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A37242	A work for none but angels & men. That is to be able to look into, and to know our selves. Or a book shewing what the soule is, subsisting and having its operations without the body; its more th[e]n a perfection or reflection of the sense, or teperature of humours: how she exercises her powers of vegetative or quickening power of the senses. Of the imaginations or common sense, the phantasie, sensative memory, passions motion of life, local motion, and intellectual powers of the soul. Of the wit, understanding, reason, opinion, judgement, power of will, and the relations betwixt wit & wil. Of the intellectual memory, that the soule is immortall, and cannot dye, cannot be destroyed, her cause ceaseth not, violence nor time cannot destroy her; and all objections answered to the contrary.; Nosce teipsum. Selections	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.	1653 (1653)	Wing D409; ESTC R207134	24,057	52

place But she all place within her selfe confines All Bodies have their measure and their space But who can draw the Soules dimensive lines No Body 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 receives both heaven and earth together Nor are their formes by rash incounter spild For there they stand and neither toncheth either MEMORIE A com̄on June all com̄ers to reteyne A Siue where good run̄e out bad remayne A Burrow with a thousand vermine hydes A Den where nothinge that is good abides 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 receiv'd do such proportion take As those things have wherein they are receiv'd So little glasses little faces make And narrow webs on narrow frames be weav'd Then what vast Body must we make the mind Wherein are men beasts trees towns seas and 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 converts to fire the things it burnes As we our meats 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 universall kinds Which bodilesse and immateriall are And can be lodg'd but onely in our minds And thus from diverse accidents and acts Which doe within her observation fall She goddestes and powers divine abstracts As nature fortune and the vertues all Againe how can she severall Bodies know If in her selfe a Bodies forme she bear How can a Mirror sundry faces show If from all shapes and formes it be not clear Nor could we by our eyes all colours learn Except our eyes were of all colours voyd Nor sundry tasts can any tongue discerne Which is with grosse and bitter humours cloyd Nor may a man of passions judge aright Except his mind be from all passions free Nor can a Judge his office well acquite If he possest of either party be If lastly this quick powre a Body were Were it as swift as is the wind or fire Whose Atomies do th'one downe sidewayes beare And make the other in Pyramids aspire Her nimble Body yet in time must move And not in instants through all places slide But she is nigh and far beneath above In point of time which thought can not divide She 's sent as soon to China as to Spaine And thence returnes as soon as she is sent She measures with one time and with one paine An ell of Silk and heavens 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 Body of her owne But is a spirit and immateriall mind Since Body and Soule have such diversities Well might we muse how first their match began But that we learn that he that spread the skies And fixt the earth first form'd the Soule in man 'T is true Prometheus first made man of earth And shed in him a beam of heavenly fire Now in their mothers wombs before their birth Doth in all sons of men their Souls inspire And as Minerva is in Fables said From Jove without a mother to proceed So our true Jove without a mothers aid Doth daily millions of Minerva's breed Then neither from eternity before Nor from the time when times first point begun Made he all Souls which now he keeps in store Some in the Moon and others in the Sun Nor in a secret Cloister doth he keep These virgin spirits untill their marriage-day Nor locks them up in Chambers where they sleep 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 unwilling farther paines to take Would make no more then those he framed then So that the widow Soule her Body dying Unto the next born Body married was And so by often changing and supplying Mens souls to beasts and beasts to men did passe These thoughts are fond for since the Bodies borne Be more in number far then those that die Thousands must be abortive and forlorne Ere others deaths to them their souls supply But as Gods handmaid nature doth create Bodies in time distinct and order due So God gives soules the like successive date Which himselfe makes in bodies formed new Which himselfe makes of no materiall thing For unto Angels he no power hath given Either to forme the shape or stuffe to bring From aire or fire or substance of the Heaven Nor he in this doth Natures service use For though from Bodies she can Bodies bring Yet could she never Soules from Soules traduce As fire from fire or light from light doth spring But many subtill wits have justifi'd That Souls from Souls spiritually may spring Which if the nature of the Soul be try'd Will even in nature prove as grosse a thing For all things made are either made of nought Or made of stuffe that ready made doth stand Of nought no creature ever 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 stufle or matter take But in the Soule there is no matter found Then if her heavenly Forme do not agree With any matter which the world containes Then she of nothing must created be And to create to God alone pertaines Againe if Soules doe other Soules beget 'T is by themselves or by the Bodies power If by themselves what doth their working let But they might Soules engender every houre If by the Body how can wit and will Joyne with the Body onely in this act Since when they do their other works fulfil They from the Body do themselves abstract Againe if Soules of Soules begotten were Into each other they should change and move And change and motion still corruption beare How shall we then the Soule immortall prove If lastly Soules did generation use Then should they spread incorruptible seed What then becomes of that which they doe loose When th' acts of generation doe not speed And though the Soule could cast spirituall seed Yet would she not because she never dies For mortall things desire their like to breed That so they may their kind immortalize Therefore the Angels sons of God are nam'd And marry not nor are in marriage given Their spirits and ours are of one substance fram'd And have one Father even the Lord of Heaven Who would at first that in each other thing The earth

and water living Soules should breed But that Mans Soule whom he would make their king Should from himselfe immediatly proceed And when he took the woman from mans side Doubtlesse himselfe in spir'd her Soule alone For 't is not sayd he did mans Soul divide But took 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 sin His Body from the Virgins womb did take But all agree God from'd his Soule within Then is the Soule from God so Pagans say Which saw by natures light her heavenly kind Naming her kin to God and Gods bright ray A Citizen of heaven to earth consin'd And then the Soule being first from nothing brought When Gods grace failes her doth to nothing fall And this declining Pronesse unto nought Is even that sin that we are born withall Yet not alone the first good qualities Which in the first Soule were deprived are But in their place the contrary do rise And reall spots of sin her beauty marre Nor is it strange that Adams ill desert Should be transfer'd unto his guilty race When Christ his grace and justice doth impart To men unjust and such as have no grace Lastly the Soule were better so to be Borne slave to sin then not to be at all Since if she do beleeve 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 providence did not prevent 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 been one as if his word had sayd I will henceforth that man no man shall be For what is man without a moving mind Which hath a judging 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 love Now if love be compel'd and cannot chuse How can it gratefull or thank-worthy prove Love must free-hearted be and voluntary And not enchaunted or by fate constrained Not like that love which did Ulysses carry To Circes Isle with mighty charmes enchained Besides were we unchangeable in will And of a wit that nothing doth misdeem Equall to God whose wisedome shineth still And never erres we might our selves esteem So that if man would be unvariable He must be God or like a Rock or Tree For even the perfect Angels were not stable But had a fall more desperate then we Then let us praise that Power which makes us be Men as we are and rest contented so And knowing mans fall was curiositie Admire Gods counsels which we cannot know And let us know that God the marker is Of all the Soules in all the men that be Yet their Corruption is no fault of his But the first Mans that broke Gods first decree This substance and this spirit ofGods owne making Is in the Body plac't 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 be Last he made man th' Horizon ' twixtboth kinds In whom we do the worlds abridgement see Besides this world below did need one wight Which might thereof distinguish every part Make use thertof and take therein delight And order things with industry and Art Which also God might in his works admire And here beneath yield him both prayer and praise As there above the holy Angels Quire Doth spread his glory with spirituall layes When Hearing Seeing Tasting Smelling's past Feeling as long as life remaines doth last Mayde reach my Lute I am not well indeede O pitty-mee my Bird hath made mee bleede Lastly the bruite unreasonable wights Did want a visible King on them to raigne And God himselfe thus to the world unites That so the world might endlesse blisse obtaine But how shall we this union well expresse Nought ties the Soule her subtilty is such She moves 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 wax retains the print in it Nor as a vessel water doth containe Nor as one liquor in another shed Nor as the heat doth in the fire remaine Nor as a voyce throughout the aire is spread But as a faire and cheerfull morning light Doth here and there her silver beames impart And in an instant doth her selfe unite To the transparent Aire in all and part Still resting whole when blowes the Aire divide Abiding pure when th' Aire is most corrupted Throughout the Aire her beams 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 Indivisible uncorrnptible still Not forc't encountred troubled or confus'd And as the Sun above 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 powres do show But as the worlds Sun doth effects beget Diverse in diverse places every day Here Autumnes temperature there Summers heat Here flowry Spring-tide and there Winter-gray Here even there morn here noon there day there night Melts wax dries clay makes flours some quick some dead Makes the More black th' Ethiopian white Th' American tawny and th' East Indian red So in our little world this Soule of ours Being onely one and to one Body tyed Doth use on diverse objects diverse powers And so are her effects diversified Her quickning power in every living part Doth as a Nurse or as a Mother serve And doth employ her oeconomick Art And busie care her houshold to preserve Here she attracts and there she doth retaine There she decocts and doth the food prepare There she distributes it to every vaine There she expels what she may fitly spare This power to Martha may compared be Which busie was the houshold things to do Or to a Dryas living in a Tree For even to Trees this power is proper too And though the Soule may not this power extend Out of the Body but still use it there She hath a power which she abroad doth send Which viewes and searcheth all things every where This power is Sense which from abroad doth bring The colour tast and touch and sent and found The quantity and shape of every thing Within th' earths Center or heavens Circle found This power in parts made fit fit objects takes Yet not the things but formes of things receives As when a Seale in Wax impression makes The print therein but not it selfe it leaves And though

things sensible be numberlesse But onely five the Senses Organs be And in those five All things their formes expresse Which we can Touch Tast Feele or Hear or See These are the windows through the which she viewes The light of knowledge which is lifes load-starre And yet while she these spectacles doth use Oft worldly things seen greater then they are First the two Eyes which have the Seeing power Stand as one Watchman Spie or Sentinell Being plac'd alost within the Heads high Tower And though both see yet both but one thing tell These Mirrors take into their little space The formes of Moon and Sun and every Star Of every body and of every place Which with the worlds wide Armes embraced are Yet their best object and their noblest use Hereafter in another world will be When God in them shall heavenly light insuse That face to face they may their Maker see Here are they guides which do the body lead Which else would stumble in eternall night Here in this world they do much knowledge read And are the Casements which admit most light They are her farthest reaching instrument Yet they no beams unto their objects send But all the rayes are from their objects sent And in the Eyes with pointed Angels end Where Phantasie neare handmaid to the mind Sits and beholds and doth discern them all Compounds in one things diverse in their kind Compares the black and white the great and small Besides those single formes she doth esteem And in her ballance doth their values try Where some things good and some things ill do seem And neutrall some in her phantastick 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 keep her still awake Yet alwayes all may not afore her be Successively she this and that intends Therefore such formes as she doth cease to see To Memories large volume she commends This Lidger Book lyes in the braine behind Like Janus eye which in his pole 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 bank at last But though the apprehensive power do pawse The Motive vertue then begins to move Which in the heart below doth passions cause Joy griefe and feare and hope and hate and love These passions have a free commanding might And diverse 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 love the kind intelligence 'Twixt heart and braine this sympathy doth bring From the kind heat which in the heart doth raigne The spirits of life doe their begining 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 Judge of the formes of Objects ill or well And so they send a good or ill report Down to the heart where all Affections dwell If the report be good it causeth love And longing hope and well assured joy If it be ill then doth it hatred move And trembling fear and vexing grieff annoy Yet were these naturall affections good For they which want them blocks or divels be If reason in her first perfection stood That she might Natures passions rectifie Besides another Motive power doth rise Out of the heart from whose pure blood do spring The vitall Spirits which borne in Arteries Continuall motion to all parts doe bring This makes the pulses beat and lungs respire This holds the sinews like a bridles Raines And makes the body to advance retire To turne or stop as she them slacks or straincs Thus the Soule tunes the Bodies instrument These harmonies she makes with life and sense The Organs fit are by the Body lent But th' actions flow from the Soules influence But now I have a Will yet want a Wit To expresse the working of the Wit and Will Which though their root be to the body knit Use not the body when they use their skill These powers the nature of the Soule declare For to mans Soule these onely proper be For on the earth no other wights there are Which have these heavenly powers but only we The wit the pupil of the Soules clear eye And in mans world the onely shining Starre Looks 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 passive part receives Which are enlightned by that part which acts And so the formes of single things perceives But after by discoursing to and fro Anticipating and comparing things She doth all universall natures know And all effects into their causes brings When she rates things moves from ground to ground The name of Reason she obtains by this But when by Reasons she the truth hath found And standeth sixt she Understanding is When her assent she lightly doth enclins To either part she is opinion light But when she doth by principles define A Certaine truth she hath true Judgements sight And as from Senses Reasons work doth spring So many Reasons understanding gaine And many understandings knowledge oring And by much knowledge wisdome we obtain So many staires we must ascend upright Ere we attain to wisdomes high degree So coth this earth eclipse our reasons light Which else in instants would like Angels see Yet hath the Soule a dowry naturall And sparks of light some common things to see Not being a blank where nought is writ at all But what the writer will may written be For nature in mens heart her lawes doth pen Prescribing truth to wit and good to will Which do accuse or else excuse all men For every 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 just one hath justified Have them encreasd with heavenly light within And like the widowes oyle still multiplide And as this wit should goodnesse truly know We have a wit which that true good should chuse Though will do oft when wit false forms doth show Take ill for good and good for ill refuse Will puts in practice what the wit deviseth Will ever 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 Councel fit

And when wit is resolv'd will lends her power To execute what is advisd by wit WILL Free to all ill till freed to none but ill Now this I will anon the same I ●ill Appetite ere while ere while Reason may Nere good but when Gods Sperit beares ●●●ay Wit is the minds chief Judge which doth Comptroul Of fancies Court the judgements false and vaine Will holds the Royall Scepter in the Soule And on the passions of the heart doth raigne Will is as Free as any Emperour Nought can restraine her gentle liberty No Tyrant nor no Torment hath the power To make us will when we unwilling be To these high powers a Store-house doth pertaine Where they all Arts and generall Reasons lay Which in the Soule even after death remaine And no Lethoean flood can wash away This is the Soule and those her Vertues be Which though they have their sundry proper ends And one exceeds another in degree Yet each on other mutually depends Our Wit is given Almighty God to know Our Will is given to love him being knowne But God could not be known to us below But by his works which through the sense are shown And as the Wit doth reap the fruits of Sense So doth the quickning power the Senses feed Thus while they do their sundry gifts dispence The best the service of the least doth need Even so the King his Magistrates do serve Yet Commons feed both Magistrate and King The Commons peace the Magistrates preserve By borrowed power which from the Pr. 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 veins do only fill And some like beasts their senses pleasure take And some like Angels do contemplate still Therefore the Fables turn'd some men to Flowers And others did with brutish formes invest And did of others make celestiall powers Like Angels which still travell yet still rest Yet these three powres are not three Soules but one As one and two are both contain'd in three Three being one number by it selfe alone A shadow of the blessed Trinitie O what is man greater maker of mankind That thou to him so great respect dost bear That thou adornst him with so bright a mind Mak'st him a King and even an Angels peer O what a lively life what heavenly 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 leav'st thy print in other works of thine But thy whole image thou in man hast writ There cannot be a creature more divine Except like thee it should be infinit But it exceeds mans thought to think how high God hath raisd man since God a man became The Angels do admire this mystery And are astonisht when they view the same Nor hath he given these blessings for a day Nor made them on the bodies life depend The Soule though made in time survives for aye And though it hath beginning sees no end Her onely end is never 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 be How senslesse then and dead a Soule hath he Which thinks his Soule 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 Soule 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 dyes 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 staggering thoughts are comforted And other mens 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 who so makes a mirror of his mind And doth with patience view himselfe therein His Soules eternity shall clearly find Though th' other beauties be defac't with sin First in mans mind we find an appetite To learne and know the truth of every thing Which is connaturall and borne with it And from the Essence of the Soule doth spring With this desire she hath a native might To find out every 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 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 Ere we the principles of skil attain Or God which to vain ends hath nothing done In vain this appetite and power hath given Or else our knowledge which is here begun Hereafter must be perfected in heaven God never gave a power 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 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 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 Then the wel-head from whence it first doth spring Then since to eternall God she doth aspire She cannot be but an eternall thing All moving things to other things do move Of the same kind which shewes their nature such So earth fals down and fire doth mount above Till both their proper Elements do touch And as the moysture 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 grassie plaines Long doth she stay as loath to leave the land From whose soft side she first did issue make She tasts all places turnes to every hand Her flowry banks unwilling to forsake Yet nature so her streams doth lead and carry As that her course doth make no finall stay Till she her selfe unto the Ocean marry Within whose watry bosome first she lay Even so the Soule which in this earthly mould The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse

Because at first she doth the earth benold And onely this materiall world she viewes At first our 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 celestiall wings Yet under heaven she cannot light on ought That with her heavenly nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fix her thought She cannot in this world contented be For who did ever yet in honour wealth Or pleasure of the Sense contentment find Who ●ver●ea●●d to wish when he had health Or having wisdome was not vext in mind Then as a Bee which ammong weeds doth fall Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay She lights on that and this and tasteth all But pleasd with none doth rise and sore away So when the Soule finds here no true content And like Noahs Dove can no sure sooting 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 never rests till it the first attaine Will seeking good finds many middle ends But never 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 Omega nam'd for this Alpha to Wit Omega to the will Sith then her heavenly kind she doth bewray In that to God she doth directly move And on no mortail 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 hear so well and truely see For this perfection she must yet attend Till to her maker she espoused be As a Kings daughter being in person sought Of diverse Princes which 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 Forraigne Emperour Whom of great worth and power she hears to be If she be woo'd but by Embassadour Or but his Letters or his picture see For well she knowes that when she shall be brought Into the Kingdome where her Spouse doth raigne Her eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in thought Himself his state his glory 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 bear 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 distaits them all within a while And in the sweetest finds a tediousnesse But if upon the worlds Almighty King She once do fix her humble loving thought Which by his picture drawne in every thing And sacred messages her love hath sought Of him she thinks she cannot think too much This honey tasted still is ever sweet The pleasure of her ravisht thought is such At almost here she with her blisse doth meet But when in Heaven she shall his Essence see This is her soveraigne good and perfect blisse Her longings wishings hopes all finisht be Her joyes 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 For this the better Soules do oft despise The Bodies d●ath and do it oft desire For when on ground the burthened ballance lyes The empty part is listed up the higher FANCIE Apelike I all thinges imitate New proiects fashions I inuent Dreame-like I them vary-straite All Shapes to head harte present But if the Bodies death the Soule should kill Then death must needs Against her nature be And were it so all Soules would flye 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 For though some things desire a change to see Yet never thing did long to turn to nought If then by death the Soule were quenched quite She could not thus against her nature run Since every senslesse thing by Natures light Doth preservation seek destruction shun Nor could the worlds best spirits so much erre 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 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 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 Doubtlesse all Soules have a surviving thought Therefore of death we think with quiet mind But if we think of being turn'd to nought A trembling horror in our Soules we find And as the better spirit when she doth bear A scorne of death doth shew she cannot dye So when the wicked Soule deaths face doth fear Even then she proves her owne Eternity For when deaths from 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 befall For natures law accuseth her within And saith 't is true that is affirm'd by all That after death there is a pain for sin Then she which hath been hoodwinckt from her birth Doth first her selfe within Deaths mirror see And when her Body doth returne to earth She first takes care how she alone shall be Whoever sees these irreligious men With burthen of a sicknesse weak and faint But hears them talking of Religion then And vowing of their Soules to every Saint When was there ever cursed Atheist brought Unto 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 drunk and mad With surfetings and pleasures of their youth But at their deaths they are fresh sober sad Then they discerne and then they speak the truth If then all Soules both good and bad do teach With generall voyce that Soules can never dye T is not mans flattering glose but Natures speech Which like Gods Oracle can never lye Hence springs that universall strong desire Which all men have of Immortality Not some few spirits unto this thought aspire But all mens minds in this united be Then this desire of Nature is not vaine She covets not impossibilities Fond thoughts may fall into some idle braine But one Assent of all is ever wise From hence that generall care and study springs That lanching and progression of the mind Which all men have so much of future things As they no joy do in the present find From this desire that maine