Discourse and judge discreetly, as it ought.
So though the clouds eclipse the Sun's fair light,
Yet from his face they do not take one beam:
So have our eyes their perfect power of sight,
Even when they look into a troubled stream.
Then these defects in Sense's organs be,
Not in the Soul, or in her working might;
She cannot lose her perfect Power to See,
Though mists and clouds do choke her window light.