;
When She doth doubt at first, and choose at last:
These acts her own, without the Body, be.
When of the dew, which the Eye and Ear do take,
From flowers abroad, and bring into the brain;
She doth, within, both wax and honey make: