v. 20. 21. See
1 Cor. chap. 15, v. 45, 46. In brief therefore, that which in Platonisme
is +nous+, is in Scripture +pneuma+; what +sarx+ in one, +to therion+,
the brute or beast in the other, +psuche+ the same in both.

_Self-reduplicative._ See _Reduplicative_.

T

_Tricentreitie._ Centre is put for essence, so _Tricentreitie_ must
implie a trinitie of essence. See _Centre_, and _Energie_.

V

_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; +Agnoston gar on pothei ta onta to epheton touto kai
alepton, mete oun gnonai mete helein ho pothei, dunamena, peri auto
panta choreuei kai odinei men auto kai hoion apomanteuetai.+ _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 trembl