On vain Projectors

No mortal Man can limit or restrain,
The boundless fansies of another's brain;
But may such Fetters on his own Thoughts lay,
As will keep them from wandring much astray;
But naturally, Men add wings to try,
How high their vain ambitious Hearts can fly,
Until like Icarus, their waxen Wings
Do melt, and all their hopes to ruin brings.
But when our Souls do with Angellick Love
Soar high; they will Celest'al joys improve
To flaming Zeal, and raise our hearts so high;
As will discern our Immortality.