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Vaticinant. The soul is said to be in a vaticinant or parturient condition, when she hath some kind of sense and hovering knowledge of a thing, but yet cannot distinctly and fully, and commandingly represent it to her self, cannot plainly apprehend, much lesse comprehend the matter. The phrase is borrowed of Proclus, who describing the incomprehensiblenese of God, and the desire of all things towards him, speaks thus; Ἄγνωστον γὰρ ὂν ποθεῖ τὰ ὄντα τὸ ἐφετὸν τοῦτο καὶ ἄληπτον, μήτε οῦν γνῶναι μήτε ἑλεῖν ὁ ποθεῖ, δυνάμενα, περὶ αὐτὸ πάντα χορεύει καὶ ὠδίνει μὲν αὐτὸ καὶ οἷον ἀπομαντεύεται. Theolog. Platon. lib. 1. cap. 21. See Psychathan. lib. 3. cant. 3. stanz. 12. & 14.

The Philosophers Devotion.

Sing aloud his praise rehearse Who hath made the Universe. He the boundlesse Heavens has spread All the vitall Orbs has kned; He that on Olympus high Tends his flocks with watchfull eye, And this eye has multiplide Midst each flock for so reside. Thus as round about they stray Toucheth each with out-stretch’d ray, Nimbly they hold on their way, Shaping out their Night and Day. Never slack they; none respires, Dancing round their Centrall fires. In due order as they move Echo’s sweet be gently drove Thorough Heavens vast Hollownesse, Which unto all corners presse: Musick that the heart of Jove Moves to joy and sportfull love; Fills the listning saylers eares Riding on the wandering Sphears. Neither Speech nor Language is Where their voice is not transmisse. God is Good, is Wise, is Strong, Witnesse all the creature-throng, Is confess’d by every Tongue. All things back from whence they sprong, As the thankfull Rivers pay What they borrowed of the Sea. Now my self I do resigne, Take me whole I all am thine. Save me, God! from Self-desire, Deaths pit, dark Hells raging fire, Envy, Hatred, Vengeance, Ire. Let not Lust my soul bemire. Quit from these thy praise I’ll sing, Loudly sweep the trembling string. Bear a part, O Wisdomes sonnes! Free’d from vain Relligions. Lo! from farre I you salute, Sweetly warbling on my Lute. Indie, Egypt, Arabie, Asia, Greece, and Tartarie, Carmel-tracts, and Lebanon With the Mountains of the Moon, from whence muddie Nile doth runne, Or whereever else you won; Breathing in one vitall aire, One we are though distant farre. Rise at once lett’s sacrifice Odours sweet perfume the skies. See how Heavenly lightning fires Hearts inflam’d with high aspires! All the substance of our souls Up in clouds of Incense rolls. Leave we nothing to our selves Save a voice, what need we els! Or an hand to wear and tire On the thankfull Lute or Lyre. Sing aloud his praise rehearse Who hath made the Universe.