soluta ejus opera imaginari: sed e contra caveamus, ne si quos forte
limites nobis non certo cognitos, in ipsis supponamus, non satis
magnifice de creatoris potentia sentire videamur._

_Alterum, ut etiam caveamus, ne nimis superbe de nobis ipsis sentiamus.
Quod fieret non modo, si quos limites nobis nulla cognitos ratione, nec
divina revelatione, mundo vellemus affingere, tanquam si vis nostra
cogitationis, ultra id quod a Deo revera factum est ferri posset; sed
etiam maxime, si res omnes propter nos solos, ab illo creatas esse
fingeremus. =Renatus DesCartes in his Princip. Philosoph. the third
part.=_

THE ARGUMENT.

_'Gainst boundlesse time th' objections made,
And wast infinity
Of worlds, are with new reasons weigh'd,
Mens judgements are left free._

1

Hence, hence unhallowed ears and hearts more hard
Then Winter clods fast froze with Northern wind.
But most of all, foul tongue I thee discard
That blamest all that thy dark strait'ned mind,
Can not conceive: But that no blame thou find;
What e're my pregnant Muse brings forth to light,
She'l not acknowledge to be of her kind,
Till Eagle-like she turn them to the sight
Of the eternall Word all deckt with glory bright.

2

Strange sights do straggle in my restlesse thoughts,
And lively forms with orient colours clad
Walk in my boundlesse mind, as men ybrought
Into some spacious room, who when they've had
A turn or two, go out, although unbad.
All these I see and know, but entertain
None to my friend but who's most sober sad;
Although the time my roof doth them contain
Their pretence doth possesse me till they out again.

3

And thus possest in silver trump I found
Their guise, their shape, their gesture and array.
But as in silver trumpet nought is found
When once the piercing sound is past away,
(Though while the mighty blast therein did stay,
Its tearing noise so terribly did shrill,
That it the heavens did shake, and earth dismay)
As empty I of what my flowing quill
In heedlesse hast elswhere, or here, may hap to spill.

4

For 'tis of force and not of a set will.
Ne dare my wary mind afford assent
To what is plac'd above all mortall skill.
But yet our various thoughts to represent
Each gentle wight will deem of good intent.
Wherefore with leave th' infinitie I'll sing
Of time, Of S