Nor like the spirits about the heart or brain,
Nor like those spirits which alchemists do find,
When they, in everything, seek gold, in vain.
For She, all natures under heaven doth pass;
Being like those spirits, which GOD's bright face do see,
Or like Himself! whose Image once She was,
Though now, alas, She scarce his Shadow be.
Yet of the forms, She holds the first degree,
That are to gross material bodies knit;
Yet She herself is bodiless and free,