sus. son. into the principles both of natural and superna tural motives: hereby the soul is made intelligible, which comprehends all things besides; the boundless tracks of sea and laud, and the vaster spaces of Heaven; that vital principle of action, which has always been busied in inquiries abroad, is now made known to itself; insomuch that wemay find out what we ourselves are, from whence we came, and whither we must go; we may per sacred style, the style of oracles and laws. The vows and thanks of the people were recommended to their gods in songs and hymns. Why may they not retain this privilege? for if prose should contend with verse, it would be upon unequal terms, and, as it were, on foot against the wings of PegaWith what delight are we touched in hearing the stories of Hercules, Achilles, Cyrus, and Æneas? Because in their characters we have wisdom, honour, fortitude, and justice, set before our eyes.ceive what noble guests those are, which we lodge It was Plato's opinion, that if a man could see vir- in our bosoms, which are nearer to us than all tue, he would be strangely enamoured on her per- other things, and yet nothing further from our ac Which is the reason why Horace and Virgil quaintance. have continued so long in reputation, because they have drawn her in all the charms of poetry. No man is so senseless of rational impressions, as not to be wonderfully affected with the pastorals of the ancients, when under the stories of wolves and sheep, they describe the misery of people under hard masters, and their happiness under good. So the bitter but wholesome iambic was wont to make villany blush; the satire incited men to laugh at folly; the comedian chastised the common errours of life; and the tragedian made kings afraid to be tyrants, and tyrants to be their own tormentors. Wherefore, as sir Philip Sidney said of Chaucer, that he knew not which he should most wonder at, either that he in his dark time should see so distinctly, or that we in this clear age should go so stumblingly after him; so may we marvel at and bewail the low condition of poetry now, when in our plays scarce any one rule of decorum is observed, but in the space of two hours and an half we pass through all the fits of Bedlam; in one scene we are all in mirth, in the next we are sunk into sadness; whilst even the nost laboured parts are commonly starved for want of thought; a confused heap of words, and empty sound of rhyme. But here all the labyrinths and windings of the human frame are laid open: it is seen by what pullies and wheels the work is carried on, as plainly as if a window were opened into our breast for it is the work of God alone to create à mind.-The next to this is to show how its operations are performed. THE *N. TATE, AUTHOR'S DEDICATION TO QUEEN ELIZABETH. To that clear majesty which in the north Doth, like another Sun, in glory rise, Which standeth fix'd, yet spreads her heav'nly worth; Loadstone to hearts, and loadstar to all eyes. Like Heav'n in all, like Earth to this alone, To the divinest and the richest mind, Both by Art's purchase, and by Nature's dow'r, That ever was from Heaven to Earth confin'd, To show the utmost of a creature's pow'r: This very consideration should advance the esteem of the following poem, wherein are represented the various movements of the mind; at which we are as much transported as with the most excellent scenes of passion in Shakspeare, or Fletcher: for in this, as in a mirrour (that will not flatter) we see how the soul arbitrates in the understanding upon the various reports of sense, and all the changes of imagination: how compliant the will is to her dictates, and obeys her as a queen does her king. At the same time acknowledging a subjection, and yet retaining a majesty. How the passions move at her command, like a well disciplined army; from which regular composure of To that great spring, which doth great kingdoms the faculties, all operating in their proper time and place, there arises a complacency upon the whole soul, that infinitely transcends all other pleasures. What deep philosophy is this! to discover the process of God's art in fashioning the soul of man after his own image; by remarking how one part moves another, and how those motions are varied by several positions of each part, from the first springs and plummets, to the very hand that points out the visible and last effects. What eloquence and force of wit to convey these profound specalations in the easiest language, expressed in words' so vulgarly received, that they are understood by the meanest capacities! " For the poet takes care in every line to satisfy the understandings of mankind: he follows step by step the workings of the mind from the first strokes of sense, then of fancy, afterwards of judgment, move; [streams, I offer up some sparkles of that fire, >> >* Whereby we reason, live, and move and be, Fair soul, since to the fairest body foin'd, As keeps it still in youth's immortal flower: Wer did my parents send me to the schools, For when God's hand had written in the hearts And when their reason's eye was sharp and clear, Een then to them the spirit of lies suggests, A carious wish, which did corrupt their will. So that themselves were first to do the ill, Fre they thereof the knowledge could attain, Like him that knew not poison's power to kill, Until (by tasting it) himself was slain. Fen so by tasting of that fruit forbid, Where they sought knowledge, they did errour Ill they desir'd to know, and ill they did; [find; And to give passion eyes, made reason blind. And yet, alas! when all our lamps are burn'd, What can we know? or what can we discern? How can we hope, that through the eye and ear, So might the heir, whose father hath in play Hope to restore the patrimony spent. The wits that div'd most deep, and soar'd most high, Seeking man's pow'rs, have found his weakness "Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly, [such: We learn so little and forget so much." For this the wisest of all moral men Said, he knew nought, but that he nought did know, And the great mocking-master mock'd not then, When he said, truth was buried deep below. Fow how may owe to other things attain, voda) 3 ☎| And while the face of outward things we fundþra For e'en at first reflection she espies, endure: ab 902 LOUN 1.7626 Such strange chimeras, and such monsters there, For this few know themselves for merchants broke TPleasing and fair, agreeable and sweet,smif These things transport, and carry out the mind,] That with herself, the mind can never meet. Yet if Affliction once her wars bėgin, 10-67. sonič As spiders touch'd, seek their web's inprost part; Nor rules of art, nor precepts of the wise it sno I know my soul hath power to know all things, je mokei# slumrelo J8979 929dt endT q bised ja ver esanoob 119dt dtiw olidW t pas of opiniqo 3dgil risdt gaizzoT 7962 21 Jdt at barns! 26 bwal sit dom T THE SOUL OF MAN, logo1q 197 71979 blooɔ niɛnd b'set on to egro 11 8 bnot bas MANDoe, Juoz sdt gaidɔvoT THE Ju IMMORTALITY THERE W 9704 galdssage bus allege Jdynes) THE lights of Heav'n (which are the world's faireyer) Look down into the world, the world to seeg A And as they turn; or wander in the skiesynq 903 »* Survey all things that on this centre/beo) y& 1 O Lights which mak'sf the light, which mak'st the dyodayd died nozzel neblog i asa bak Which set st the eye without, and mind within; 'Lighten my spirit with one clear heavenly ray, Which now to view itself doth first begin. Tie edt eenselo arsbandt bas abru số ph of For bestrueiform how can my spark discern,? Which, dim by nature, art did never clear?to When the great wits, of whom all skill we learn, Are ignorant both what she is, and where. 920M beп1891 edir: 0,6719 H 3950" One thinks the soul is air; another, ifire;own/ Apathe blood,diffus'd about the heart; Anctives saighs the elements conspire, And to her essence each doth give a part. Jdquord died baun vaigast van stat tona? Musicians think our souls are harmonies, and Physicians hold that they complexions be; e Epicures make them swarms of atomies, Which do by chance into our bodies flee. baix & list o lo a bod ym Some think one genital stul fills ev'ry brain, idt Ils wond of 19wog dán [pos But (thou) which lidst man's soul of nothing make, Thou that hast fashiond twice this soul of ours, So that shesis by double title thine,od saW Thou only know'st her nature and her pow'rs Her subtle form thou only canst defined 10M To judge herself, she must herself transcend, ¡A As greater circles comprehend the less V But she wants pow't, her own pow'rs to extend, As fetter'd men cannot their strength express. But thou, bright morning Stan, thow rising San,V Już 170 1.6 i të linta bəɔtưE, POLAI 17k OUT THE BODY. gisest bibade mngues of viandi o SHE is a substance, and a real thing,od whe! Which hath itself an actual working might, Which neither from the senses' power doth spring, Nor from the body's humours temper'd right. She is a vine, which doth no propping need To make her spread herself, or spring upright; not proceed, o She is a star, whose bea native light. From any sun, but from a For when she sorts things present with things past, And thereby things to come doth oft foresee; When she doth doubt at choose at last, These acts her own, without her body be. BHS STORETS done bits,267909 5 mile dor When of the dew, which th' eye and ear do take From flow'rs abroad, and bring into the brain, She doth within both wax and honey make : This work is her's, this is her proper pain. astinya diiw botami semod maltinis e dien t When she from sundry acts one skill doth drawi ̈ 2 Gathering from divers fights one art of warr From many cases, like one rule of law; These her collections, not the senses are. 4+ ~~] 1 That the soul hath a proper operation without the body dt otai deve gnivel vari When in th' effects she doth the causes know, And, seeing the stream, thinks where the spring doth rise; And, seeing the branch, conceives the root below; When she, without a Pegasus, doth fly, She travels then, although the body rest. When all her works she formeth first within, What instruments doth then the body lend? Yet in the body's prison so she lies, As through the body's windows she must look, Her divers powers of sense to exercise, By gath'ring notes out of the world's great book. Nor can herself discourse or judge of ought, But what the sense collects, and home doth bring; And yet the pow'rs of her discoursing thought, From these collections is a diverse thing. For though our eyes can nought but colours see, Yet colours give them not their pow'r of sight: So, though these fruits of sense her objects be, Yet she discerns them by her proper light. So, though this cunning mistress, and this queen, E'en as a prudent emperor, that reigns But things of weight and consequence indeed, As far in judgment, as he doth in state, bili v Or as the man whom princes do advance, 191 By them the forms of outward things she learns, For with a pow'r above the sense she sees? Therefore no sense the precious joys conceives, Which in her private contemplations beziz tá For then the ravish'd spirit th' senses leaves,pak Hath her own pow'rs, and proper actions free, 55 36 300 18zwon bei swî Her harmonies are sweet, and full of skill, »d W When on the body's instruments she plays; But the proportions of the wit and will, 202&d Those sweet accords are even th' angels lays. These tunes of reason are Amphion's lyreyani tud Wherewith he did the Theban city found W These are the notes wherewith the heavenly choi The praise of him which made the Heavy doth sound. |