Hymne XIX: Of the Organs of her Minde

Eclipsed she is, and her bright rayes
Lie vnder vailes, yet many wayes
Is her faire forme reuealed;
She diuersly her selfe conueyes,
And cannot be concealed.

By Instruments her powers appeare
Exceedingly well tun'd and cleare:
This Lute is still in measure,
Holds still in tune, euen like a spheare,
And yeelds the world sweet pleasure.

Resolue me, Muse, how this thing is,
Euer a bodie like to this
Gaue heau'n to earthly creature?
I am but fond this doubt to make,
No doubt the Angels bodies take,
Aboue our common nature.