So earth falls down, and fire doth mount Who ever ceased to wish when he had above, Till both their proper elements do touch. wealth? Or having wisdom was not vexed in mind? Then as a bee, which among weeds doth | There is she crowned with garlands of This honey tasted still, is ever sweet; Or this fair volume which we World do The pleasure of her ravished thought is such, As almost here she with her bliss doth meet. But when in heaven she shall his essence see, This is her sovereign good, and perfect bliss, Her longings, wishings, hopes, all finished be, Her joys are full, her motions rest in this. name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects, and did it frame, We clear might read the art and wisdom |