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But as the world's Sun doth effect beget

First, the two eyes, which have the secing pow'r,. Diff'rent, in divers places ev'ry day;

Stand as one watchman, spy, or centinel, Here autumn's temperature, there summer's heat; Being plac'd aloft, within the head's bigh tow'r;

Here flow'ry spring-tide, and there winter grey. And though both see, yet both but one thing tell. Here ev'n, there morn; here noon, there day, there These mirrors take into their little space night,

[some dead; The forms of Moon and Sun, and ev'ry star, Melts wax, dries clay, makes flow'rs, some quick, of ev'ry body, and of ev'ry place, Makes the Moor black, the European white;

Which with the world's wide arms embraced are: Th’ American tawny, and th' East Indian red:

Yet their best object, and their noblest use, So in our little world, this soul of ours

Hereafter in another world will be,' Being only one, and to one body tyd,

When God in them shall heav'nly light infuse, Doth use, on divers objects, divers powers ;

That face to face they inay their Maker see. And so are her effects diversify'd.

Here are they guides, which do the body lead,

Which else would stumble in eternal night:

Here in this world they do much knowledge read,

And are the casements which admit most light : THE VEGETATIVE POWER OF THE SOUL.

They are her furthest reaching instrument, HER quick'ning power in ev'ry living part,

Yet they no beams unto their objects send; Doth as a nurse or as a mother serve;

But all the rays are from their objects sent, And doth employ her economic art,

And in the eyes with pointed angles end. And busy care, her household to preserve.

If th' objects be far off, the rays do meet Here she attracts, and there she doth retain ;

In a sharp point, and so things seem but small : There she decocts, and doth the food prepare; If they be near, their rays do spread and fleet, There she distributes it to ev'ry vein,

And make broad points, that things seem great There she expels what she may fitly spare.

withal. This pow'r to Martha may compared be,

Lastly, ujne things to sight required are; Who busy was, the household things to do:

The pow'r to see, the light, the visible thing, Or to a Dryas, living in a tree :

Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, ton far,. For e'en to trees this pow'r is proper too.

Clear space and time, the form distinct to bring. And though the soul may not this pow'r extend | Thus see we how the soul doth nse the eyes, Out of the body, but still use it there;

As instruments of her quick pow'r of sight: She hath a pow'r which she abroad doth send, Hence doth th' arts optic, and fair painting rise ;

Which views and searcheth all things ev'ry where. | Painting, which doch all gentle minds delight.





This power is sense, which from abroad doth bring Now let us hear how she the ears employs :

The colour, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, Their office is, the troubled air to take; The quantity and shape of ev'ry thing

Which in their mazes forms a sound or noise, Within Earth's centre, or Heav'n's circle found. | Whereof herself doth true distinction make.

This pow'r, in parts made fit, fit objects takes;

Yet not the things, but forms of things receives; As when a seal in wax impression makes,

The print therein, but not itself, it leaves.

These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high,

Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft ; And that they may not pierce too violently,

They are delay'd with turns and windings oft.

And though things sensible be numberless,

But only five the sense's organs be;
And in those five, all things their forms express,

Which we can touch, taste, feel, or hear, or see.

For should the voice directly strike the brain,

It would astonish and confuse it much;
Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain,

That it the organ may more gently touch.

These are the windows, through the which she views As streams, which with their winding banks do play,

The light of knowledge, which is life's load-star: 1 Stopp'd by their creeks, run softly through the " And yet while she these spectacles doth use, So in th' ear's labyrinth the voice doth stray, (plain:

Oft worldly things seem greater than they are." And doth with easy motion touch the brain.

This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; Much like a subtle spiders, which doth sit
For e'en the ears of such as have no skill,

In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;
Perceive a discord, and conceive offence;

If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, i And, knowing not what's good, yet find the ill. She feels it instantly on ev'ry side.

And though this sense first gentle music found, By touch, the first pure qualities we learn,
Her proper object is the speech of men;

Which quicken all things, hot, cold, moist, and dry: But that speech chiefly which God's heralds sound, By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern: When their tongues utter what his spirit did pen. By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try.

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This ledger-book lies in the brain behind,
Like Janus' eye, which in his poll was set :

SECTION XXIV. a The layman's tables, storehouse of the mind;

THE INTELLECTUAL POWERS OF THE SOUL. Which doth remember much, and much forget.

But now I have a will, yet want a wit, Here sense's apprehension end doth take;

T'express the working of the wit and will; As when a stone is into water cast,

Which, thougb their root be to the body knit, One circle doth another circle make,

Use not the body, when they use their skill. • Till the last circle touch the bank at last..

These pow'rs the nature of the soul declare,

For to man's soul these only proper be;

For on the Earth no other wights there are

That have these heavenly powers, but only we.

But though the apprehensive pow'r do pause,

The motive virtue then begins to move;
Which in the heart below doth passions cause,


Joy, grief, and fear, and hope, and hate, and love.
These passions have a free commanding might,

The wit, the pupil of the soul's clear eye,

And in man's world the only shining star,
And divers actions in our life do breed;

Looks in the mirrour of the fantasy,
For all acts done without true reason's light,
Do from the passion of the sense proceed.

| Where all the gath'rings of the senses are. 'But since the brain doth lodge the pow'rs of sense,

From thence this pow'r the shapes of things abstracts, How makes it in the heart those passions spring ? |

And them within her passive part receives, The mutual love, the kind intelligence

Which are enlight'ned by that part which acts; Twixt heart and brain, this sympathy doth bring.

And so the forms of single things perceives. From the kind heat, which in the heart doth reign. But after, by discoursing to and fro, The spirits of life do their beginning take;

Anticipating and comparing things, These spirits of life ascending to the brain, make. She doth all universal natures know. When they come there, the spirits of sense do

And all effects into their causes brings. These spirits of sense, in fantasy's high court,

When she rates things, and moves from ground to Judge of the forms of objects, ill or well;

ground, And so they send a good or ill report

The name of reason she obtains by this: Down to the heart, where all affections dwell.

But when by reason she the truth hath found,

And standeth fix'd, she understanding is.
If the report be good, it causeth love,
And longing hope, and well assured joy:

When her assent she lightly doth incline
If it be ill, then doth it hatred move,

To either part, she is opinion's light: And trembling fear, and vexing griefs annoy.

But when she doth by principles define

A certain truth, she hath true judgment's sight. Yet were these natural affections good, (For they which want them, blocks or devils be)

And as from senses, reasoul's work doth spring, If reason in her first perfection stood,

So many reasons understanding gain; That she might Nature's passions rectify.

And many understandings, knowledge bring,

And by much knowledge, wisdom we obtain.

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And yet these sparks grow almost infinite, | Ev'n so the king his magistrates do serve,

Making the world, and all therein, their food; 1 Yet commons feed both magistrates and king : As fire so spreads, as no place holdeth it, | The common's peace the magistrates preserve, Being nourish'd still with new supplies of wood. | By borrow'd pow'r, which from the prince doth

spring And thongh these sparks were almost quench'd with · Yet they whom that just One hath justify'd, (sin, The quick’ning power would be, and so would rest;, Hare them increas'd with heav'nly light within; The sense would not be only, but be well: And like the widow's oil, still multiply'd. But wit's ambition longeth to the best,

For it desires in endless bliss to dwell.


And these three pow'rs three sorts of men do make;

Por some, like plants, their veins do only fill; THE POWER OF WILL, AND RELATION BETWEEN THE WIT | And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take; AND WILL

And some, like angels, do contemplate still. And as this wit should goodness truly know,

Therefore the fables turn'd some men to flow'rs, We have a will, which that true good should And others did with brutish forms invest : choose,

And did of others make celestial pow'rs, Though will do oft (when wit false forms doth show)

Like angels, which still travel, yet still rest. Take ill for good, and good for ill refuse.

Yet these three pow'rs are not three souls, but one; Will puts in practice what the wit deviseth :

"As one and two are both contain 'd in three; Will erer acts, and wit contemplates still: Three being one number by itself alone, And as from wit the pow'r of wisdom riseth,

A shadow of the blessed Trinity. All other virtues daughters are of will.

Ob ! what is man, great Maker of mankind ! Will is the prince, and wit the counsellor,

That thou to him so great respect dost bear! Which doth for common good in council sit ; . That thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind, And when wit is resolv'd, will lends her pow'r ..

Mak’st him a king, and e'en an angel's peer! To execute what is advis'd by wit.

Oh! what a lively life, what heav'nly pow'r, Wit is the mind's chief judge, which dotb control

What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, Of fancy's court the judgments false and vain :

How great, how plentiful, how rich a dow'r Will holds the royal sceptre in the soul,

Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire! And on the passions of the heart doth reign.

Thou leav'st thy print in other works of thine; Will is as free as any emperor,

But thy wbole image thou in man hast writ: Naught can restrain her gentle liberty:

There cannot be a creature more divine, No tyrant, por no torment hath the pow'r

Except (like thee) it should be infinite ! To make us will, when we unwilling be.

But it exceeds man's thought, to think how high

God hath rais'd man, since God a man became :

The angels do admire this mystery,

And are astonish'd when they view the same. To these high pow'rs a store-house doth pertain, Nor hath he giv'n these blessings for a day,

Where they all arts and gen'ral reasons lay; Nor made them on the body's life depend : Which in the soul, e'en after death, remain, The soul, though made in time, survives for ay ; And no Lethean flood can wash away.

And though it hath beginning, sees no end.





This is the soul, and these. her virtues be;

Which, though they have their sundry proper ends, And one exceeds another in degree,

Yet each on other mutually depends.

Her only end is never-ending bliss,

Which is, the eternal face of God to see;
Who, last of ends, and first of causes is :

And, to do this, she must eternal be,

Our wit is giv'n Almighty God to know; . How senseless then and dead a soul bath he,
Our will is giv'n to love him, being known :

Which thinks his soul doth with his body die : But God could not be known to us below, (shown. Or thinks not so, but so would have it be,

But by his works, which through the sense are That he might sin with more security?

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Although they say, “ Come let us eat and drink; | Water in conduit-pipes can rise no higher

Our life is but a spark, which quickly dies :" Than the well-head, from whence it first doth Though thus they say, they know not what to think ; Then since to eternal God she doth aspire, (spring:

pure, LSpring: But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise. | She cannot be but an eternal thing.



Therefore no heretics desire to spread

Their light opinions, like these epicures;
For so their stagg'ring thoughts are comforted,

And other meu's assent their doubt assures.

“All moving things to other things do move,

Of the same kind which shows their nature such:
So earth falls down, and fire doth mount above,

Till both their proper elements do touch.

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Yet though these men against their conscience strive, And as the moisture, which the thirsty earth

There are some sparkles in their finty breasts, Sucks from the sea, to fill her empty veins, Which cannot be extinct, but still revive;

From out her womb at last doth take a birth, That though they would, they cannot quite be And runs a lymph along the grassy plains : beasts.

Long doth she stay, as loath to leave the land,
But whoso makes a mirror of his mind,

From whose soft side she first did issue make:
And doth with patience view himself therein, She tastes all places, turns to ev'ry hand,
His soul's eternity sball clearly find,

Her flow'ry banks unwilling to forsake:
Though th' other beauties be defac'd with sin.

Yet Nature so her streams doth lead and carry,

As that her course doth make no final stay,

Till she herself unto the ocean marry,

Within whose watry bosom first she lay.
Drawn from the desire of knowledge.
First, in man's mind we find an appetite

E'en so the soul, which in this earthly mould
To learn and know the truth of ev'ry thing,

The spirit of God doth secretly infuse,

Because at first she doth the earth behold,
Which is co-natural, and born with it,
And from the essence of the soul doth spring.

And only this material world she views :
With this desire, she hath a native might

At first her mother-earth she holdeth dear, To find out ev'ry truth, if she had time;

And doth embrace the world, and worldly things; Th'innumerable effects to sort aright,

She flies close by the ground, and hovers here, And by degrees, from cause to cause to climb.

And mounts not up with her celestial wings: But since our life so fast away doth slide,

Yet under Heav'n she cannot light on aught 1 As doth a hungry eagle through the wind;

That with her heav'nly nature doth agree: Or as a ship transported with the tide,

She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought, Which in their passage leave no print behind.

| She cannot in this world contented be. Of which swift little time so much we spend,

For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth, While some few things we through the sense do

Or pleasure of the sense, contentment find?

Who ever ceas'd to wish, when he had health? strain, That our short race of life is at an end,

Or, having wisdom, was not vex'd in mind ? Ere we the principles of skill attain.

Then as a bee which among weeds doth fall, Or God (who to vain ends hath nothing done)

Which seem sweet flow'rs, with lustre fresh and

She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all; (gay; lo vain this appetite and pow'r hath gir'n; Or else our knowledge, which is here begun,

But, pleas'd with none, doth rise, and soar away: Hereafter must be perfected in Heav'n.

| So, when the soul finds here no true content, God never gave a pow'r to one whole kind,

And, like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take, But most part of that kind did use the same:

She doth return from whence she first was sent, Most eyes have perfect sight, though some be blind;

And flies to him that first her wings did make. Most legs can nimbly run, though some be lame.

Wit, seeking truth, from cause to cause ascends,

And never rests till it the first attain : But in this life, no soul the truth can know

Will, seeking good, finds many middle ends;
So perfectly, as it hath pow'r to do: .

But never stays till it the last do gain.
If then perfection be not found below,
An higher place must make her mount thereto. Now God the truth and first of causes is ;

God is the last good end, which lasteth still;

Being alpha and omega nam'd for this;

Alpha to wit, omega to the will.
Drawn from the motion of the soul.'

Since then her beav'nly kind she doth display,

In that to God she doth directly move;
Again, how can she but immortal be,

And on no mortal thing can make her stay,
When, with the motions of both will and wit, She cannot be from hence, but froin above.
She still aspireth to eternity,
And never rests, till she attain to it?

* The soul compared to a river.



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