Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

Where all life dies death lives.

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.