_Then why should Reason judge that reasonless Which is Wit's Offspring, and the work of Art, Image of Concord, and of Comeliness? Who sees a clock moving in every part, A sailing pinnace, or a wheeling cart, But thinks that Reason, ere it came to pass, The first impulsive cause and mover was?_ 116. _Who sees an army all in rank advance, But deems a wise Commander is in place, Which leadeth on that brave victorious dance? Much more in Dancing's Art, in Dancing's grace, Blindness itself may Reason's footsteps trace; For of Love's Maze it is the curious plot, And of Man's Fellowship the true-love knot._ 117. _But if these eyes of yours (Loadstars of Love! Shewing the world's great Dance to your mind's eye) Cannot, with all their demonstrations, move Kind apprehension in your Phantasy Of Dancing's virtue and nobility; How can my barbarous tongue win you thereto, Which heaven's and earth's fair speech could never do?_ 118. _O LOVE! my King! If all my Wit and power Have done you all the service that they can; O be you present, in this present hour, And help your servant and your true liegeman! End that persuasion, which I erst began! For who in praise of Dancing can persuade With such sweet force, as LOVE, which Dancing made?_ 119. LOVE heard his prayer; and swifter than the wind, (Like to a page in habit, face, and speech), He came; and stood ANTINOUS behind, And many secrets of his thoughts did teach. At last a crystal Mirror he did reach Unto his hands, that he with one rash view All forms therein by LOVE'S revealing knew. 120. And humbly honouring, gave it to the Queen, With this fair speech, _See, fairest Queen!_ quoth he, _The fairest sight that ever shall be seen, And th' only wonder of posterity! The richest work in Nature's treasury! Which she disdains to shew on this world's stage, And thinks it far too good for our rude age._ 121. _But in another world, divided far, In the great fortunate triangled Isle, Thrice twelve degrees removed from the North Star, She will this glorious Workmanship compile, Which she hath been conceiving all this while Since the world's birth; and will bring forth at last, When six and twenty hundred years are past._ 122. PENELOPE the Queen, when she had viewed The strange eye-dazzling admirable sight, Fain would have praised the State and Pulchritude; But she was stricken dumb with wonder quite, Yet her sweet mind retained her thinking might. Her ravished mind in heavenly thoughts did dwell; But what she thought, no mortal tongue can tell. 123.