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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37239	The original, nature, and immortality of the soul a poem : with an introduction concerning humane knowledge / written by Sir John Davies ... ; with a prefatory account concerning the author and poem.; Nosce teipsum	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1697 (1697)	Wing D405; ESTC R14959	39,660	143

And are astonish'd when they view the same Nor hath he giv'n these Blessings for a Day Nor made them on the Body's Life depend The Soul though made in Time survives for ay And though it hath Beginning sees no End SECT XXX That the Soul is Immortal proved by several Reasons HER only End is Never ending Bliss Which is the Eternal Face of GOD to see Who Last of Ends and First of Causes is And to do this she must Eternal be How senseless then and dead a Soul hath he Which thinks his Soul doth with his Body dye Or thinks not so but so would have it be That he might Sin with more Security For though these light and vicious Persons say Our Soul is but a Smoak or airy Blast Which during Life doth in our Nostrils play And when we die doth turn to Wind at last Although they say Come let us eat and drink Our Life is but a Spark which quickly dies Though thus they say they know not what to think But in their Minds ten thousand Doubts arise Therefore no Hereticks desire to spread Their light Opinions like these Epicures For so their stagg'ring Thoughts are comforted And other Men's Assent their Doubt assures Yet though these Men against their Conscience strive There are some Sparkles in their flinty Breasts Which cannot be extinct but still revive That though they would they cannot quite be Beasts But whoso makes a Mirror of his Mind And doth with Patience view himself therein His Soul's Eternity shall clearly find Though th' other Beauties be defac'd with Sin 1. Reason First in Man's Mind we find an Appetite To learn and know the Truth of ev'ry thing Which is co-natural and born with it And from the Essence of the Soul doth spring With this Desire she hath a native Might To find out ev'ry Truth if she had time Th' innumerable Effects to sort aright And by Degrees from Cause to Cause to climb But since our Life so fast away doth slide As doth an hungry Eagle through the Wind Or as a Ship transported with the Tide Which in their Passage leave no print behind Of which swift little Time so much we spend While some few things we through the Sense do strain That our short Race of Life is at an end E're we the Principles of Skill attain Or God who to vain Ends hath nothing done In vain this Appetite and Pow'r hath giv'n Or else our Knowledge which is here begun Hereafter must be perfected in Heav'n God never gave a Pow'r to one whole Kind But most part of that Kind did use the same Most Eyes have perfect Sight though some be blind Most Legs can nimbly run though some be lame But in this Life no Soul the Truth can know So perfecty as it hath Pow'r to do If then Perfection be not found below An higher place must make her mount thereto 2. Reason Again How can she but Immortal be When with the Motions of both Will and Wit She still aspireth to Eternity And never rests till she attain to it Water in Conduit-pipes can rise no higher Than the Well-head from whence it first doth spring Then since to Eternal GOD she doth aspire She cannot be but an Eternal Thing All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind which shews their Nature such So Earth falls down and Fire doth mount above Till both their proper Elements do touch And as the Moisture which the thirsty Earth Sucks from the Sea to fill her empty Veins From out her Womb at last doth take a Birth And runs a Nymph along the grassy Plains Long doth she stay as loth to leave the Land From whose soft Side she first did issue make She tasts all Places turns to ev'ry Hand Her flow'ry Banks unwilling to forsake Yet Nature so her Streams doth lead and carry As that her Course doth make no final stay Till she her self unto the Ocean marry Within whose watry Bosom first she lay Ev'n so the Soul which in this Earthly Mould The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse Because at first she doth the Earth behold And only this material World she views At first her Mother Earth she holdeth dear And doth embrace the World and worldly things She flies close by the Ground and hovers here And mounts not up with her Celestial Wings Yet under Heav'n she cannot light on Ought That with her heav'nly Nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fix her Thought She cannot is this World contented be For who did ever yet in Honour Wealth Or Pleasure of the Sense Contentment find Who ever ceas'd to wish when he had Health Or having Wisdom was not vex'd in Mind Then as a Bee which among Weeds doth fall Which seem sweet Flow'rs with lustre fresh and gay She lights on that and this and tasteth all But pleas'd with none doth rise and soar away So when the Soul finds here no true Content And like Noah's Dove can no sure Footing take She doth return from whence she first was sent And flies to him that first her Wings did make Wit seeking Truth from Cause to Cause ascends And never rests till it the first attain Will seeking Good finds many middle Ends But never stays till it the last do gain Now GOD the Truth and First of Causes is GOD is the last good End which lasteth still Being Alpha and Omega nam'd for this Alpha to Wit Omega to the Will Since then her heav'nly Kind she doth display In that to GOD she doth directly move And on no mortal thing can make her Stay She cannot be from hence but from above And yet this first true Cause and last good End She cannot here so well and truely see For this Perfection she must yet attend Till to her Maker she espoused be As a King's Daughter being in Person sought Of divers Princes who do neighbour near On none of them can fix a constant Thought Though she to all do lend a gentle Ear Yet can she love a foreign Emperor Whom of great Worth and Pow'r she hears to be If she be woo'd but by Ambassador Or but his Letters or his Pictures see For well she knows that when she shall be brought Into the Kingdom where her Spouse doth reign Her Eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in Thought Himself his State his Glory and his Train So while the Virgin-Soul on Earth doth stay She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand Ways By these great Pow'rs which on the Earth bear sway The Wisdom of the World Wealth Pleasure Praise With these sometimes she doth her Time beguile These do by fits her Fantasie possess But she distastes them all within a while And in the sweetest finds a Tediousness But if upon the World 's Almighty King She once doth fix her humble loving Thought Who by his Picture drawn in ev'ry thing And sacred Messages her Love hath sought Of him she thinks she cannot think too much This Honey tasted still is ever

it doubtless and can use it too And doth both th' other Skills in Pow'r retain And can of both the proper Actions do If with his Lute or Horse he meet again So though the Instruments by which we live And view the World the Body's Death do kill Yet with the Body they shall all revive And all their wonted Offices fulfil But how till then shall she her self employ Her Spies are dead which brought home News before What she hath got and keeps she may enjoy But she hath Means to understand no more Then what do those poor Souls which nothing get Or what do those which get and cannot keep Like Buckets bottomless which all out-let Those Souls for want of Exercise must sleep See how Man's Soul against it self doth strive Why should we not have other Means to know As Children while within the Womb they live Feed by the Navil Here they feed not so These Children if they had some use of Sense And should by chance their Mother's talking hear That in short time they shall come forth from thence Would fear their Birth more than our Death we fear They would cry out If we this place shall leave Then shall we break our tender Navil-strings How shall we then our Nourishment receive Since our sweet Food no other Conduit brings And if a Man should to these Babes reply That into this fair World they shall be brought Where they shall view the Earth the Sea the Sky The glorious Sun and all that God hath wrought That there ten thousand Dainties they shall meet Which by their Mouths they shall with pleasure take Which shall be cordial too as well as sweet And of their little Limbs tall Bodies make This World they 'd think a Fable ev'n as we Do think the Story of the Golden Age Or as some sensual Spirits ' mongst us be Which hold the World to come a feigned Stage Yet shall these Infants after find all true Tho' then thereof they nothing could conceive As soon as they are born the World they view And with their Mouths the Nurses Milk receive So when the Soul is born for Death is nought But the Soul's Birth and so we should it call Ten thousand things she sees beyond her Thought And in an unknown manner knows them all Then doth she see by Spectacles no more She hears not by report of double Spies Her self in Instants doth all things explore For each thing 's present and before her lies But still this Crew with Questions me pursues If Souls deceas'd say they still living be Why do they not return to bring us News Of that strange World where they such Wonders see Fond Men If we believe that Men do live Under the Zenith of both frozen Poles Though none come thence Advertisement to give Why bear we not the like Faith of our Souls The Soul hath here on Earth no more to do Than we have Bus'ness in our Mother's Womb What Child doth covet to return thereto Although all Children first from thence do come But as Noah's Pigeon which return'd no more Did shew she footing found for all the Flood So when good Souls departed through Death's Door Come not again it shews their Dwelling good And doubtless such a Soul as up doth mount And doth appear before her Maker's Face Holds this vile World in such a base Account As she looks down and scorns this wretched Place But such as are detruded down to Hell Either for Shame they still themselves retire Or ty'd in Chains they in close Prison dwell And cannot come although they much desire Well well say these vain Spirits thought vain it is To think our Souls to Heav'n or Hell do go Politick Men have thought it not amiss To spread this Lye to make Men virtuous so Do you then think this Moral Virtue good I think you do ev'n for your private Gain For Commonwealths by Virtue ever stood And common Good the private doth contain If then this Virtue you do love so well Have you no Means her Practice to maintain But you this Lye must to the People tell That good Souls live in Joy and Ill in Pain Must Virtue be preserved by a Lye Virtue and Truth do ever best agree By this it seems to be a Verity Since the Effects so good and virtuous be For as the Devil the Father is of Lies So Vice and Mischief do his Lies ensue Then this good Doctrine did not he devise But made this Lye which saith it is not true For how can that be false which ev'ry Tongue Of ev'ry mortal Man affirms for true Which Truth hath in all Ages been so strong As Load-Stone-like all Hearts it ever drew For not the Christian or the Jew alone The Persian or the Turk acknowledge this This Mystery to the wild Indian known And to the Canibal and Tartar is This rich Assyrian Drug grows ev'ry where As common in the North as in the East This Doctrine doth not enter by the Ear But of it self is native in the Breast None that acknowledge God or Providence Their Souls Eternity did ever doubt For all Religion takes Root from hence Which no poor naked Nation lives without For since the World for Man created was For only Man the Use thereof doth know If Man do perish like a wither'd Grass How doth God's Wisdom order things below And if that Wisdom 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 poor and vile a thing If Death do quench us quite we have great wrong Since for our service all things else were wrought That Daws and Trees and Rocks should last so long When we must in an instant pass to nought But bless'd be that Great Pow'r that hath us bless'd With longer Life than Heav'n or Earth can have Which hath infus'd into our mortal Breast Immortal Pow'rs not subject to the Grave For though the Soul do seem her Grave to bear And in this World is almost buri'd quick We have no Cause the Body's Death to fear For when the Shell is broke out comes a Chick SECT XXXIII Three Kinds of Life answerable to the three Powers of the Soul FOR as the Soul 's Essential Pow'rs are three The quick'ning Pow'r the Pow'r of Sense and Reason Three kinds of Life to her designed be Which perfect these three Pow'rs in their due Season The first Life in the Mother's Womb is spent Where she her Nursing Pow'r doth only use Where when she finds defect of Nourishment Sh'expels her Body and this World she views This we call Birth but if the Child could speak He Death would call it and of Nature plain That she would thrust him out naked and weak And in his Passage pinch him with such Pain Yet out he comes and in this World is plac'd Where all his Senses in Perfection be Where he finds Flowers to smell and Fruits to taste And Sounds

sweet The Pleasure of her ravish'd Thought is such As almost here she with her Bliss doth meet But when in Heav'n she shall his Essence see This is her sov'reign Good and perfect Bliss Her Longing Wishings Hopes all finish'd be Her Joys are full her Motions rest in this There is she crown'd with Garlands of Content There doth she Manna eat and Nectar drink That Presence doth such high Delights present As never Tongue could speak nor Heart could think 3. Reason For this the better Souls do oft despise The Body's Death and do it oft desire For when on Ground the burthen'd Ballance lies The empty part is lifted up the higher But if the Body's Death the Soul should kill Then Death must needs against her Nature be And were it so all Souls would fly it still For Nature hates and shuns her Contrary For all things else which Nature makes to be Their Being to preserve are chiefly taught And though some things desire a Change to see Yet never Thing did long to turn to nought If then by Death the Soul were quenched quite She could not thus against her Nature run Since ev'ry sensless thing by Nature's Light Doth Preservation seek Destruction shun Nor could the World's best Spirits so much err If Death took all that they should all agree Before this Life their Honour to prefer For what is Praise to things that nothing be Again If by the Body's Prop she stand If on the Body's Life her Life depend As Meleagers on the fatal Brand The Body's Good she only would intend We should not find her half so brave and bold To lead it to the Wars and to the Seas To make it suffer Watchings Hunger Cold When it might feed with Plenty rest with Ease Doubtless all Souls have a surviving Thought Therefore of Death we think with quiet Mind But if we think of being turn'd to nought A trembling Horrour in our Souls we find 4. Reason And as the better Spirit when she doth bear A Scorn of Death doth shew she cannot die So when the wicked Soul Death's Face doth fear Ev'n then she proves her own Eternity For when Death's Form appears she feareth not An utter Quenching or Extinguishment She would be glad to meet with such a Lot That so she might all future Ill prevent But she doth doubt what after may befal For Nature's Law accuseth her within And saith 'T is true what is affirm'd by all That after Death there is a Pain for Sin Then she who hath been hood wink'd from he Birth Doth first her self within Death's Mirrour see And when her Body doth return to Earth She first takes care how she alone shall be Who ever sees these irreligious Men With Burthen of a Sickness weak and faint But hears them talking of Religion then And vowing of their Souls to ev'ry Saint When was there ever cursed Atheist brought Unto the Gibbet but he did adore That blessed Pow'r which he had set at nought Scorn'd and blasphemed all his Life before These light vain Persons still are drunk and mad With Surfeitings and Pleasures of their Youth But at their Death they are fresh sober sad Then they discern and then they speak the truth If then all Souls both good and bad do teach With gen'ral Voice That Souls can never die 'T is not Man's flatt'ring Gloss but Nature's Speech Which like GOD's Oracles can never lye 5. Reason Hence springs that universal strong Desire Which all Men have of Immortality Not some few Spirits unto this Thought aspire But all Men's Minds in this united be Then this Desire of Nature is not vain She covets not Impossibilities Fond Thoughts may fall into some idle Brain But one Assent of all is ever wise From hence that gen'ral Care and Study springs That Launching and Progression of the Mind Which all Men have so much of future things That they no Joy do in the present find From this Desire that main Desire proceeds Which all Men have surviving Fame to gain By Tombs by Books by memorable Deeds For she that this desires doth still remain Hence lastly springs Care of Posterities For Things their Kind would everlasting make Hence is it that old Men do plant young Trees The Fruit whereof another Age shall take If we these Rules unto our selves apply And view them by Reflection of the Mind All these true Notes of Immortality In our Heart's Tables we shall written find 6. Reason And though some impious Wits do Questions move And doubt if Souls immortal be or no That Doubt their Immortality doth prove Because they seem immortal things to know For he who Reasons on both Parts doth bring Doth some things mortal some immortal call Now if himself were but a mortal thing He could not judge immortal things at all For when we judge our Minds we Mirrors make And as those Glasses which material be Forms of material things do only take For Thoughts or Minds in them we cannot see So when we God and Angels do conceive And think of Truth which is eternal too Then do our Minds immortal Forms receive Which if they mortal were they could not do And as if Beasts conceiv'd what Reason were And that Conception should distinctly show They should the Name of Reasonable bear For without Reason none could Reason know So when the Soul mounts with so high a Wing As of Eternal Things she Doubts can move She Proofs of her Eternity doth bring Ev'n when she strives the contrary to prove For ev'n the Thought of Immortality Being an Act done without the Body's Aid Shews that her self alone could move and be Although the Body in the Grave were laid SECT XXXI That the Soul cannot be destroy'd AND if her self she can so lively move And never need a Foreign Help to take Then must her Motion everlasting prove Because her self she never can forsake But though Corruption cannot touch the Mind By any Cause that from it self may spring Some outward Cause Fate hath perhaps design'd Which to the Soul may utter Quenching bring Perhaps her Cause may cease and she may die God is her Cause his Word her Maker was Which shall stand fix'd for all Eternity When Heav'n and Earth shall like a Shadow pass Perhaps some thing repugnant to her Kind By strong Antipathy the Soul may kill But what can be Contrary to the Mind Which holds all Contraries in Concord still She lodgeth Heat and Cold and Moist and Dry And Life and Death and Peace and War together Ten thousand fighting things in her do lie Yet neither troubleth or disturbeth either Perhaps for want of Food the Soul may pine But that were strange since all things bad and good Since all God's Creatures Mortal and Divine Since God himself is her eternal Food Bodies are fed with things of mortal kind And so are subject to Mortality But Truth which is eternal feeds the Mind The Tree of Life which will not let her die Yet Violence perhaps the