Other Sonnets vpon other Subiects, 1

IF in a three-square Glasse, as thick, as cleare,
(Be'ing but dark Earth, though made Diaphanall)
Beauties diuine, that rauish Sence, appeare,
Making the Soule, with ioy, in Trance to fall,
What then, my Soule, shalt thou in Heau'n behold,
In that cleare Mirror of the TRINITY?
What? ô It were not THAT, could it be told:
For, tis a glorious, yet dark Mistery!
It is THAT which is furthest from description;
Whose beaming-beauty's more then infinite..
It's Glories Monument, whose Superscription
Is, Here lies LIGHT, alone indefinite!
Then, ô Light, limitlesse, let me (poore me)
Still liue obscure, so I ay still see Thee.