R adiant virtues! if your light E nfeeble the best judgement's sight; G reat splendour above measure I s in the Mind, from whence you flow! N o wit may have access to know A nd view so bright a treasure. HYMN XV. _Of her Wit._ E YE of that Mind most quick and clear, L ike heaven's Eye, which from his sphere, I nto all things pryeth; S ees through all things everywhere, A nd all their natures trieth. B right image of an angel's wit, E xceeding sharp and swift like it, T hings instantly discerning; H aving a nature infinite, A nd yet increased by learning. R ebound upon thyself thy light! E njoy thine own sweet precious sight! G ive us but some reflection! I t is enough for us if we, N ow in her speech, now policy; A dmire thine high perfection! HYMN XVI. _Of her Will._ E VER well affected Will, L oving goodness, loathing ill! I nestimable treasure! S ince such a power hath power to spill, A nd save us, at her pleasure. B e thou our law, sweet Will! and say E ven what thou wilt, we will obey! T his law, if I could read it. H erein would I spend night and day, A nd study still to plead it. R oyal Free Will, and only free! E ach other will is slave to thee! G lad is each will to serve thee! I n thee such princely power is seen; N o spirit but takes thee, for her Queen! A nd thinks she must observe thee! HYMN XVII. _Of her Memory._ E XCELLENT jewels would you see? L ovely ladies! Come with me! I will (for love I owe you) S hew you as rich a treasury A s East or West can shew you! B ehold! (if you can judge of it) E ven that great Storehouse of her Wit! T hat beautiful large table, H er Memory! wherein is writ A ll knowledge admirable. R ead this fair book, and you shall learn E xquisite skill, if you discern; G ain heaven, by this discerning! I n such a memory divine, N ature did form the Muses nine, A nd PALLAS, Queen of Learning. HYMN XVIII. _Of her Phantasy._ E XQUISITE curiosity! L ook on thyself, with judging eye! I f ought be faulty, leave it! S o delicate a Phantasy A s this, will straight perceive it B ecause her temper is so fine, E ndued with harmonies divine; T herefore if discord strike it, H er true proportions do repine, A nd sadly do mislike it. R ight otherwise, a pleasure sweet, E ver she takes in actions meet, G racing with smiles such meetness: I n her fair forehead beams appear, N o Summer's day is half so clear! A dorned with half that sweetness! HYMN XIX. _Of the Organs of her Mind._ E CLIPSED She is, and her bright rays L ie under veils; yet many ways I s her fair form revealed! S he diversely herself conveys, A nd cannot be concealed.