For to Man's Soul, these only proper be!
For on the earth, no other wights there are,
Which have these heavenly powers, but only
The Wit or Understanding.
The Wit (the pupil of the Soul's clear eye!
And in Man's world, th'only shining star!)
Looks in the Mirror of the Phantasy,
Where all the gatherings of the senses are
From thence this Power, the Shapes of things abstracts,