Hymne XXII: Of her Wisedome

Egle-eyed Wisedome, lifes Loadstarre,
Looking neare on things a farre;
Ioues best beloued daughter,
Showes to her Spirit all things that are,
As loue himselfe hath taught her.

By this straight Rule she rectifies
Each thought that in her hart doth rise:
This is her cleare true mirror
Her looking glasse, wherein she spies
All formes of Truth and Error.

Right princely Vertue, fit to raigne,
Enthroniz'd in her Spirit remaine,
Guiding our fortunes euer;
If we this Starre once cease to see,
No doubt our State will Ship-wrackt be,
And torne and sunke for euer.