Of the Last Verses in the Book

When we for Age could neither read nor write, The Subject made us able to indite. The Soul, with Nobler Resolutions deckt, The Body stooping, does Herself erect: No Mortal Parts are requisite to raise Her, that Unbody’d can her… Read More ›

Nox nocti indicat scientiam

WHEN I survey the bright Cœlestiall spheare: So rich with jewels hung, that night Doth like an Æthiop bride appear, My soule her wings doth spread And heaven-ward flies, Th’ Almighty’s Mysteries to read In the large volumes of the… Read More ›