Hymne XX: Of the Passions of her Heart

Examine not th'inscrutable Hart,
Light Muse of her, though she in part
Impart it to the Subiect;
Search not, although from heau'n thou art,
And this an Heauenly obiect.

But since she hath a hart, we know
Euer some passions thence do flow,
Though euer rul'd with Honor;
Her Iudgement raignes, they waite below,
And fixe their eyes vpon her.

Rectified so, they in their kind
Encrease each Vertue of her mind,
Gouern'd with mild tranquillitie;
In all the Regions vnder Heau'n,
No State doth beare it selfe so euen,
And with so sweet facilitie.