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continued so long in reputation, because they have
Wherefore, as sir Philip Sidney said of Chaucer,
This very consideration should advance the es. teem of the following poem, wherein are represented the various movements of the mind; which we are as much transported as with the most excellent scenes of passion in Shakespeare, or Fletcher: for in this, as in a mirror (that will not flatter) we see how the soul arbitrates in the un. derstanding upon the various reports of sense, and all the changes of imagination : how compliant the
which are nearer to us than all other things, and yet nothing further from our acquaintance.
But here all the labyrinths and windings of the human frame are laid open: it is seen by what pullies and wheels the work is carried on, as plainly as if a window were opened into our breast: for it is the work of God alone to create a mind. The next to this is to show how its operations are performed.
To that clear majesty which in the north
Doth, like another Sun, in glory rise, (worth; Which standeth fix'd, yet spreads her heav'nly
Loadstone to hearts, and loadstar to all eyes.
Like Heav’n in all, like Earth to this alone,
That through great states by her support do Yet she herself supported is of none, (stand;
But by the finger of th’ Almighty's hand.
To the divinest and the richest mind,
Both by Art's purchase, and by Nature's dow'r, That ever was from Heaven to Earth confin'd,
To show the utmost of a creature's pow'r:
To that great spring, which doth great kingdoms
(streams, The sacred spring, whence right and honour Distilling virtue, shedding peace and love,
In every place, as Cynthia sheds her beams :
I offer up some sparkles of that fire,
Whereby we reason, live, and move, and be,
Which makes them now to such a highness flee.
Fair soul, since to the fairest body join’d,
You give such lively life, such quick’ning pow'r; And influence of such celestial kind,
As keeps it still in youth's immortal flower:
As where the sun is present all the year,
And never doth retire his golden ray,
And every season like the month of May.
0! many, many years may you remain
A happy angel to this happy land:
Ere you in Heaven a glorious angel stand.
Stay long (sweet spirit) ere thou to Heaven depart,
Her majesty's devoted subject
July 11, 1592.