See how heavenly lightning fires
Hearts inflamed with high aspires!
All the substance of our souls
Up in clouds of incense rolls.
Leave we nothing to ourselves
Save a voice--what need we else!
Or an hand to wear and tire
On the thankful lute or lyre!

Sing aloud!--His praise rehearse
Who hath made the universe.

In this _Philosopher's Devotion_ he has clearly imitated one of those
psalms of George Sandys which I have given.


CHARITY AND HUMILITY.

Far have I clambered in my mind,
But nought so great as love I find:
Deep-searching wit, mount-moving might,
Are nought compared to that good sprite.
Life of delight and soul of bliss!
Sure source of lasting happiness!
Higher than heaven! lower than hell!
What is thy tent? Where may'st thou dwell?

"My mansion hight _Humility_, _is named._
Heaven's vastest capability.
The further it doth downward tend,