Where some things good, and some things ill do seem,
And neutral some in her Phantastic eye.
This busy power is working day and night,
For when the outward senses rest do take;
A thousand dreams, phantastical and light,
With fluttering wings, do keep her still awake!
The sensitive Memory.
Yet, always, all may not afore her be;
Successively, she this, and that intends: