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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19925) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 25824) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1790:16) Nosce teipsum this oracle expounded in two elegies, 1. Of humane knowledge, 2. Of the soule of man, and the immortalitie thereof. Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626. [4], 101 [i.e. 81] p. Printed by Richard Field, for Iohn Standish, London : 1599. In verse. Dedicatory verse signed: John Dauies. Signatures: A⁴(-A1,A4) B-L⁴ M¹. Page numbers 65-84 skipped in the numbering. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University. Library. eng Soul -- Poetry. eebo Nosce teipsum. This oracle expounded in two elegies 1. Of humane knowledge. 2. Of the soule of man, and the immortalitie thereof. Davies, John, Sir, 1599 85 19193 8 0 0 0 0 20 3130.31 F The rate of 3130.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2000-00 Assigned for keying and markup 2001-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Nosce teipsum . This Oracle expounded in two Elegies .

1. Of Humane knowledge . 2. Of the Soule of Man , and the immortalitie thereof .

LONDON , Printed by Richard Field , for Iohn Standish . 1599.

TO MY MOST GRACIOVS dread Soueraigne . TO that cleare Maiestie , which in the North , Doth like another Sunne in glorie rise , Which standeth fixt , yet spreds her heauenly worth , Loadstone to Hearts , and Loadstarre to all Eyes ; Like Heau'n in all ; like th' Earth in this alone , That though great States by her support do stand , Yet she her selfe supported is of none , But by the Finger of th' Almighties hand ; To the diuinest and the richest minde , Both by Arts purchase , and by Natures Dower , That euer was from Heauen to Earth confin'd , To shew the vtmost of a Creatures power ; To that great Spirit , which doth great Kingdomes moue , The sacred Spring , whence Right and Honor streames , Distilling Vertue , shedding peace and Loue , In euery place , as Cynthia sheds her beames ; I offer vp some sparkles of that fire , Whereby we reason , liue , and moue , and bee : These sparkes by nature euermore aspire , Which makes them to so high an Highnesse flee . Faire Soule , since to the fairest bodie knit , You giue such liuely life , such quickning power , Such sweete celestiall influence to it , As keepes it still in youths immortall flower , ( As where the Sunne is present all the yeare , And neuer doth retire his golden ray , Needs must the Spring be euerlasting there , And euery season like the Mon'th of May . ) O many , many yeares may you remaine , A happie Angell to this happie Land : Long , long , may you on earth our Empresse raigne , Ere you in Heauen a glorious Angell stand ; Stay long ( sweet Spirit ) ere thou to Heauen depart , Which mak'st each place a Heauen wherin thou art . Her Maiesties least and vnworthiest subiect . Iohn Dauies .
Of humane knowledge . WHy did my parents send me to the schooles , That I with knowledg might enrich my mind , Since the desire to know first made men fooles , And did corrupt the roote of all mankind ? For when Gods hand had written in the harts Of the first Parents all the rules of good , So that their skill enfusde did passe all Arts That euer were , before , or since the Flood ; And when their reasons eye was sharpe and cleere , And ( as an Eagle can behold the Sunne , ) Could haue approch't th' eternall light as neere , As th' intellectuall Angels could haue done ; Euen then , to them the Spirit of lies suggests , That they were blind , because they saw not Ill : And breathes into their incorrupted breasts , A curious wish , which did corrupt their will . For that same Ill they straight desir'd to know : Which Ill being nought but a defect of good , In all Gods workes the Diuell could not show , While Man their Lord in his perfection stood . So that themselues were first to do the Ill , Ere they thereof the knowledge could attaine ; Like him , that knew not poisons power to kill , Vntill ( by tasting it ) him selfe was slaine . Euen so by tasting of that Fruite forbid , Where they sought knowledge , they did error find , Ill they desir'd to know , and Ill they did ; And to giue Passion eyes , made Reason blind . For then their minds did first in passion see Those wretched shapes , of Miserie and Woe , Of Nakednesse , of Shame , of Pouertie , Which then their owne experience made them know . But then grew Reason darke , that she no more Could the faire Formes of God and Truth discerne ; Battes they became , that Eagles were before , And this they got by their desire to learne . But we their wretched Offspring , what do we ? Do not we still tast of the fruite forbid ? Whiles with fond , fruitelesse curiositie , In bookes prophane we seeke for knowledge hid ? What is this knowledge ? but the Skie-stolne fire , For which the Thiefe still chaind in Ice doth sit ? And which the poore rude Satyre did admire , And needs would kisse , but burnt his lips with it ? What is it ? but the cloud emptie of Raine , Which when Ioues Guest embrac't , he Monsters got ? Or the false Pailes , which oft being fild with paine , Receiu'd the water , but retain'd it not ? Shortly what is it ? but the fierie Coach , Which the Youth sought , & sought his death withall ? Or the Boyes wings , which when he did approch The Sunnes hote beames , did melt and let him fall ? And yet , alas , when all our Lampes are burnd , Our Bodies wasted , and our Spirits spent ; When we haue all the learned volumes turnd , Which yeeld mens wits both helpe and ornament ; What can we know ? or what can we discerne ? WHen Error chokes the windowes of the mind ; The diuerse formes of things , how can we learne , That haue bene euer from our birth-day blind ? When Reasons lampe which ( like the Sunne in skie ) Throughout Mans litle world her beams did sprea Is now become a Sparkle , which doth lie Vnder the Ashes , halfe extinct , and dead ; How can we hope , that through the Eye and Eare , This dying Sparkle , in this cloudie place , Can recollect those beames of knowledge cleare , Which were enfus'd in the first minds by grace ? So might the heire , whose father hath in play , Wasted a thousand pounds of ancient rent , By painfull earning of one grote a day , Hope to restore the patrimonie spent . The wits that div'd most deepe , and soar'd most hie , Seeking Mans powers , haue found his weaknes such : " Skill comes so slow , and life so fast doth flie , " We learne so litle , and forget so much . For this the wisest of all Mortall men Said , he knew nought , but that he nought did know : And the great mocking Maister mockt not then , When he said , Truth was buried deepe below . For how may we to others things attaine , When none of vs his owne Soule vnderstands ? For which the Diuell mockes our curious braine , When know thy selfe his oracle commands . For why should we the busie Soule beleeue , When boldly she concludes of that , and this , When of her selfe she can no iudgement geue , Nor how , nor whence , nor where , nor what she is ? All things without , which round about we see , We seeke to know , and haue therewith to do : But that whereby we reason , liue , and be , Within our selues , we strangers are thereto . We seeke to know the mouing of each spheare , And the strange cause of th' ebs and flouds of Nile : But of that clocke within our breast we beare , The subtill motions we forget the while . We that acquaint our selues with euery Zoane , And passe both Tropikes , and behold the Poles , When we come home , are to our selues vnknowne , And vnacquainted still with our owne Soules . We studie Speech , but others we perswade ; We Leech craft learne , but others Cure with it ; We interpret Lawes , which other men haue made ; But reade not those , which in our harts are writ . Is it because the minde is like the eye , ( Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees , ) Whose rayes reflect not , but spread outwardly , Not seeing it selfe , when other things it sees ? No doubtlesse , for the minde can backward cast Vpon her selfe , her vnderstanding light ; But she is so corrupt , and so defac't , As her owne image doth her selfe affright . As is the fable of that Ladie faire , Which for her lust was turnd into a Cow , When thirtie to a streame she did repaire , And saw her selfe transformd , she wist not how , At first she startles , then she stands amaz'd , At last with terror she from thence doth flie , And loathes the watrie glasse wherein she gaz'd , And shunnes it still , though she for thirst do die . Euen so Mans soule which did Gods Image beare , And was at first faire , good , and spotlesse pure , Since with her sinnes her beauties blotted were , Doth of all sights her owne sight least endure . For euen at first reflection she espies , Such strange Chymeraes , and such Monsters there , Such Toyes , such Antikes , and such Vanities , As she retires , and shrinks for shame and feare ; And as the man loues least at home to bee , That hath a sluttish house , haunted with Sprites , So she impatient her owne faults to see , Turnes from her selfe , and in strangethings delites . For this few know themselues : for merchants broke View their estate with discontent , and paine ; And Seas are troubled when they do reuoke , Their flowing waues , into themselues againe . And while the face of outward things we find , Pleasing , and faire , agreable , and sweete ; These things transport , and carrie out the mind , That with herselfe her selfe can neuer meete . Yet if Affliction once her warres begin , And threat the feeble Sense with sword and fire , The Mind contracts her selfe , and shrinketh in , And to her selfe she gladly doth retire ; As Spiders toucht , seeke their webs in most part : As Bees in stormes vnto their hiues returne : As Bloud in danger gathers to the hart ; As Men seeke Towns when foes the Country burne . If ought can teach vs ought , Afflictions lookes , ( Making vs looke into our selues so neare ) Teach vs to know our selues , beyond all bookes , Or all the learned Schooles that euer were . This Mistresse lately pluckt me by the Eare , And many a golden lesson hath me taught ; Hath made my Senses quicke , and Reason cleare , Reformd my Will , and rectifide my Thought ; So do the Winds and Thunders cleanse the Aire , So working Seas settle and purge the wine ; So lopt and pruned Trees do slorish faire ; So doth the fire the drossie Gold refine . Neither Minerua , nor the learned Muse , Nor Rules of Art , nor Precepts of the wise , Could in my braine those beames of skill enfuse , As but the glaunce of this Dames angrie eyes . She within Listes my raunging minde hath brought , That now beyond my selfe I list not go ; My selfe am Center of my circling thought , Onely my selfe I studie , learne , and know . I know my Bodi 's of so fraile a kinde , As force without , feauers within can kill ; I know the heauenly nature of my minde , But t is corrupted , both in wit and will : I know my Soule hath power to know all things , Yet is she blind and ignorant in all ; I know I am one of Natures litle kings , Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall . I know my life 's a paine , and but a span , I know my Sense is mockt with euery thing ; And to conclude , I know my selfe a Man , Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing .
Of the Soule of man , and the immortalitie thereof . THe lights of heauen ( which are the worlds faire eyes ) Looke downe into the world , the world to see , And as they turne , or wander in the skies , Suruey all things , that on this Center bee . And yet the lights which in my towre do shine , Mine Eyes , which view all obiects , nigh and farre , Looke not into this litle world of mine , Nor see my face , wherein they fixed are . Since Nature failes vs in no needfull thing , Why want I meanes , mine inward selfe to see ? Which sight , the knowledge of my self might bring , Which to true wisedome is the first degree . That Powre , which gaue me eyes the world to view , To view my selfe , enfus'd an inward light , Whereby my Soule , as by a Mirror true , Of her owne forme may take a perfect sight . But as the sharpest eye discerneth nought , Except the Sunne-beames in the Aire do shine ; So the best Soule , with her reflecting thought , Sees not her selfe , without some light diuine . O Light which mak'st the Light , which makes the Day , Which setst the Eye without , and Mind within , Lighten my spirit with one cleare heauenly ray , Which now to view it selfe doth first begin . For her true forme how can my Sparke discerne ? Which dimme by Nature , Art did neuer cleere ; When the great Wits , of whom all skill we learne , Are ignorant both what she is , and where ? One thinks the Soule is Aire , another Fire , Another , bloud defus'd about the hart ; Another saith , the Elements conspire , And to her Essence each doth giue a part . Musitians thinke our Soules are Harmonies ; Phisitions hold , that they Complexions bee ; Epicures make them swarmes of Atomies , Which do by chance into our Bodies flee . Some thinke one generall Soule fils euery braine , As the bright Sunne sheds light in euery Starre : And others thinke the name of Soule is vaine , And that we onely well mixt bodies are . In iudgement of her substance thus they varie : And thus they varie in iudgement of her seate : For some her Chaire vp to the braine do carrie , Some thrust it downe into the stomakes heate ; Some place it in the Roote of life , the Hart , Some in the Liuer , fountaine of the Vaines ; Some say , she is all in all , and all in part : Some say , she is not containd , but all containes . Thus these great Clerks their litle wisdome show , While with their Doctrines they at Hazard play , Tossing their light opinions to and fro , To mocke the Lewd , as learnd in this as they . For no craz'd braine could euer yet propound , Touching the Soule so vaine and fond a thought , But some among these Maisters haue bene found , Which in their Schooles the selfe same thing haue taught . God onely wise , to punish pride of Wit , Among mens wits hath this confusion wrought , As the proud Towre whose points the clouds did hit , By Tongues confusion was to ruine brought . But ( thou ) which didst Mans-soule of nothing make , And when to nothing it was fallen agen , To make it new , the Forme of Man didst take , And God with God becam'st a Man with Men ; Thou , that hast fashioned twise this Soule of ours , So that she is by double title thine , Thou onely knowest her nature and her powers , Her subtile forme thou onely canst define . To iudge her selfe , she must her selfe transcend , As greater Circles comprehend the lesse ; But she wants powre , her owne powres to extend , As fettred Men , can not their strength expresse . But thou bright morning Starre , thou rising Sunne , Which in these later times hast brought to light Those mysteries , that since the world begun , Lay hid in darknesse , and eternall night ; Thou ( like the Sunne ) dost with in different ray Into the Pallace and the Cottage shine , And shew'st the Soule , both to the Clarke and lay , By the cleare Lampe of thy Oracle diuine . This Lampe through all the Regions of my braine , Where my Soule sits , doth spread such beames of grace As now , me thinks , I do distinguish plaine , Each subtill line of her immortall face . What the Soule is . The soule a substance , and a spirit is , Which God himselfe doth in the Bodie make ; Which makes the Man ; for euery Man from this The nature of a Man , and name doth take . And though this Spirit be to the Bodie knit , As an apt meane her powers to exercise , Which are , life , motion , sense , and will , and wit , Yet she suruiues , although the Bodie dies . She is a substance , and a reall thing , That the Soule is a thing subsisting by it selfe without the Bodie . 1 Which hath it selfe an actuall working might , 2 Which neither from the Senses power doth spring , 3 Nor from the Bodies humors tempred right . She is a Vine , which doth no propping need , To make her spread her selfe , or spring vpright ; She is a Starre , whose beames do not proceed From any Sunne , but from a natiue light . For when she sorts things present with things past , 1 1 That the Soule hath a proper operation without the Bodie . And thereby things to come doth oft foresee ; When she doth doubt at first , and choose at last , These acts her owne , without the Bodie , be . When of the deaw , which the eye and eare do take From flowers abroad , and bring into the braine , She doth within both waxe and hony make , This worke is hers , this is her proper paine . When she from sundry Acts , one skill doth draw , Gathring from diuerse fights one Art of warre , From many Cases like , one Rule of law ; These her Collections , not the Senses are . When in th' effects she doth the Causes know , And seeing the streame , thinks where the spring doth rise ; And seeing the branch , conceiues the roote below ; These things she viewes without the Bodies eyes . When she without a Pegasus doth flie Swifter then lightnings fire from East to West , About the Center , and aboue the skie , She trauels then , although the bodie rest . When all her works she formeth first within , Proportions them , and sees their perfect end , Ere she in act doth any part begin : What instruments doth then the body lend ? When without hands she thus doth Castels build , Sees without eyes , and without feete doth runne , When she digests the World , yet is not fild , By her owne power these miracles are done . When she defines , argues , deuides , compounds , Considers vertue , vice , and generall things , And marrying diuerse principles and grounds , Out of their match a true Conclusion brings ; These Actions in her Closet all alone , ( Retir'd within her selfe ) she doth fulfill ; Vse of her bodies Organs she hath none , When she doth vse the powers of Wit and Will . Yet in the Bodies prison so she lyes , As through the bodies windowes she must looke , Her diuerse powers of Sense to exercise , By gathering Notes out of the Worlds great Booke . Nor can her selfe discourse , or iudge of ought , But what the sense Collects and home doth bring ; And yet the power of her discoursing thought , From these Collections , is a Diuerse thing . For though our eyes can nought but Colours see , Yet colours giue them not their powre of sight : So , though these fruites of Sense her obiects bee , Yet she discernes them by her proper light . The workman on his stuffe his skill doth show , And yet the stuffe giues not the man his skill ; Kings their affaires do by their seruants know , But order them by their owne royall will . So though this cunning Mistresse and this Queene , Doth as her instruments the Senses vse , To know all things that are felt , heard , or seene , Yet she her selfe doth onely iudge and choose : Euen as our great wise Empresse , that now raignes , By soueraigne title ouer sundrie lands , Borrowes in meane affaires her subiects paines , Sees by their eyes , and writeth by their hands ; But things of waight and consequence indeed , Her selfe doth in her chamber them debate , Where all her Counsellers she doth exceed As farre in iudgement , as she doth in state . Or as the man whom she doth now aduaunce , Vpon her gracious mercie seate to sit , Doth common things of course and circumstance , To the Reports of common men commit : But when the Cause it selfe must be decreed , Himselfe in person in his proper Court , To graue and solemne hearing doth proceed , Of euery proofe , and euery by-report : Then like Gods Angell he pronounceth right , And milke and honie from his tongue do flow : Happie are they that still are in his sight , To reape the wisdome which his lips do sow : Right so the Soule , which is a Ladie free , And doth the iustice of her State maintaine , Because the Senses readie seruants bee , Attending nigh about her Court , the braine : By them the formes of outward things she learnes , For they returne into the fantasie , What euer each of them abroad discernes , And there enroll it for the mind to see . But when she sits to iudge the good and Ill , And to discerne betwixt the false and true , She is not guided by the Senses skill , But doth each thing in her owne Mirror view . Then she the Senses checks , which oft do erre , And euen against their false reports decrees ; And oft she doth condemne , what they preferre , For with a powre aboue the Sense , she sees : Therefore no Sense the precious ioyes conceiues , Which in her priuate Contemplations bee ; For then the rauisht spirit the Senses leaues , Hath her owne powers , and proper actions free . Her harmonies are sweete , and full of skill , When on the bodies instrument she playes : But the proportions of the wit and will , Those sweete accords , are euen the Angels layes . These tunes of Reason , are Amphyons lyre , Wherewith he did the Thebane Citie found , These are the notes , wherewith the heauenly Quire The praise of him , which spreads the heauen , doth sound Then her selfe being Nature shines in this , That she performes her noblest works alone ; " The worke the Touchstone of the nature is , " And by their operations things are knowne . Arc they not senslesse then , 2 2 That the soule is more th●n a perfection or reflection of the sense . that thinke the soule Nought but a fine perfection of the Sense , Or of the formes which fancie doth enrolle , A quicke resulting and a consequence ? What is it then , that doth the Sense accuse , Both of false iudgements , and fond appetites ? Which makes vs do what Sense doth most refuse ? Which oft in torment of the Sense delights ? Sense thinks the Planets spheares not much asunder : What tels vs then their distance is so farre ? Sense thinks the lightning borne before the thunder : What tels vs then they both together are ? When Men seeme Crowes farre off vpon a Towre , Sense saith , th' are crows , what makes vs think them men ? When we in Agues thinke all sweete things sowre , What makes vs know our tongs false iudgement then ? What powre was that , whereby Medea saw , And well approu'd , and praisd , the better course , When her rebellious Sense did so withdraw Her feeble powres , as she pursu'd the worse ? Did Sense perswade Vlysses not to heare , The Mermaids songs , which so his men did please , As they were all perswaded through the eare To quit the ship , and leape into the seas ? Could any powre of Sense the Romane moue , To burne his owne right hand , with courage sto● Could Sense make Marius sit vnbound , and proue The cruell launcing of the knottie gout ? Doubtlesse in Man there is a nature found , Beside the Senses , and aboue them farre ; " Though most men being in sensuall pleasures drownd , " It seemes their Soules but in the Senses are . If we had nought but Sense , then onely they Should haue sound minds , which haue their senses sound ; But wisedome growes , when senses do decay , And follie most in quickest sense is found . If we had nought but sense ; each liuing wight , Which we call brute , would be more sharpe than wee ; As hauing Senses apprehensiue might , In a more cleare , and excellent degree . But they do want that quicke discoursing power , Which doth in vs the erring sense correct ; Therefore the Bee did sucke the painted flower , And birds of grapes the cunning shadow peckt . Sense outsides knowes , the Soule through all things sees , Sense Circumstance , she doth the substance view ; Sense sees the barke , but she the life of trees ; Sense heares the sounds , but she the Concords true . But why do I the Soule and Sense deuide ? When Sense is but a powre , which she extends , Which being in diuerse parts diuersified , The diuerse formes of obiects apprehends ? This power spreads outward , but the roote doth grow In th' inward Soule , which onely doth perceiue ; For th' eyes and eares no more their obiects know , Then glasses know what faces they receiue . For if we chance to fixe our thoughts elsewhere , Although our eyes be ope , we do not see , And if one power did not both see and heare , Our sights and sounds would alwayes double bee . Then is the Soule a nature , which containes , The powre of Sense , within a greater powre ; Which doth employ and vse the Senses paines , But sits and rules within her priuate bowre . 3 3 That the soule is more then the temperature of the humors of the body . If she doth then the subtill Sense excell , How grosse are they that drowne her in the blood ? Or in the bodies humours tempred well , As if in them such high perfection stood ? As if most skill in that Musitian were , Which had the best , and best tun'd instrument ; As if the Pensill neate , and Colours cleere , Had powre to make the Painter excellent . Why doth not Beautie then refine the wit ? And good Complexion rectifie the will ? Why doth not Health bring wisdome still with it ? Why doth not Sicknesse make men brutish still ? Who can in Memorie , or wit , or will , Or aire , or fire , or earth , or water find ; What Alchymist can draw with all his skill , The Quintessence of these out of the mind ? If th' Elements which haue nor life , nor sense , Can breed in vs so great a powre as this , Why giue they not themselues like excellence , Or other things wherein their mixture is ? If she were but the bodies qualitie , Then would she be , with it sicke , maimd and blind ; But we perceiue , where these priuations bee , A healthie , perfect , and sharpe sighted mind . If she the bodies nature did partake , Her strength would with the bodies strength decay ; But when the bodies strongest sinewes slake , Then is the Soule most actiue , quicke , and gay . If she were but the bodies accident , And her sole being did in it subsist , As white in snow , she might her selfe absent , And in the bodies Substance not be mist. But it on her , not she on it depends ; For she the body doth sustaine and cherish , Such secret powers of life to it she lends , That when they faile , then doth the body perish . Since then the Soule workes by her selfe alone , Springs not from sense , nor humours well agreeing , Her nature is peculiar , and her owne , She is a substance , and a perfect being . That the soule is a spirit . But though this substance be the roote of Sense , Sense knowes her not , which doth but bodies know ; She is a spirit , and a heauenly Influence , Which from the fountaine of Gods spirit doth flow . She is a spirit , yet not like aire , or wind , Nor like the spirits about the heart or braine , Nor like those spirits which Alchymists do find , When they in euery thing seeke gold in vaine . For she all natures vnder heauen doth passe ; Being like those spirits , which Gods bright face do see , Or like himselfe , whose image once she was , Though now ( alas ) she scarce his shadow bee . Yet of the formes she holds the first degree , That are to grosse materiall bodies knit ; Yet she her selfe is bodilesse and free , And though confin'd , is almost infinit . That it can not be a bodie . Were she a bodie , how could she remaine Within this bodie , which is lesse then she ? Or how could she the worlds great shape containe , And in our narrow breasts contained be ? All bodies are confin'd within some place ; But she all place within her selfe confines ; All bodies haue their measure , and their space , But who can draw the Soules dimensiuelines ? No bodie can at once two formes admit , Except the one the other do deface ; But in the Soule ten thousand formes do sit , And none intrudes into her neighbours place . All bodies are with other bodies fild ; But she receiues both heauen and earth together , Nor are their formes by rash incounter spild , For there they stand , and neither toucheth ether . Nor can her wide Embracements filled bee ; For they that most , and greatest things embrace , Enlarge thereby their minds Capacitie , As streames enlarg'd , enlarge the Channels space . All things receiu'd , do such proportion take , As those things haue wherein they are receiu'd : So litle glasses litle faces make , And narrow webs on narrow frames be weau'd ; Then what vast body must we make the mind ? Wherein are men , beasts , trees , towns , seas , & lands , And yet each thing a proper place doth find , And each thing in the true proportion stands ? Doubtlesse this could not be , but that she turnes Bodies to spirits by sublimation strange ; As fire conuerts to fire the things it burnes , As we our meates into our nature change . From their grosse matter she abstracts the formes , And drawes a kind of Quintessence from things , Which to her proper nature she transformes , To beare them light on her celestiall wings ; This doth she , when from things particular , She doth abstract the vniuersall kinds , Which bodilesse , and immateriall are , And can be lodg'd but onely in our minds ; And thus from diuerse accidents and acts , Which do within her obseruation fall , She goddesses , and powres diuine abstracts , As Nature , fortune , and the vertues all . Againe , how can she seuerall bodies know , If in her selfe a bodies forme she beare ? How can a Mirror sundrie faces show , If from all shapes and formes it be not cleare ? Nor could we by our eyes all colours learne , Except our eyes were of all colours voide ; Nor sundry tasts can any tongue discerne , Which is with grosse , and bitter humours cloide . Nor may a man of passions iudge aright , Except his mind be from all passions free ; Nor can a Iudge his office well acquite , If he possest of either partie bee . If lastly this quicke powre a bodie were , Were it as swist as is the wind , or fire , ( Whose Atomies do th' one downe side-wayes beare , And make the other in Pyramids aspire , ) Her nimble body yet in time must moue , And not in instants through all places slide ; But she is nigh , and sarre , beneath , aboue , In point of time , which thought can not deuide . Sh' is sent as soone to China , as to Spaine , And thence returnes , as soone as she is sent ; She measures with one time , and with one paine , An ell of Silke , and heauens wide spreading Tent ; As then the Soule a substance hath alone , Besides the body , in which she is confin'd ; So hath she not a bodie of her owne , But is a spirit , and immateriall mind . Since bodie and soule haue such diuersities , That the Soule is created immediatly by God . Well might we muse , how first their match began ; But that we learne , that he that spread the skies , And fixt the earth , first formd the Soule in man . Zach. 12 1. This true Prometheus first made man of earth , And shed in him a beame of heauenly Fire ; Now in their mothers wombes before their birth , Doth in all sonnes of men their Soules inspire . And as Minerua is in fables said , From Ioue without a mother to proceed ; So our true Ioue without a mothers aide , Doth daily millions of Mineruaes breed . Erronious opinions of the creation of soules . Then neither from eternitie before , Nor from the time , when Times first point begun , Made he all Soules , which now he keeps in store , Some in the Moone , and others in the Sunne ; Nor in a secret cloister doth he keepe These virgin spirits , vntill their mariage day ; Nor locks them vp in Chambers , where they sleepe , Till they awake , within these beds of Clay ; Nor did he first a certaine number make , Infusing part in beasts , and part in men , And as vnwilling farther paines to take , Would make no more , then those he framed then ; So that the widow Soule , her bodie dying , Vnto the next borne bodie maried was , And so by often changing , and supplying , Mens soules to beasts , and beasts to men did passe . ( These thoughts are fond : for since the bodies borne Be more in number farre , then those that die , Thousands must be abortiue , and forlorne , Ere others deaths to them their soules supply . ) But as Gods handmayde Nature doth create Bodies , in time distinct , and order due ; So God giues soules the like successiue date , Which himselfe makes , in bodies formed new . Which himselfe makes , of no materiall thing ; For vnto Angels he no power hath giuen , Either to forme the shape , or stuffe to bring , From aire , or fire , or substance of the heauen . Nor he in this doth Natures seruice vse ; That the Soule is not traduced from the parents . For though from bodies she can bodies bring , Yet could she neuer soules from soules traduce , As fire from fire , or light from light doth spring . Alas , that some that were great lights of old , And in their hands the lampe of God did beare , Some reuerend Fathers did this error hold , Hauing their eyes dim'd with religious feare ! For when ( say they ) by rule of faith we find , That euery soule vnto her bodie knit , Brings from the mothers wombe , the sinne of kind , The roote of all the ill she doth commit ; How can we say , that God the Soule doth make , But we must make him author of her sinne ? Then from mans soule she doth beginning take , Since in mans soule Corruption did begin . For if God make her , first he makes her ill , ( Which God forbid our thoghts should yeeld vnto ) Or makes the body her faire forme to spill , Which of it selfe it had no powre to do . Not Adams bodie , but his soule did sinne , And so her selfe vnto corruption brought ; But our poore Soule corrupted is within , Ere she hath sinn'd , either in act , or thought ; And yet we see in her such powres diuine , As we could gladly thinke , from God she came ; Faine would we make him author of the wine , If for the dregs we could some other blame . The answer to the obiection . Thus these good men , with holy zeale were blind ; When on the other part the truth did shine , Whereof we do cleare demonstrations find , By light of nature , and by light deuine . None are so grosse , as to contend for this , That soules from bodies may traduced bee ; Betweene whose natures no proportion is , When roote and branch in nature still agree ; But many subtill wits haue iustifi'd , That Soules from Soules spiritually may spring ; Which ( if the nature of the Soule be try'd ) Will euen in nature proue as grosse a thing . For all things made , are either made of nought , Reasons drawne from Nature . Or made of stuffe that ready made doth stand ; Of nought no creature euer formed ought , For that is proper to th' Almighties hand . If then the Soule another Soule do make , Because her power is kept within a bound , She must some former stuffe or matter take ; But in the Soule there is no matter found . Then if her heauenly Forme do not agree With any matter , which the world containes , Then she of nothing must created bee , And to create , to God alone pertaines . Againe , if soules do other soules beget , T is by themselues , or by the bodies powre ; If by themselues , what doth their working let , But they might soules engender euery houre ? If by the body , how can wit and will Ioyne with the body onely in this act ? Since when they do their other works fulfill , They from the body do themselues abstract ? Againe , if Soules of Soules begotten were , Into each other they should change , and moue ; And change and motion still corruption beare ; How shall we then the Soule immortall proue ? If lastly Soules did generation vse , Then should they spread incorruptible seed ? What then becomes of that which they do loose , When th' acts of generation do not speed ? And though the Soule could cast spirituall seed , Yet would she not , because she neuer dies ; For mortall things desire their like to breed , That so they may their kind immortalize . Therefore the Angels , sonnes of God are nam'd , And marrie not , nor are in mariage giuen , Their spirits and ours are of one substance fram'd , And haue one Father , euen the Lord of heauen ; Who would at first , that in each other thing , The earth , and water liuing soules should breed ; But that Mans soule , whom he wold make their king , Should from himselfe immediatly proceed . And when he tooke the woman from mans side , Doubtlesse himselfe inspir'd her soule alone : For t is not sayd , he did mans soule deuide , But tooke flesh of his flesh , bone of his bone . Lastly God , being made Man for Mans owne sake , And being like Man in all , except in Sinne , His Bodie from the Virgins wombe did take ; But all agree , God form'd his soule within . Then is the Soule from God ; so Pagans say , Which saw by natures light , her heauenly kind , Naming her kin to God , and Gods bright ray , A Citizen of heauen , to earth confin'd . But now I feele , they plucke me by the eare , Whom my young Muse so boldly termed blind , And craue more heauenly light , that cloud to cleare , Which makes them thinke , God doth not make the mind . God doubtlesse makes her , and doth make her good , Reasons drawne from diuinitie . And graffes her in the body , there to spring , Which though it be corrupted , flesh and bloud Can no way to the Soule corruption bring ; And yet this Soule ( made good by God at first , And not corrupted by the Bodies ill ) Euen in the Wombe is sinfull , and accurst , Ere she can Iudge by wit , or choose by will . Yet is not God the Author of her Sinne , Though Author of her being , and being there , And if we dare to iudge our Iudge herein , He can condemne vs , and himselfe can cleere . First God from infinite eternitie Decreed , what hath bene , is , or shall be done , And was resolu'd ; that euery Man should bee , And in his turne , his race of life should runne . And so did purpose all the Soules to make , That euer haue bene made , or euer shall , And that their being they should onely take , In humane bodies , or not be at all . Was it then fit , that such a weake euent , ( Weaknesse it selfe , the sinne and fall of Man ) His Counsels execution should preuent , Decreed and fixt before the world began ? Or that one penall law by Adam broke , Should make God breake his owne eternall law , The setled order of the world reuoke , And change all formes of things , which he foresaw ? Could Eues weake hand , extended to the tree , In sunder rent that Adamantine chaine , Whose golden linkes effects and causes bee , And which to Gods owne chaire doth fixt remaine ? O , could we see , how cause from cause doth spring ! How mutually they linckt and folded are ! And heare how oft one disagreeing string , The harmonie doth rather make , then marre ! And view at once how death by stone is brought , And how from death a better life doth rise ; How this Gods iustice , and his mercy to light , We this decree would praise , as right and wise . But we that measure tunes by first and last , The sight of things successiuely do take , When God on all at once his view doth cast , And of all times , doth but one instant make . All in him selfe as in a glasse he sees , For from him , by him , through him , all things be ; His sight is not discoursiue by degrees , But seeing the whole , each single part doth see . He lookes on Adam , as a roote , or well , And on his heires , as branches , and as streames ; He sees all men as one man , though they dwell In sundry Cities , and in sundry Realmos ; And as the roote and branch are but one tree , And well and streame , do but one riuer make , So , if the roote , and well corrupted bee , The streame and branch the same corruption take ; So when the roote and fountaine of mankind , Did draw corruption , and Gods curse by sinne , This was a charge , that all his heires did bind , And all his of-spring grew corrupt therein . And as when th' hand doth strike , the Man offends , ( For part from whole , law seuers not in this ; ) So Adams sinne to the whole kind extends , For all their Natures are but part of his . Therefore this sinne of kind , not personall , But reall , and hereditarie was , The guilt whereof , and punishment to all , By course of Nature , and of Law doth passe . For as that Easie law was giuen to all , To auncestor , and heire , to first , and last , So was the first transgression generall , And all did plucke the fruite , and all did tast . Of this we find some footsteps in our Law , Which doth her Roote from God and Nature take , Ten thousand Men she doth together draw , And of them All , one Corporation make ; Yet these and their Successors are but one , And if they gaine , or loose their liberties , They harme or profite not themselues alone , But such as in succecding time shall rise . And so the Auncestor , and all his heires , Though they in number passe the starres of heauen , Are still but one ; his forfeitures are theirs , And vnto them are his aduancements giuen . His Ciuill acts do bind and barre them all ; And as from Adam all corruption take , So if the Fathers crime be capitall , In all the blood , law doth corruption make . Is it then iust with vs , to disinherit The vnborne Nephewes , for the Fathers fault ? And to aduance againe for one mans merit , A thousand heires , that haue deserued nought ? And is not Gods decree as iust as ours , If he for Adams sinne , his sonnes depriue Of all those natiue vertues , and those powres , Which he to him and to his race did giue ? For what is this contagious sinne of kind , But a priuation of that grace within ? And of that great rich dowrie of the mind , Which all had had , but for the first mans sinne ? If then a man on light conditions gaine A great estate , to him and his for euer , If wilfully he forfeit it againe , Who doth bemone his heire ? or blame the giuer ? So though God make the Soule good , rich and faire , Yet when her forme is to the body knit , Which makes the Man , which Man is Adams heire , Iustly forthwith he takes his grace from it . And then the Soule , being first from nothing brought , When Gods grace failes her , doth to nothing fall ; And this declining prouesse vnto nought , Is euen that sinne that we are borne withall . Yet not alone the first good qualities , Which in the first Soule were , depriued are , But in their place the contrarie do rise , And reall spots of sinne her beautie marre . Nor is it strange , that Adams ill desart , Should be transferd vnto his guiltie Race , When Christ his grace and iustice doth impart To men vniust , and such as haue no grace . Lastly , the Soule were better so to bee Borne slaue to sinne , then not to be at all , Since ( if shee do beleeue ) one sets her free , That makes her mount the higher from her fall . Yet this the curious wits will not content ; They yet will know , ( since God foresaw this ill ) Why his high prouidence did not preuent , The declination of the first mans will . If by his word he had the current stayd , Of Adams will , which was by nature free , It had bene one , as if his word had sayd , I will henceforth , that Man no man shall be , For what is Man without a mouing mind , Which hath a iudging wit , and choosing will ? Now , if Gods power should her election bind , Her motions then would cease , and stand all still . And why did God in man this Soule infuse , But that he should his maker know , and loue ? Now if loue be compeld , and cannot chuse , How can it gratefull , or thank worthie proue ? Loue must free hearted bee , and voluntarie , And not enchaunted , or by Fate constraind ; Not like that loue , which did Vlysses carie To Circes Ile , with mightie charmes enchaind . Besides , were we vnchangeable in will , And of a wit that nothing could misdeeme ; Equall to God , whose wisedome shineth still , Aud neuer erres , we might our selues esteeme . So that if man would be vnuariable , He must be God , or like a Rocke , or Tree ; For euen the perfect Angels were not stable , But had a fall , more desperate then we . Then let vs praise that Power , which makes vs bee Men as we are , and rest contented so ; And knowing mans fall was curiositie , Admite Gods counsels , which we cannot know , And let vs know that God the maker is Of all the Soules , in all the men that bee , Yet their Corruption is no fault of his , But the first Mans , that broke Gods first decree . This substance and this spirit of Gods owne making , Is in the bodie plac't , Why the soule is vnited to the bodie . and planted here , That both of God and of the world partaking , Of all that is , man might the image beare . God first made Angels bodilesse pure minds , Then other things , which mindlesse bodies bee ; Last he made man th' Horizon twixt both kinds , In whom we do the worlds abridgement see . Besides , this world below did need one wight , Which might thereof distinguish euerie part , Make vse thereof , and take therein delight , And order things with industrie , and Art . Which also God might in his works admire , And here beneath , yeeld him both prayer and praise , As there , aboue , the holy Angels Quire Doth spread his glorie , with spirituall layes . Lastly , the bruite vnreasonable wights , Did want a visible king on them to raigne ; And God himselfe thus to the world vnites , That so the world might endlesse blisse obtaine . But how shall we this vnion well expresse ? In what maner the soule is vnited to the body . Nought tyes the Soule , her subtiltie is such ; She moues the body , which she doth possesse , Yet no part toucheth , but by vertues touch . Then dwels she not therein as in a tent , Nor as a Pilot in his Ship doth sit ; Nor as a Spider in her Web is pent ; Nor as the Waxe retaines the print in it ; Nor as a Vessell water doth containe ; Nor as one Liquor in another shed ; Nor as the heate doth in the fire remaine , Nor as a voyce throughout the aire is spred . But as the faire , and cheerefull morning light , Doth here and there her siluer beames impart , And in an instant doth her selfe vnite To the transparent Aire , in all and part ; Still resting whole , when blowes the Aire deuide ; Abiding pure , when th' Aire is most corrupted ; Throughout the Aire her beames dispersing wide , And , when the Aire is tost , not interrupted ; So doth the piercing Soule the body fill , Being all in all , and all in part diffus'd Indiuisible , vncorruptible still , Not forc't , encountred , troubled , or confus'd . And as the Sunne aboue the light doth bring , Though we behold it in the Aire below ; So from th' eternall light the Soule doth spring , Though in the Body she her powers do show . Howe the Soule doth exercise her powers in the body . But as the worlds Sunne doth effects beget , Diuerse , in diuerse places euery day ; Here Autumnes temperature , there Summers heate . Here flowry Spring-tide , and there Winter gray ; Here Euen , there Morn , here Noon , there Day , there night , Melts wax , dries clay , makes floures some quick some dead ; Makes the More black , & th' European white , Th' American tawny , and th' East Indian red : So in our litle world this Soule of ours , Being onely one , and to one body tyed , Doth vse on diuerse obiects diuerse powers , And so are her effects diuersified . The vegetariue or quickening power . Her quickning power in euery liuing part , Doth as a Nurse , or as a Mother serue , And doth employ her oeconomicke Art , And busie care , her houshold to preserue . Here she attracts , and there she doth retaine , There she decocts , and doth the food prepare , There she distributes it to euery vaine , There she expels what she may fitly spare . This power to Martha may compared bee , Which busie was , the houshold things to do ; Or to a Dryas liuing in a Tree , For euen to Trees this power is proper too . And though the Soule may not this power extend Out of the Body , but still vse it there , She hath a power , which she abroad doth send , Which viewes and searcheth all things euery where , This power is Sense , The power of Sense . which from abroad doth bring The colour , tast ; and touch , and sent , and sound , The quantitie , and shape of euery thing , Within th' earths Center , or heauens Circle found . This power in parts made fit , fit obiects takes , Yet not the things , but Formes of things receiues ; As when a Seale in Waxe impression makes , The print therein , but not it selfe , it leaues . And though things sensible be numberlesse , But onely fiue the Senses Organs bee ; And in those fiue All things their Formes expresse , Which we can touch , tast , feele , or heare , or see . These are the windowes , through the which she viewes The light of knowledge which is lifes load-starre ; " And yet whiles she these spectacles doth vse , " Oft worldly things seeme greater then they are . Sight . First the two Eyes , which haue the Seeing power , Stand as one watchman , Spie , or Sentinell , Being plac'd aloft within the Heads high Tower ; And though both see , yet both but one thing tell . These Mirrors take into their litle space , The formes of Moone and Sunne , and euery Starre , Of euery Body , and of euery place , Which with the worlds wide Armes embraced are . Yet their best obiect , and their noblest vse , Hereafter in another world will bee , When God in them shall heauenly light infuse , That face to face they may their Maker see . Here are they guides , which do the Body leade ; Which else would stumble in eternall night ; Here in this world they do much knowledge reade , And are the Casements which admit most light : They are her farthest reaching Instrument , Yet they no beames vnto their Obiects send , But all the rayes are from their Obiects sent , And in the Eyes with pointed Angles end . If th' obiects be farre off , the rayes do meete In a sharpe point , and so things seeme but small ; If they be neare , their rayes do spread and fleete , And make broad points , that things seeme great withall . Lastly , Nine things to Sight required are , The power to see , the light , the visible thing , Being not too small , too thinne , too nigh , too farre , Cleare space , and time the forme distinct to bring . Thus see we how the Soule doth vse the Eyes , As instruments of her quicke power of sight ; Hence do th' Arts Optike , and faire painting rise ; Painting which doth all gentle minds delight . Now let vs heare how she the Eares employes ; Hearing . Their office is the troubled Aire to take , Which in their Mazes formes a sound or noise , Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make . These wickets of the Soule are plac'd on hie , Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft ; And that they may not pierce too violently , They are delayed with turnes and windings oft . For should the voice directly strike the braine , It would astonish and confuse it much ; Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restraine , That it the Organ may more gently touch . As Streames , which with their winding banks do play , Stopt by their Creeks , run softly through the plaine ; So in the Eares labrinth the voyce doth stray , And doth with easie motion touch the braine . It is the slowest , yet the daintiest Sense , For euen the eares of such as haue no skill , Perceiue a discord , and conceiue Offence , And knowing not what is good , yet find the ill . And though this Sense first gentle Musicke found , Her proper obiect is the speech of men ; But that speech chiefly , which Gods herralds sound , When their Tongs vtter , what his Spirit did pen . Our Eyes haue lids , our Eares still ope we see , Quickly to heare , how euery tale is proued ; Our Eyes still moue , our Eares vnmoued bee , That though we heare quicke , we be not quickly moued . Thus by the Organs of the Eye and Eare , The Soule with knowledge doth her selfe endew ; Thus she her prison may with pleasure beare , Hauing such prospect All the world to view . These Conduit pipes of knowledge , feed the mind , But th' other three attend the Body still ; For by their seruices the Soule doth find , What things are to the Body good , or ill . Taste . The Bodies life with meates and Aire is fed , Therefore the Soule doth vse the tasting power , In Veines , which through the Tong & Palate spred , Distinguish euery rellish , sweete , and sower . This is the Bodies Nurse ; but since mans wit Found th' art of Cookerie , to delight his Sense , More bodies are consum'd and kild with it , Then with the sword , famine , or pestilence . Next in the Nosthrils she doth vse the smell , Smelling . As God the breath of life in them did giue , So makes he now his power in them to dwell , To iudge all Aires , whereby we breath and liue . This Sense is also mistresse of an Art , Which to soft people sweete perfumes doth sell : Though this deare Art doth litle good impart , " Since they smell best , that do of nothing smell . And yet good sents do purifie the braine , Awake the Fancie , and the Wits refine ; Hence old Deuotion , Incense did ordaine , To make mens spirits more apt for thoughts diuine . Lastly the Feeling power , Feeling . which is Lifes roote , Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed , By sinewes which extend from head to foote , And like a Net all ore the body spred . Much like a subtill Spider , which doth sit In middle of her Web , which spreadeth wide , If ought do touch the vtmost threed of it , She feeles it instantly on euery side . By touch the first pure qualities we learne , Which quicken all things hote , cold , moyst , and drie ; By touch , hard , soft , rough , smooth , we do discerne ; By touch , sweete pleasure , and sharpe paine we trie . These are the outward Instruments of Sense ; These are the Guards , which euery thing must passe , Ere it approch the minds intelligence , Or touch the Phantasie , wits looking glasse . The imagination or common Sense . And yet these Porters which all things admit , Them selues perceiue not , nor discerne the things : One Common power doth in the forehead sit , Which all their proper formes together brings . For all those Nerues , which spirits of Sense do beare , And to those outward Organs spreading go , Vnited are as in a Center there , And there this power those sundry forms doth know . Those outward Organs present things receiue , This inward Sense doth absent things retaine ; Yet straight transmits all formes she doth perceiue , Vnto a higher region of the braine . The Phantasie . Where Phantasie , neare handmaid to the mind , Sits , and beholds , and doth discerne them all ; Compounds in one , things diuerse in their kind ; Compares the blacke and white , the great and small . Besides those single formes , she doth esteeme , And in her Ballance doth their values trie , Where some things good , & som things ill do seeme , And neutrall some in her phantasticke eye . This busie power is working day and night ; For when the outward Senses rest do take , A thousand Dreames phantasticall and light , With fluttering wings do keepe her still awake . Yet alwayes all may not afore her bee ; The sensatiue memorie . Successiuely she this , and that intends ; Therefore such formes as she doth cease to see , To Memories large volume she commends . This Lidger Booke lyes in the braine behind , Like Ianus eye , which in his poll was set ; The Lay-mans Tables , Storehouse of the mind , Which doth remember much , and much forget . Here Senses Apprehension end doth take , As when a Stone is into water cast , One Circle doth another Circle make , Till the last circle touch the banke at last . But though the apprehensiue power do pawse , The passions of Sense . The Motiue vertue then begins to moue , Which in the heart below doth passions cause , Ioy , griefe , and feare , and hope , and hate , and loue . These passions haue a free Commaunding might , And diuerse Actions in our life do breed ; For all Acts done without true reasons light , Do from the passion of the Sense proceed . But sith the Braine doth lodge these powers of Sense , How makes it in the heart those passions spring ? The mutuall loue , the kind intelligence Twixt heart and braine , this sympathy doth bring . From the kind heate , which in the heart doth raigne , The spirits of life do their beginning take ; These spirits of life ascending to the braine , When they come there , the spirits of Sense do make . These spirits of Sense in Phantasies high Court , Iudge of the formes of Obiects ill or well ; And so they send a good or ill report , Downe to the hart , where all Affections dwell . If the report be good , it causeth loue , And longing hope , and well assured ioy : If it be ill , then doth it hatred moue , And trembling feare , and vexing griefes annoy . Yet were these naturall affections good ; ( For they which want them blocks or diuels be ) If reason in her first perfection stood , That she might Natures passions rectifie . Besides , an other Motiue power doth rise The motion of life . Out of the hart : from whose pure bloud do spring , The vitall Spirits , which borne in Arteries , Continuall motion to all parts do bring . This makes the pulses beate , and lungs respire , The locall motion . This holds the sinewes like a bridles Raines , And makes the body to aduaunce , retire , To turne , or stop , as she them slacks , or straines . Thus the Soule tunes the bodies Instrument ; These harmonies she makes with life and sense ; The organes fit are by the body lent , But th' actions flow from the Soules influence . But now I haue a will , yet want a wit , The intellectual powers of the soule . To expresse the working of the wit and will , Which though their roote be to the body knit , Vse not the body , when they vse their skill . These powers the nature of the Soule declare , For to mans Soule these onely proper bee ; For on the earth no other wights there are , Which haue these heauenly powers , but only wee . The wit , the pupill of the Soules cleare eye , The wit or vnderstanding . And in mans world the onely shining Starre ; Lookes in the mirrour of the phantasie , Where all the gatherings of the Senses are . From thence this power the shapes of things abstracts , And them within her passiu part receiues ; Which are enlightned by that part which acts , And so the formes of single things perceiues . But after by discoursing to and fro , Anticipating , and comparing things ; She doth all vniuersall natures know , And all effectes into their causes brings . Reason . When she rates things , & moues from ground to ground , The name of Reason she obtaines by this : But when by reasons she the truth hath found , Vnderstanding . And standeth fixt , she vnderstanding is . When her assent she lighly doth encline Opinion . To either part , she is opinion light : But when she doth by principles define Iudgement . A Certaine truth , she hath true Iudgements sight . And as from Senses Reasons worke doth spring , So many Reasons vnderstanding gaine , And many vnderstandings , knowledge bring ; And by much knowledge , wisdome we obtaine . So , many staires we must ascend vpright , Ere we attaine to wisdomes high degree ; So doth this earth eclipse our reasons light , Which else ( in instants ) would like Angels see . Yet hath the Soule a dowrie naturall , And sparks of light some common things to see ; Not being a blanck , where nought is writ at all , But what the writer will may written bee : For nature in mans hart her lawes doth pen ; Prescribing truth to wit , and good to will ; Which do accuse , or else excuse all men , For euery thought , or practise , good , or ill . And yet these sparks grow almost infinite , Making the world , and all therein their food ; As fire so spreads as no place holdeth it , Being nourisht still , with new supplies of wood . And though these sparks were almost quencht with sin , Yet they whom that Iust one hath Iustifide ; Haue them encreasd , with heauenly light within , And like the widowes oyle still multiplide . And as this wit should goodnesse truly know , The power of will . We haue a wit which that true good should chuse ; Though will do oft , ( when wit false formes doth show . Take ill for good , and good for ill refuse . Will puts in practise what the wit deuiseth ; The Relation 〈…〉 Will euer acts , and wit contemplates still , And as from wit the power of wisdome riseth , All other vertues daughters are of will . Will is the Prince , and wit the Counsellour , Which doth for common good in Councell sit ; And when wit is resolu'd , will lends her power , To execute , what is aduisd by wit . Wit is the minds chief Iudge , which doth Comptroule Of fancies Court the iudgements false and vaine ; Will holds the royall Scepter in the Soule , And on the passions of the hart doth raigne . Will is as Free as any Emperour ; Nought can restraigne her gentle libertie : No Tyrant , nor no Torment hath the powre , To make vs will , when we vnwilling bee . The intellectuall memorie . To these high powers a Store-house doth pertaine , Where they all Arts and generall Reasons lay , Which in the Soule , euen after death remaine , And no Lethoean Flud can wash away . This is the Soule and those her vertues bee , Which though they haue their sundry proper ends , And one exceeds another in degree , Yet each on other mutually depends . Our wit is giuen , Almightie God to know ; Our will is giuen to loue him being knowne ; But God could not be knowne to vs below , But by his works , which through the sense are shown ; And as the wit doth reape the fruits of sense , So doth the quickning powre the senses feed ; Thus while they do their sundry gifts dispence , The best the seruice of the least doth need . Euen so the King his Magistrats do serue ; Yet commons feede both Magistrate and King ; The commons peace the Magistrats preserue . By borrowed power , which from the Prince doth spring . The quickning power would be , and so would rest ; The sense would not be onely , but be well ; But wits ambition longeth to be best , For it desires in endlesse blisse to dwell . And these three powers three sorts of men do make ; For some like plants their veines do onely fill ; And some like beasts their senses pleasure take ; And some like Angels do Contemplate still . Therefore the fables turnd some men to flowers , And others did with brutish formes inuest , And did of others make Celestiall powers , Like Angels , which still trauell , yet still rest . Yet these three powres are not three Soules , but one ; As one and two are both containd in three , Three being one number by it selfe alone ; A shadow of the blessed Trinitie . An Acclamation . O what is man ( great maker of mankind ) That thou to him so great respect dost beare ? That thou adornst him with so bright a mind , Mak'st him a king , and euen an Angels peere ? O what a liuely life , what heauenly power , What spreading vertue , what a sparkling Fire , How great , how plentifull , how rich a dowre , Do'st thou within this dying Flesh inspire ! Thou leau'st thy print in other workes of thine , But thy whole image thou in man hast writ ; There cannot be a creature more diuine , Except ( like thee ) it should be infinit . But it exceeds mans thought , to think how high God hath raizd man , since God a man became ; The Angels do admire this mysterie , And are astonisht when they view the same . That the soule is immortall , and cannot dye . Nor hath he giuen these blessings for a day , Nor made them on the bodies life depend ; The Soule , though made in time , Suruiues for aye , And though it hath beginning , sees no end . Her onely end , is neuer ending blisse ; Which is , th' eternall Face of God to see ; Who last of ends , and first of causes is , And to do this , she must eternall bee . How senslesse then and dead a Soule hath hee , Which thinks his Soule doth with his body dye ? Or thinks not so , but so would haue it bee , That he might sinne with more securitie ? For though these light and vicious persons say , Our Soule is but a smoke , or ayery blast , Which during life doth in our nosthrils play , And when we die , doth turne to wind at last ; Although they say , come , let vs eate and drinke , Our life is but a sparke , which quickly dyes ; Though thus they say , they know not what to thinke , But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise . Therefore no heretikes desire to spread Their light opinions , like these Epicures ; For so their staggering thoughts are comforted , And other mens assent their doubt assures . Yet though these men against their conscience striue , There are some sparkles in their flintie breasts , Which cannot be extinct , but still reuiue , That though they would , they cannot quite be beasts . But who so makes a mirror of his mind , And doth with patience view himselfe therein , His Soules eternitie shall clearly find , Though th' other beauties be defac't with sinne . 1 1 Reason . Drawne from the desire of knowledge . First in mans mind we find an appetite To learne and know the truth of euery thing , Which is connaturall , and borne with it , And from the Essence of the Soule doth spring . With this desire she hath a natiue might To find out euery truth , if she had time Th' innumerable effects to sort aright , And by degrees from cause to cause to clime . But since our life so fast away doth slide , As doth a hungry Eagle through the wind , Or as a Ship transported with the tide , Which in their passage leaue no print behind ; Of which swift litle time so much we spend , While some few things we through the sense do straine ; That our short race of life is at an end , Ere we the principles of skill attaine . Or God ( which to vaine ends hath nothing done ) In vaine this appetite and power hath giuen , Or else our knowledge which is here begon , Hereafter must be perfected in heauen . God neuer gaue a power to one whole kind , But most part of that kind did vse the same ; Most eyes haue perfect sight , though some be blind ; Most leggs can nymbly run , though some be lame ; But in this life no Soule the truth can know So perfectly , as it hath power to do ; If then perfection be not found below , An higher place must make her mount thereto . Againe , how can she but immortall bee ? a. a. Reason . Drawn from the motion of the Soule . When with the motions of both will and wit , She still aspireth to eternitie , And neuer rests , till she attaine to it ? Water in conduit pipes can rise no higher Then the well head , from whence it first doth spring ; Then since to eternall God she doth aspire , She cannot be but an eternall thing . " All mouing things to other things do moue " Of the same kind , which shewes their nature such ; So earth fals downe , and fire doth mount aboue , Till both their proper Elements do touch . And as the moisture which the thirstie earth The Soule compared to a Riuer . Suckes from the sea , to fill her emptie vaines , From out her wombe at last doth take a birth , And runnes a Nymph along the grassie plaines ; Long doth she stay , as loath to leaue the land , From whose soft side she first did issue make ; She tastes all places , turnes to euery hand , Her flowrie bankes vnwilling to forsake : Yet nature so her streames doth lead and carry , As that her course doth make no finall stay , Till she her selfe vnto the Ocean marry , Within whose watry bosome first she lay ; Euen so the Soule , which in this earthly mould The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse ; Because at first she doth the earth behold , And onely this materiall world she viewes ; At first our mother earth she holdeth dere , And doth embrace the world and worldly things ; She flyes close by the ground , and houers here , And mounts not vp , with her celestiall wings . Yet vnder heauen she cannot light on ought , That with her heauenly nature doth agree ; She cannot rest , she cannot fixe her thought , She cannot in this world contented be . For who did euer yet in honour , wealth , Or pleasure of the sense contentment find ? Who euer ceasd ' to wish , when he had health ; Or hauing wisedome , was not vext in mind ? Then as a Bee which among weeds doth fall Which seeme sweet floures , with lustre fresh , & gay , She lights on that , and this , and tasteth all , But pleasd ' with none , doth rise and fore away ; So when the soule finds here no true content , And like Noahs Doue can no sure footing take , She doth returne from whence she first was sent , And flyes to him that first her wings did make . Wit seeking truth , from cause to cause ascends , And neuer rests , till it the first attaine ; Will , seeking good , finds manie middle ends , But neuer stayes , till it the last do gaine . Now God the Truth and first of causes is , God is the last good end , which lasteth still , Being Alpha and ωmega nam'd for this , Alpha to wit , ωmega to the will . Sith then her heauenly kind she doth bewray , In that to God she doth directly moue ; And on no mortall thing can make her stay , She cannot be from hence , but from aboue . And yet this first true cause , and last good end , She cannot heare so well , and truely see ; For this perfection she must yet attend , Till to her maker she espoused bee . As a Kings daughters , being in person sought Of diuerse Princes , which do neighbour neare , On none of them can fixe a constant thought , Though she to all do lend a gentle eare ; Yet can she loue a Forraine Emperour , Whom of great worth , and power she heares to bee , If she be woo'd but by Embassadour , Or but his letters , or his picture see ; For well she knowes , that when she shal be brought Into the Kingdome , where her spouse doth raigne , Her eyes shall see , what she conceiu'd in thought , Himselfe , his state , his glorie , and his traine ; So while the virgin Soule on Earth doth stay , She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand wayes By these great powers , which on the earth beare sway , The wisedome of the world , wealth , pleasure , praise . With these sometime she doth her time beguile , These do by fits her phantasie possesse ; But she distasts them all within a while , And in the sweetest finds a Tediousnesse . But if vpon the worlds Almightie King , She once do fixe her humble louing thought , Which by his picture drawne in euerie thing , And sacred messages her loue hath sought ; Of him she thinks she cannot thinke too much , This hony tasted still , is euer sweete ; The pleasure of her rauisht thought is such , As almost here , she with her blisse doth meete . But when in heauen she shall his Essence see , This is her soueraigne good , and perfect blisse , Her longings , wishings , hopes , all finisht bee , Her ioyes are full , her Motions rest in this ; There is she Crownd with garlands of content , There doth she Manna eate , and Nectar drinke ; That presence doth such high delights present , As neuer tongue could speake , nor hart could think . For this the better Soules do oft despise 3 3 Reason . From contempt of death in the better sort of spirits The bodies death , and do it oft desire : For when on ground the burthened ballance lyes , The emptie part is lifted vp the higher . But if the bodies death the Soule should kill , Then death must needs against her nature bee ; And were it so , all Soules would flye it still , For Nature hates and shunnes her contrarie . For all things else , which Nature makes to bee , Their being to preserue are cheifly taught ; For though some things desire a chaunge to see , Yet neuer thing did long to turne to nought . If then by death the soule were quenched quite , She could not thus against her nature runne ; Since euerie senslesse thing by Natures light , Doth preseruation seeke , destruction shunne . Nor could the worlds best spirits so much erre , If death tooke all , that they should all agree , Before this life their honor to preferre ; For what is praise to things that nothing bee ? Againe , if by the bodies prop she stand , If on the bodies life , her life depend , As Meleagers on the fatall brand , The bodies good she onely would intend . We should not find her halfe so braue and bold , To lead it to the warres , and to the Seas ; To make it suffer watching , hunger , cold , When it might feed with plentie , rest with ease . Doubtlesse all Soules haue a suruiuing thought ; Therefore of death we thinke with quiet mind ; But if we thinke of being turn'd to nought , A trembling horror in our Soules we find . 4 4 Reason . From the feare of death in the wicked soules . And as the better spirit , when she doth beare A scorne of death , doth shew she cannot dye ; So when the wicked Soule deaths face doth feare , Euen then she proues her owne Eternity . For when deaths forme appeares , she feareth not An vtter quenching , or extinguishment ; She would be glad to meere with such a lot , That so she might all future ill preuent ; But she doth doubt what after may befall ; For natures law accuseth her within , And saith , T' is true that is affirm'd by all , That after Death there is a paine for sinne . Then she which hath bene hudwinckt from her birth , Doth first her selfe within Deaths mirror see ; And when her bodie doth returne to earth , She first takes care , how she alone shall bee . Who euer sees these irreligious men , With burthen of a sicknesse weake and faint ; But heares them talking of religion then , And vowing of their Soules to euery Saint ? When was there euer cursed Atheist brought Vnto the Gibbet , but he did adore That blessed power , which he had set at nought , Scorn'd and blasphemed , all his life before ? These light vaine persons still are drunke and mad , With surfettings , and pleasures of their youth ; But at their deaths they are fresh , sober , sad , Then they discerne , and then they speake the truth . If then all Soules both good and bad do teach , With generall voice , that Soules can neuer dye ; T' is not mans flattering glose , but Natures speach , Which like Gods oracle , can neuer lye . 5 5 Reason . From the generall desire of Immortalitie . Hence springs that vniuersall strong desire , Which all men haue of Immortalitie ; Not some Few spirits vnto this thought aspire , But all mens minds in this vnited bee . Then this desire of Nature is not vaine , " She couets not Impossibilities ; " Fond thoughts may fall into some idle braine , " But one Assent of all , is euerwise . From hence that generall care and studie springs , That launching and progression of the mind , Which all men haue so much of Future things , As they no ioy do in the present find . From this desire , that maine desire proceeds , Which all men haue , suruiuing Fame to gaine , By Tombes , by Bookes , by memorable Deedes ; For she that this desires , doth still remaine . Hence lastly springs Care of posterities , For things their kind would euerlasting make ; Hence is it , that old men do plant young Trees , The fruite whereof another age shall take . If we these Rules vnto our selues apply , And view them by reflection of the mind ; All these true notes of Immortalitie , In our Hearts Tables we shall written find . And though some impious wits do questions moue , And doubt if Soules immortall be or no ; That doubt their Immortalitie doth proue , 6 6 Reason . From the very doubt and disputation of Immortalitie . Because they seeme immortall things to know . For he which reasons on both parts doth bring , Doth some things mortall , some immortall call ; Now if himselfe were but a mortall thing , He could not Iudge immortall things at all . For when we iudge , our minds we mirrours make ; And as those glasses which materiall Bee , Formes of materiall things do onely take ; For thoughts or minds in them we cannot see : So when we God and Angels do conceiue , And thinke of truth , which is eternall to ; Then do our minds immortall formes receiue , Which if they mortall were , they could not do . And as if beasts conceiu'd what Reason were , And that conception should distinctly show , They should the name of reasonable beare ; For without Reason none could reason know . So when the Soule mounts with so high a wing , As of eternall things she doubts can moue ; She proofes of her eternitie doth bring , Euen when she striues the contrary to proue . For euen the thought of Immortalitie , Being an act done without the bodies aide , Shewes that her selfe alone could moue , and bee , Although the body in the graue were laide . And if her selfe she can so liuely moue , And neuer need a forraine helpe to take , Then must her motion euerlasting proue , " Because her selfe she neuer can forsake . That the Soule cannot be destroyed But though corruption cannot touch the mind , By any cause that from it selfe may spring ; Some outward cause fate hath perhaps designd , Which to the Soule may vtter quenching bring . ●●● cauie ●●●seth ●o . Perhaps her cause may cease , and she may die ; God is her cause , his word her maker was , Which shall stand fixt for all eternitie , When heauen and earth shall like a shadow passe . She hath no contrary . Perhaps some thing repugnant to her kind , By strong Antipathy the Soule may kill ; But what can be contrarie to the mind , Which holds all contraries in concord still ? She lodgeth heate , and cold , and moist , and drye , And life , and death , and peace , and warre together , Ten thousand fighting things in her do lye , Yet neither troubleth or disturbeth either . Perhaps for want of foode the Soule may pine ; She cannot dye for want of food . But that were strange , since all things bad and good , Since all Gods creatures mortall and diuine , Since God himselfe is her eternall food . Bodies are fed with things of mortall kind , And so are subiect to mortalitie ; But truth , which is eternall , feeds the mind ; The tree of life which will not let her dye . Yet violence perhaps the Soule destroyes ; Violence not destroy her . As lightning or the Sun-beames dimme the sight ; Or as a thunder-clap or Cannons noyse , The powre of hearing doth astonish quite . But high perfection to the Soule it brings , T' encounter things most excellent and high ; For when she viewes the best and greatest things , They do not hurt , but rather cleare her eye . Besides as Homers Gods gainst Armies stand , Her subtle forme can through all dangers slide ; Bodies are captiue , minds endure no band , " And will is free , and can no force abide . But lastly , Ti●● perhaps at last hath power To spend her liuely powers , and quench her light ; Time cannot destroy her . But old God Saturne which doth all deuour , Doth cherish her , and still augment her might . Heauen waxeth old , and all the Spheares aboue Shall one day faint , and their swift motion stay ; And Time it selfe in Time shall cease to moue ; Onely the Soule suruiues , and liues for aye . " Our bodies euery footstep that they make , " March towards death , vntill at last they dye ; " Whether we worke , or play , or sleep , or wake , " Our life doth passe , and with times wings doth flie . But to the Soule Time doth perfection giue , And ads fresh lustre to her beautie still ; And makes her in eternall youth to liue , Like her which Nectar to the Gods doth fill . The more she liues , the more she feeds on truth , The more she feeds , her strength doth more increase ; And what is strength , but an effect of youth ? Which if time nurse , how can it euer cease ? Obiections against the Immortalitie of the Soule . But now these Epicures begin to smile , And say , my doctrine is more safe then true , And that I fondly do my selfe beguile , While these receiu'd opinions I ensue . 1 1 Obiection . For what , say they , doth not the Soule wax old ? How comes it then , that aged men do doate ? And that their braines grow sottish , dull , and cold , Which were in youth the onely spirits of noate ? What ? are not Soules within themselues corrupted ? How can there Idiots then by Nature bee ? How is it that some wits are interrupted , That now they dazled are , now clearely see ? These Questions make a subtle Argument , Aunswer . To such as thinke both Sense and reason one ; To whom nor agent , from the Instrument , Nor power of working , from the worke is knowne . But they that know that wit can show no skill , But when she things in Senses glasse doth view , Do know , if accident this glasse do spill , It nothing sees , or sees the false for true . For if that region of the tender braine , Wherein th' inward sense of phantasie should sit , And th' outward senses gatherings should retaine , By nature , or by chance , become vnfit . Either at first vncapable it is , And so few things or none at all receiues , Or mard by accident , which haps amisse , And so amisse it euery thing perceiues ; Then as a cunning Prince that vseth Spies , If they returne no newes , doth nothing know ; But if they make aduertizement of Lyes ; The Princes Counsell all awrie do go ; Euen so the Soule to such a body knit , Whose inward senses vndisposed bee , And to receiue the formes of things vnfit , Where nothing is brought in , can nothing see . This makes the Idiot , which hath yet a mind , Able to know the truth , and chuse the good , If she such figures in the braine did find , As might be found , if it in temper stood . But if a Phrensie do possesse the braine , It so disturbes and blots the formes of things , As phantasie proues altogether vaine , And to the wit no true relation brings . Then doth the wit admitting all for true , Build fond conclusions on those idle grounds ; Then doth it flie the good , and ill pursue , Beleeuing all that this false Spie propounds . But purge the humors , and the rage appease , Which this distemper in the fancie wrought , Then will the wit , which neuer had disease , Discourse , and Iudge discreetly as it ought . So though the clouds eclips the Suns faire light , Yet from his face they do not take one beame ; So haue our eyes their perfect power of sight , Euen when they looke into a troubled streame . Then these defects in Senses organes bee , Not in the Soule , or in her working might ; She cannot loose her perfect power to see , Though mists , & clouds , do choke her window light . These Imperfections then we must impute , Not to the Agent , but the Instrument ; We must not blame Apollo , but his lute , If false accords from her false strings be sent . The Soule in all hath one Intelligence ; Though too much moisture in an Infants braine , And too much drinesse in an old mans sense , Cannot the prints of outward things retaine ; Then doth the Soule want worke , and idle sit , And this we childishnesse , and dotage call ; Yet hath she then a quicke and actiue wit , If she had stuffe and tooles to worke withall . For , giue her organes fit , and obiects faire ; Giue but the aged man the yong mans sense ; Let but Medea AEsons youth repaire , And straight she shewes her wonted excellence . As a good harper stricken farre in yeares , Into whose cunning hands the gowte is fall ; All his old Crochets in his braine he beares , But on his harpe playes ill , or not at all ; But if Apollo take his gowte away , That he his nimble fingers may applie , Apolloes selfe will enuie at his play , And all the world applaud his minstralsie . Then dotage is no weaknesse of the mind , But of the Sense : for if the mind did wast , In all old men we should this wasting find , When they some certaine terme of yeares had past . But most of them euen to their dying howre , Retaine a mind more liuely , quick , and strong , And better vse their vnderstanding power , Then when their braines were warme , & limmes were yong . For though the body wasted be and weake , And though the leaden forme of earth it beares , Yet when we heare that halfe-dead body speake , We oft are rauisht to the heauenly Spheares . Yet say these men , if all her organes dye , 2 2 Obiection . Then hath the Soule no power her powers to vse ; So in a sort her powers extinct do lye , When vnto act she cannot them reduce . And if her powers be dead , then what is she ? For since from euery thing some powers do spring , And from those powers some acts proceeding bee , Then kill both power , and act , and kill the thing . Doubtlesse the bodies death , when once it dies , The instruments of sense and life doth kill ; So that she cannot vse those faculties , Although their roote rest in her substance still . But ( as the bodie liuing , ) wit and will Can iudge and chuse , without the bodies ayde ; Though on such obiects they are working still , As through the bodies organs are conuayde . So when the bodie serues her turne no more , And all her Senses are extinct and gone , She can discourse of what she learn'd before , In heauenly contemplations all alone . So if one man well on a Lute doth play , And haue good horsemanship , and learnings skill , Though both his Lute and horse we take away , Doth he not keepe his former learning still ? He keepes it doubtlesse , and can vse it to ; And doth both th' other skils in power retaine , And can of both the proper actions do , If with his Lute or Horse he meete againe . So ( though the instruments by which we liue , And view the world , the bodies death do kill ; ) Yet with the body they shall all reuiue , And all their wonted offices fulfill . 3 3 Obiection . But how till then shall she her selfe imploy ? Her spies are dead , which brought home newes before , What she hath got and keepes , she may enioy , But she hath meanes to vnderstand no more . Then what do those poore Soules which nothing get ? Or what do those which get and cannot keepe ? Like Buckets bottomlesse , which all out let ; Those Soules for want of exercise must sleepe . Aunswer . See how mans Soule against it selfe doth striue ; Why should we not haue other meanes to know ? As children while within the wombe they liue Feede by the nauill ; here they feede not so . These children , if they had some vse of sense , And should by chance their mothers talking heare , That in short time they shal come forth from thence , Would feare their birth , more then our death we feare . They would cry out , if we this place shall leaue , Then shall we breake our tender nauill strings ; How shall we then our nourishment receaue , Since our sweet food no other conduit brings ? And if a man should to these babes reply , That into this faire world they shal be brought , Where they shall see the earth , the Sea , the sky ; The glorious Sun , and all that God hath wrought ; That there ten thousand dainties they shall meete , Which by their mouths they shal with pleasure take , Which shal be cordiall too , aswell as sweete , And of their litle lymbes tall bodies make , This would they thinke a fable , euen as we Do thinke the Storie of the golden age ; Or as some sensuall spirits amongst vs be , Which hold the world to come , a faigned stage . Yet shall these infants after find all true , Though then thereof they nothing could conceiue ; Assoone as they are borne , the world they view , And with their mouthes the nurses milke receiue . So when the Soule is borne ( for death is nought , But the Soules birth , and so we should it call ) Ten thousand things she sees beyond her thought , And in an vnknowne maner knowes them all . Then doth she see by Spectacles no more , She heares not by report of double spies ; Her selfe in instants doth all things explore , For each thing present , and before her lyes . But still this crew with questions me pursues : 4 4 Obiection . If Soules deceasd ( say they ) still liuing bee , Why do they not returne , to bring vs newes Of that strange world , where they such wonders see ? Answer . Fondmen if we beleeue , that men do liue Vnder the Zenith of both frozen Poles , Though none come thence aduertizement to giue , Why beare we not the like faith of our Soules ? The Soule hath here on earth no more to do , Then we haue businesse in our mothers wombe : What child doth couet to returne thereto ? Although all children first from thence do come ? But as Noahs pigeon which returnd no more , Did shew shee footing found for all the flood ; So when good Soules departed through deaths dore Come not againe , it shewes their dwelling good . And doubtlesse such a Soule as vp doth mount , And doth appeare before her Makers face , Holds this vile world in such a base account , As she lookes downe , & scornes this wretched place . But such as are detruded downe to hell , Either for shame they still themselues retire ; Or tyed in chaines , they in close prison dwell , And cannot come , although they much desire . 5 5 Obiection Well well say these vaine spirits , though vaine it is To thinke our Soules to heauen or hell do go , Politique men haue thought it not amisse , To spread this lye , to make men vertuous so . Do you then thinke this morall vertue good ? Answer . I thinke you do ; euen for your priuate gaine ; For common wealths by vertue euer stood , And common good the priuate doth containe . If then this vertue you do loue so well , Haue you no meanes her practize to maintaine , But you this lye must to the people tell , That good Soules liue in ioy , and ill in paine ? Must vertue be preserued by a lye ? Vertue and Truth do euer best agree ; By this it seemes to be a veritie , Since the effects so good and vertuous bee . For as the Diuell father is of lyes , So vice and mischiefe do his lyes ensue ; Then this good doctrine did not he deuise , But made this lye , which saith it is not true . For how can that be false , which euery tong Of euery mortall man , affirmes for true ? The generall consent of ●l . Which truth hath in all ages bene so strong , As lodestone-like all harts it euer drew . For not the Christian , or the Iew alone , The Persian , or the Turke , acknowledge this , This mysterie to the wild Indian knowne , And to the Canniball and Tartar is . This rich Assirian drugge growes euerywhere , As common in the North , as in the East ; This doctrine doth not enter by the eare , But of it selfe is natiue in the breast . None that acknowledge God , or prouidence , Their Soules eternitie did euer doubt , For all religion takes her roote from hence , Which no poore naked nation liues without . For since the world for man created was , ( For onely man the vse thereof doth know ) If man do perish like a withered grasse , How doth Gods wisdome order things below ? And if that wisdome still wise ends propound , Why made he man of other creatures king ? When ( if he perish here ) there is not found , In all the world so poore and vile a thing ? If death do quench vs quite , we haue great wrong , Since for our seruice all things else were wrought , That Dawes , and Trees , and Rocks , should last so long , When we must in an instant passe to nought . But blest be that great power , that hath vs blest , With longer life then heauen or earth can haue ; Which hath enfusd into one mortall brest Immortall powers , not subiect to the graue . For though the Soule do seeme her graue to beare , And in this world is almost buried quick , We haue no cause the bodies death to feare , " For when the shell is broke , out comes a chick . For as the Soules Essentiall powers are three , Three kinds of life aunswerable to the three powers of the soule . The quickning power , the power of Sense , and Reason , Three kinds of life to her designed bee , Which perfect these three powers in their due season . The first life in the mothers wombe is spent , Where she her nursing power doth onely vse ; Where when she finds defect of nourishment , Sh'expels her body , and this world she viewes . This we call Birth , but if the child could speake , He death would call it , and of nature plaine , That she would thrust him out naked , and weake , And in his passage pinch him with such paine . Yet out he comes , and in this world is plac't , Where all his Senses in perfection bee , Where he finds flowers to smell , and fruits to tast , And sounds to heare , and sundry formes to see . When he hath past some time vpon this Stage , His reason then a litle seemes to wake ; Which though she spring when sense doth faile with Yet can she here , no perfect practise make . Then doth th' aspiring Soule the bodie leaue , Which we call death ; but were it knowne to all , What life our Soules do by this death receaue , Men would it birth , or Gaole deliuery call . In this third life Reason will be so bright , As that her sparke will like the Sun-beames shine , And shall of God enioy the reall sight , Being still increast by influence diuine . O ignorant poore man , An acclamation . what doost thou beare , Lock't vp within the Casket of thy breast ? What Iewels , and what riches hast thou there ? What heauenly treasure in so weake a cheast ? Looke in thy Soule , and thou shalt beauties find , Like those which drownd Narcissus in the floud , Honor , and Pleasure both are in thy mind , And all that in the world is counted good . Thinke of her worth , and thinke that God did meane , This worthie mind should worthy things embrace ; Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts vncleane , Nor her dishonor with thy passions base ; Kill not her quickning power with surfettings , Marre not her sense with Sensualities , Cast not her serious wit on idle things , Make not her free will slaue to vanities . And when thou thinkst of her eternitie , Thinke not that death against her nature is ; Thinke it a birth : and when thou goest to die , Sing like a Swan , as if thou wentst to blisse . And if thou like a Child didst feare before , Being in the darke , where thou didst nothing see ; Now I haue brought thee torch-light , Feare no more ; Now when thou Diest , thou canst not hudwinkt bee . And thou my Soule , which turnst thy Curious eye , To view the beames of thine owne forme diuine , Know , that thou canst know nothing perfectly , While thou art Clouded with this flesh of mine . Take heed of ouer-weening , and compare Thy Peacocks feet with thy gay Peacocks traine : Studie the best , and highest things that are , But of thy selfe an humble thought retaine ; Cast downe thy selfe , and onely striue to raise The glorie of thy Makers sacred name ; Vse all thy powers , that blessed power to praise , Which giues thee power to be , and vse the same . FINIS .
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