B y instruments, her powers appear E xceedingly well tuned and clear! T his Lute is still in measure, H olds still in tune, even like a sphere, A nd yields the world sweet pleasure! R esolve me, Muse! how this thing is? E ver a body like to this, G ave heaven to earthly creature? I am but fond this doubt to make! N o doubt, the angels, bodies take A bove our common nature! HYMN XX. _Of the Passions of her Heart._ E XAMINE not th' inscrutable Heart, L ight Muse! of Her, though She in part I mpart it to the subject! S earch not! although from heaven thou art! A nd this a heavenly object. B ut since She hath a heart, we know E ver some Passions thence do flow, T hough ever ruled with honour. H er judgement reigns! They wait below, A nd fix their eyes upon her! R ectified so, they, in their kind, E ncrease each virtue of her Mind, G overned with mild tranquility. I n all the regions under heaven, N o State doth bear itself so even, A nd with so sweet facility. HYMN XXI. _Of the innumerable Virtues of her Mind._ E RE thou proceed in these sweet pains, L earn Muse! how many drops it rains I n cold and moist December! S um up May flowers! and August's grains! A nd grapes of mild September! B ear the sea's sand in Memory! E arth's grasses! and the stars in sky! T he little moats, which mounted H ang in the beams of PHŒBUS' eye, A nd never can be counted! R ecount these numbers, numberless, E re thou, her virtue canst express! G reat wits, this count will cumber! I nstruct thyself in numbering schools! N ow Courtiers use to beg for fools; A ll such as cannot number. HYMN XXII. _Of her Wisdom._ E AGLE-eyed Wisdom! Life's loadstar! L ooking near, on things afar! I OVE's best beloved daughter! S hews to her spirit all that are! A s JOVE himself hath taught her. B y this straight rule, She rectifies E ach thought, that in her heart doth rise; T his is her clear true Mirror! H er Looking Glass, wherein She spies A ll forms of Truth and Error. R ight Princely virtue, fit to reign! E nthronised in her spirit remain, G uiding our fortunes ever! I f we this Star once cease to see; N o doubt our State will shipwrecked be, A nd torn and sunk for ever. HYMN XXIII. _Of her Justice._ E XILED ASTRÆA is come again! L o here She doth all things maintain I n number, weight, and measure! S he rules us, with delightful pain, A nd we obey with pleasure! B y Love, She rules more than by Law! E ven her great Mercy breedeth awe; T his is her sword and sceptre! H erewith She hearts did ever draw, A nd this guard ever kept her.