N or durst his eyes, her eyes behold:
A nd this made him mistake her.
HYMN XIII.
Of her Mind.
E arth, now adieu! My ravished thought
L ifted to heaven, sets thee at nought!
I nfinite is my longing,
S ecrets of angels to be taught,
A nd things to heaven belonging!
B rought down from heaven, of angels' kind,