Yet the just shines in a light
Faire as noone without a cloud.
Deus Deus Meus. David.
Where is that foole Philosophie,
That bedlam Reason, and that beast dull sence;
Great God! when I consider thee
Omnipotent, Æternall, and imens?
Unmov'd thou didst behold the pride
Of th' Angels, when they to defection fell?