uncomprehensive

Is that a wonder ?
The providence that’s in a watchful state
Knows almost every grain of Pluto’s gold ,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deep ,
Keeps place with thought and almost , like the gods ,
Do thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles .
There is a mystery — with whom relation
Durst never meddle — in the soul of state ,
Which hath an operation more divine
Than breath or pen can give expressure to .
All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours as yours , my lord ;
And better would it fit Achilles much
To throw down Hector than Polyxena .
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home
When Fame shall in our islands sound her trump ,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing
Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win ,
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him .
Farewell , my lord . I as your lover speak .
The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break .