$B$ ut here are colours red and white, $E$ ach line, and each proportion right; $T$ hese lines, this red and whitenesse, $H$ aue wanting yet a life and light, $A$ maiestie, and brightnesse. $R$ ude counterfeit, I then did erre, $E$ uen now when I would needs inferre $G$ reat boldnesse in thy maker; $I$ did mistake, he was not bold, $N$ or durst his eyes her eyes behold: $A$ nd this made him mistake her. HYMNE XIII. OF HER MINDE. $E$ arth, now adiew, my rauisht thought $L$ ifted to Heau'n sets thee at nought; $I$ nfinite is my longing, $S$ ecrets of angels to be taught, $A$ nd things to Heau'n belonging. $B$ rought downe from heau'n of angels kind, $E$ uen now doe I admire her _mind_; $T$ his is my contemplation, $H$ er cleare sweet spirit, which is refin'd $A$ boue humane _creation_. $R$ ich sun-beame of th' Æternall light, $E$ xcellent _Soule_, how shall I wright?[174] $G$ ood angels make me able; $I$ cannot see but by your eye, $N$ or, but by your tongue, signifie $A$ thing so admirable. [Footnote 174: = write. G.] HYMNE XIIII. OF THE SUN-BEAMES OF HER MIND. $E$ xceeding glorious is the starre, $L$ et vs behold her beames afarre $I$ n a side line reflected; $S$ ight bears them not, when neere they are, $A$ nd in right lines directed. $B$ ehold her in her vertues' beames, $E$ xtending sun-like to all realmes; $T$ he sunne none viewes too neerly: $H$ er well of goodnes in these streames, $A$ ppeares right well and clearely. $R$ adiant vertues, if your light $E$ nfeeble the best iudgement's sight, $G$ reat splendor aboue measure $I$ s in the _mind_ from whence you flow; $N$ o wit may haue accesse to know, $A$ nd view so bright a treasure. HYMNE XV. OF HER WIT. $E$ ye of that mind most quicke and cleere,-- $L$ ike Heauen's eye, which from his spheare $I$ nto all things prieth; $S$ ees through all things euery where, $A$ nd all their natures trieth. $B$ right image of an angel's wit, $E$ xceeding sharpe and swift like it, $T$ hings instantly discerning; $H$ auing a nature infinit, $A$ nd yet increas'd by learning. $R$ ebound vpon thy selfe thy light, $E$ nioy thine own sweet precious sight $G$ iue us but some reflection; $I$ t is enough for vs if we $N$ ow in her speech, now policie, $A$ dmire thine high perfection. HYMNE XVI. OF HER WILL. $E$ uer well affected _will_, $L$ ouing _goodnesse_, loathing _ill_, $I$ nestimable treasure! $S$ ince such a power hath power to spill,[175] $A$ nd save vs at her pleasure. $B$ e thou our law, sweet _will_, and say $E$ uen what thou wilt, we will obay $T$ his law, if I could reade it; $H$ erein would I spend night and day, $A$ nd study still to plead it.