Except the one the other do deface But in the Soul ten thousand Forms do sit And none intrudes into her Neighbour's Place All Bodies are with other Bodies fill'd But she receives both Heav'n and Earth together Nor are their Forms by rash Encounter spill'd For there they stand and neither toucheth either Nor can her wide Embracements filled be For they that most and greatest things embrace Enlarge thereby their Mind's Capacity As Streams enlarg'd enlarge the Channel 's 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 are 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 Doubtless this could not be but that she turns Bodies to Spirits by Sublimation strange As Fire converts to Fire the things it burns As we our Meats into our Nature change From their gross Matter she abstracts the Forms And draws a kind of Quintessence from things Which to her proper Nature she transforms To bear them light on her Celestial Wings This doth she when from things particular She doth abstract the universal Kinds Which bodyless and immaterial are And can be only lodg'd within our Minds And thus from divers Accidents and Acts Which do within her Observation fall She Goddesses and Pow'rs divine abstracts As Nature Fortune and the Vertues all Again How can she sev'ral Bodies know If in her self a Body's Form she bear How can a Mirror sundry Faces show If from all Shapes and Forms it be not clear Nor could we by our Eyes all Colours learn Except our Eyes were of all Colours void Nor sundry Tastes can any Tongue discern Which is with gross and bitter Humours cloy'd Nor can a Man of Passions judge aright Except his Mind be from all Passions free Nor can a Judge his Office well acquit If he possess'd of either Party be If lastly this quick Pow'r a Body were Were it as swift as is the Wind or Fire Whose Atoms do the One down side-ways bear And th' Other make 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 cannot divide She 's sent as soon to China as to Spain And thence returns as soon as she is sent She measures with one Time and with one Pain An Ell of Silk and Heav'ns wide-spreading Tent. As then the Soul a Substance hath alone Besides the Body in which she is confin'd So hath she not a Body of her own But is a Spirit and immaterial Mind Since Body and Soul have such Diversities Well might we muse how first their Match began But that we learn that He that spread the Skies And fix'd the Earth first form'd the Soul in Man This true Prometheus first made Man of Earth And shed in him a Beam of Heav'nly Fire Now in their Mother's 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 Mother's Aid Doth daily Millions of Minerva's breed SECT V. Erroneous Opinions of the Creation of Souls THen neither from Eternity before Nor from the Time when Time 's 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 Cloyster doth he keep These Virgin-Spirits until 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 certain Number make Infusing part in Beasts and part in Men And as unwilling further Pains to take Would make no more than those he framed then So that the Widow Soul 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 pass These Thoughts are fond for since the Bodies born Be more in number far than those that die Thousands must be abortive and forlorn E're others Deaths to them their Souls supply But as God's Handmaid Nature doth create Bodies in time distinct and Order due So God gives Souls the like successive Date Which Himself makes in Bodies formed new Which Himself makes of no material thing For unto Angels he no Pow'r hath giv'n Either to form the Shape or Stuff to bring From Air or Fire or Substance of the Heav'n Nor herein doth he Nature's Service use For though from Bodies she can Bodies bring Yet could she never Souls from Souls traduce As Fire from Fire or Light from Light doth spring SECT VI. That the Soul is not ex Traduce ALas that some who were great Lights of old And in their Hands the Lamp of God did bear Some Rev'rend Fathers did this Error hold Having their Eyes dimm'd with religious Fear Objection For when say they by Rule of Faith we find That ev'ry Soul unto her Body knit Brings from the Mother's Womb the Sin of kind The Root of all the Ill she doth commit How can we say that God the Soul doth make But we must make him Author of her Sin Then from Man's Soul she doth Beginning take Since in Man's Soul Corruption did begin For if God make her first he makes her ill Which God forbid our Thoughts should yield unto Or makes the Body her fair Form to spill Which of it self it had not Pow'r to do Not Adam's Body but his Soul did sin And so her self unto Corruption brought But our poor Soul corrupted is within Er'e she had sinn'd either in Act or Thought And yet we see in her such Pow'rs Divine As we could gladly think from God she came Fain would we make him Author of the Wine If for the Dregs we could some other blame Answer Thus these good Men with holy Zeal were blind When on the other part the Truth did shine Whereof we do clear Demonstrations find By Light of Nature and by Light Divine None are so gross as to contend for this That Souls from Bodies may traduced be Between whose Natures no Proportion is When Root and Branch in Nature still agree But many subtile Wits have justify'd That Souls from Souls spiritually may spring Which if the Nature of the Soul be try'd Will ev'n in Nature prove as gross a thing SECT VII Reasons drawn from Nature FOR all things made are either made of nought Or made of Stuff that ready made doth stand Of nought no Creature ever formed ought For that is proper to th' Almighty's Hand If then the Soul another Soul do make Because her Pow'r is kept within a Bound She must some former Stuff or Matter take But in the Soul there is no Matter found Then if her heav'nly Form do not agree With any Matter
which the World contains Then she of nothing must created be And to create to God alone pertains Again if Souls do other Souls beget 'T is by themselves or by the Bodies Pow'r If by themselves what doth their Working let But they might Souls engender ev'ry Hour If by the Body how can Wit and Will Join with the Body only in this Act Since when they do their other Works fulfil They from the Body do themselves abstract Again if Souls of Souls begotten were Into each other they should change and move And Change and Motion still Corruption bear How shall we then the Soul immortal prove If lastly Souls do Generation use Then should they spread incorruptible Seed What then becomes of that which they do lose When th' Acts of Generation do not speed And though the Soul could cast spiritual Seed Yet would she not because she never dies For mortal 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 giv'n Their Spirits and ours are of one Substance fram'd And have one Father ev'n the Lord of Heaven Who would at first that in each other thing The Earth and Water living Souls should breed But that Man's Soul whom he would make their King Should from himself immediately proceed And when he took the Woman from Man's side Doubtless himself inspir'd her Soul alone For 't is not said he did Man's Soul divide But took Flesh of his Flesh Bone of his Bone Lastly God being made Man for Man's own sake And being like Man in all except in Sin His Body from the Virgin 's Womb did take But all agree God form'd his Soul within Then is the Soul from God so Pagans say Which saw by Nature's Light her heavenly Kind Naming her Kin to God and God's bright Ray A Citizen of Heav'n to Earth confin'd But now I feel they pluck me by the Ear Whom my young Muse so boldly termed blind And crave more heav'nly Light that Cloud to clear Which makes them think God doth not make the Mind SECT VIII Reasons from Divinity GOd doubtless makes her and doth make her good And grafts her in the Body there to spring Which though it be corrupted Flesh and Blood Can no way to the Soul Corruption bring Yet is not God the Author of her Ill Though Author of her Being and being there And if we dare to judge our Maker's Will He can condemn us and himself can clear First God from infinite Eternity Decreed what hath been is or shall be done And was resolv'd that ev'ry Man should be And in his turn his Race of Life should run And so did purpose all the Souls to make That ever have been made or ever shall And that their Being they should only take In Humane Bodies or not be at all Was it then fit that such a weak Event Weakness it self the Sin and Fall of Man His Counsel's Execution should prevent Decreed and fix'd before the World began Or that one Penal Law by Adam broke Should make God break his own Eternal Law The settled Order of the World revoke And change all Forms of Things which he foresaw Could Eve's weak Hand extended to the Tree In sunder rend that Adamantine Chain Whose golden Links Effects and Causes be And which to God's own Chair doth fix'd remain O Could we see how Cause from Cause doth spring How mutually they link'd and folded are And hear how oft one disagreeing String The Harmony doth rather make than marr And view at once how Death by Sin is brought And how from Death a better Life doth rise How This God's Justice and his Mercy taught We this Decree would praise as right and wise But we that measure Times by First and Last The sight of things successively do take When God on all at once his View doth cast And of all Times doth but one Instant make All in Himself as in a Glass he sees For from him by him thrô him all things be His Sight is not discoursive by degrees But seeing the whole each single part doth see He looks on Adam as a Root or Well And on his Heirs as Branches and as Streams He sees all Men as one Man though they dwell In sundry Cities and in sundry Realms And as the Root and Branch are but one Tree And Well and Stream do but one River make So if the Root and Well corrupted be The Stream and Branch the same Corruption take So when the Root and Fountain of Mankind Did draw Corruption and God's Curse by Sin This was a Charge that all his Heirs did bind And all his Off-spring grew corrupt therein And as when th' Hand doth strike the Man offends For Part from whole Law severs not in this So Adam's Sin to the whole Kind extends For all their Natures are but part of his Therefore this Sin of Kind not personal But real and hereditary was The Guilt thereof and Punishment to all By Course of Nature and of Law doth pass For as that easie Law was giv'n to all To Ancestor and Heir to First and Last So was the first Transgression general And all did pluck the Fruit and all did taste Of this we find some Foot-steps in our Law Which doth her Root 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 gain or lose their Liberties They harm or profit not themselves alone But such as in succeeding Times shall rise And so the Ancestor and all his Heirs Though they in number pass the Stars of Heav'n Are still but one his Forfeitures are theirs And unto them are his Advancements giv'n His Civil Acts do bind and bar them all And as from Adam all Corruption take So if the Father's Crime be capital In all the Blood Law doth Corruption make Is it then just with us to disinherit Th' unborn Nephews for the Father's Fault And to advance again for one Man's Merit A thousand Heirs that have deserved nought And is not God's Decree as just as ours If he for Adam's Sin his Sons deprive Of all those native Virtues and those Pow'rs Which he to him and to his Race did give For What is this contagious Sin of Kind But a Privation of that Grace within And of that great rich Dowry of the Mind Which all had had but for the first Man's Sin If then a Man on light Conditions gain A great Estate to him and his for ever If wilfully he forfeit it again Who doth bemoan his Heir or blame the Giver So though God make the Soul good rich and fair Yet when her Form is to the Body knit Which makes the Man which Man is Adam's Heir Justly forthwith he takes his Grace from it And then the Soul being first from Nothing brought When God's Grace fails her doth to Nothing fall And this
declining Proneness unto Nought Is ev'n that Sin that we are born withal Yet not alone the first good Qualities Which in the first Soul were deprived are But in their place the contrary do rise And real Spots of Sin her Beauty marr Nor is it strange that Adam's ill Desert Should be transferr'd unto his guilty Race When Christ his Grace and Justice doth impart To Men unjust and such as have no Grace Lastly The Soul were better so to be Born Slave to Sin than not to be at all Since if she do believe one sets her free That makes her mount the higher for 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 Man's Will If by his Word he had the Current stay'd Of Adam's Will which was by Nature free It had been One as if his Word had said I will henceforth that Man no Man shall be For what is Man without a moving Mind Which hath a judging Wit and chusing Will Now if God's Pow'r should her Election bind Her Motions then would cease and stand all still And why did God in Man this Soul infuse But that he should his Maker know and love Now if Love be compell'd and cannot chuse How can it grateful or thank-worthy prove Love must free-hearted be and voluntary And not inchanted or by Fate constrain'd Nor like that Love which did Vlysses carry To Circe's Isle with mighty Charms enchain'd Besides Were we unchangeable in Will And of a Wit that nothing could mis deem Equal to God whose Wisdom shineth still And never errs we might our selves esteem So that if Man would be unvariable He must be God or like a Rock or Tree For ev'n the perfect Angels were not stable But had a Fall more desperate than we Then let us praise that Pow'r which makes us be Men as we are and rest contented so And knowing Man's Fall was Curiosity Admire God's Counsels which we cannot know And let us know that God the Maker is Of all the Souls in all the Men that be Yet their Corruption is no Fault of his But the first Man's that broke God's first Decree SECT IX Why the Soul is united to the Body THis Substance and this Spirit of God's own making Is in the Body plac'd and planted here That both of God and of the World partaking Of all that is Man might the Image bear God first made Angels bodiless pure Minds Then other things which mindless Bodies be Last he made Man th' Horizon 'twixt both Kinds In whom we do the World's Abridgment see Besides this World below did need one Wight Which might thereof distinguish ev'ry part Make use thereof 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 Pray'r and Praise As there above the holy Angels Choir Doth spread his Glory forth with spiritual Lays Lastly The brute unreasonable Wights Did want a visible King o're them to reign And God himself thus to the World unites That so the World might endless Bliss obtain SECT X. In what Manner the Soul is united to the Body BVT how shall we this Vnion well express Nought ties the Soul her Subtilty is such She moves the Body which she doth possess Yet no part toucheth but by Virtue 's Touch. Then dwells she not therein as in a Tent Nor as a Pilot in his Ship doth sit Nor as the Spider in his Web is pent Nor as the Wax retains the Print in it Nor as a Vessel Water doth contain Nor as one Liquor in another shed Nor as the Heat doth in the Fire remain Nor as a Voice throughout the Air is spread But as the fair and chearful Morning Light Doth here and there her Silver-Beams impart And in an Instant doth her self unite To the transparent Air in all and ev'ry part Still resting whole when Blows the Air divide Abiding pure when th' Air is most corrupted Throughout th' Air her Beams dispersing wide And when the Air is toss'd not interrupted So doth the piercing Soul the Body fill Being all in all and all in part diffus'd Indivisible incorruptible still Not forc'd encounter'd troubled or confus'd And as the Sun above the Light doth bring Though we behold it in the Air below So from th' Eternal Light the Soul doth spring Though in the Body she her Pow'rs do show SECT XI How the Soul exercises her Powers in the Body BVT as the World's Sun doth Effects beget Diff'rent in divers places ev'ry Day Here Autumn's Temperature there Summer's Heat Here flow'ry Spring-tide and there Winter-Gray Here Ev'n there Morn here Noon there Day there Night Melts Wax dries Clay makes Flow'rs some quick some dead Makes the Moor black the European white Th' American tawny and th' East-Indian red So in our little World this Soul of ours Being only one and to one Body ty'd Doth use on divers Objects divers Powers And so are her Effects diversify'd SECT XII The Vegetative Power of the Soul HER quick'ning Power in ev'ry living part Doth as a Nurse or as a Mother serve And doth employ her Oeconomick Art And buisy Care her Houshold to preserve Here she attracts and there she doth retain There she decocts and doth the Food prepare There she distributes it to ev'ry Vein There she expels what she may fitly spare This Pow'r to Martha may compared be Who buisy was the Houshold-things to do Or to a Dryas living in a Tree For ev'n to Trees this Pow'r is proper too And though the Soul may not this Pow'r extend Out of the Body but still use it there She hath a Pow'r which she abroad doth send Which views and searcheth all things ev'ry where SECT XIII The Power of Sense THis Pow'r is Sense which from abroad doth bring The Colour Taste and Touch and Scent and Sound The Quantity and Shape of ev'ry thing Within Earth's Centre or Heav'n's Circle found This Pow'r in Parts made fit fit Objects takes Yet not the Things but Forms of Things receives As when a Seal in Wax Impression makes The Print therein but not it self it leaves And though things sensible be numberless But only Five the Sense's Organs be And in those Five all things their Forms express Which we can touch taste feel or hear or see These are the Windows through the which she views The Light of Knowledge which is Life's Load-Star And yet while she these Spectacles doth use Oft worldly Things seem greater than they are SECT XIV Seeing FIrst The two Eyes which have the Seeing Pow'r Stand as one Watchman Spy or Sentinel Being plac'd aloft within the Head 's high Tow'r And though both see yet both but one thing tell These Mirrors take into their little Space The Forms of Moon and Sun and ev'ry Star Of ev'ry body and of ev'ry place Which with the World 's
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
were insus'd in the first Minds by Grace So might the Heir whose Father hath in Play Wasted a thousand Pounds of ancient Rent By painful earning of one Groat a Day Hope to restore the Patrimony spent The Wits that div'd most deep and soar'd most high Seeking Man's Powers 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 here below For how may we to Other Things attain When none of us his own Soul understands For which the Devil mocks our curious Brain When Know thy Self his Oracle commands For why should we the busy Soul believe When boldly she concludes of that and this When of her self she can no Judgment give Nor how nor whence nor where nor what she is All things without which round about we see We seek to know and have therewith to do But that whereby we reason live and be Within our selves we Strangers are thereto We seek to know the moving of each Sphere And the strange Cause o' th' Ebbs and Floods of Nile But of that Clock which in our Breasts we bear The subtile Motions we forget the while We that acquaint our selves with ev'ry Zone And pass the Tropicks and behold each Pole When we come home are to our selves unknown And unacquainted still with our own Soul We study Speech but others we persuade We Leech-craft learn but others cure with it W'interpret Laws which other Men have made But read not those which in our Hearts are writ Is it because the Mind is like the Eye Through which it gathers Knowledge by degrees Whose Rays reflect not but spread outwardly Not seeing it self when other things it sees No doubtless for the Mind can backward cast upon her self her understanding Light But she is so corrupt and so defac'd As her own Image doth her self afright As is the Fable of the Lady fair Which for her Lust was turn'd into a Cow When thirsty to a Stream she did repair And saw her self transform'd she wist not how At first she startles then she stands amaz'd At last with Terrour she from thence doth fly And loaths the wat'ry Glass wherein she gaz'd And shuns it still although for Thirst she die Ev'n so Man's Soul which did God's Image bear And was at first fair good and spotless pure Since with her Sins her Beauties blotted were Doth of all Sights her own Sight least endure For ev'n at first Reflection she espies Such strange Chimera's and such Monsters there Such Toys such Anticks and such Vanities As she retires and shrinks for Shame and Fear And as the Man loves least at Home to be That hath a sluttish House haunted with Sprites lights So she impatient her own Faults to see Turns from her self and in strange things de For this few know themselves For Merchants broke View their Estate with Discontent and Pain And Seas as troubled when they do revoke Their slowing Waves into themselves again And while the Face of outward things we find Pleasing and fair agreeable and sweet These things transport and carry out the Mind That with her self the Mind can never meet Yet if Affliction once her Wars begin And threat the feebler Sense with Sword and Fire The Mind contracts her self and shrinketh in And to her self she gladly doth retire As Spiders touch'd seek their Web's inmost part As Bees in Storms back to their Hives return As Blood in danger gathers to the Heart As Men seek Towns when Foes the Country burn If ought can teach us ought Affliction 's Looks Making us pry into our selves so near Teach us to know our selves beyond all Books Or all the learned Schools that ever were This Mistress lately pluck'd me by the Ear And many a Golden Lesson hath me taught Hath made my Senses quick and Reason clear Reform'd my Will and rectify'd my Thought So do the Winds and Thunders cleanse the Air So working Seas settle and purge the Wine So lopp'd and pruned Trees do flourish fair So doth the Fire the drossy Gold refine Neither Minerva nor the learned Muse Nor Rules of Art nor Precepts of the Wise Could in my Brain those Beams of Skill infuse As but ' the glance of this Dame's angry Eyes She within Lists my ranging Mind hath brought That now beyond my self I will not go My self am Centre of my circling Thought Only my self I study learn and know I know my Body 's of so frail a kind As Force without Fevers within can kill I know the heavenly Nature of my Mind But t is corrupted both in Wit and Will I know my Soul hath power to know all things Yet is she blind and ignorant in All I know I 'm one of Nature's little Kings Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall I know my Life 's a Pain and but a Span I know my Sense is mock'd in ev'ry thing And to conclude I know my self a Man Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing OF THE Original Nature and Immortality OF THE SOUL THE Lights of Heav'n which are the World 's fair Eyes Look down into the World the World to see And as they turn or wander in the Skies Survey all things that on the Centre be And yet the Lights which in my Tower do shine Mine Eyes which view all Objects nigh and far Look not into this little World of mine Nor see my Face wherein they fixed are Since Nature fails us in no needful thing Why want I Means my inward Self to see Which Sight the Knowledge of my self might bring Which to true Wisdom is the first Degree That Pow'r which gave me Eyes the World to view To view my self infus'd an inward Light Whereby my Soul as by a Mirror true Of her own Form may take a perfect Sight But as the sharpest Eye discerneth nought Except the Sun-beams in the Air do shine So the best Soul with her reflecting Thought Sees not her self without some Light Divine O Light which mak'st the Light which makes the Day Which sett'st the Eye without and Mind within Lighten my Spirit with one clear heavenly Ray Which now to view it Self doth first begin For her true Form how can my Spark discern Which dim by Nature Art did never clear When the great Wits from whom all Skill we learn Are ignorant both what she is and where One thinks the Soul is Air another Fire Another Blood diffus'd about the Heart Another saith the Elements conspire And to her Essence Each doth give a part Musicians think our Souls are Harmonies Physicians hold that they Complexion 's be Epicures make them Swarms of Atomies Which do by chance into our Bodies flee Some think one gen'ral Soul fill's ev'ry Brain As the bright Sun sheds Light in ev'ry Star And others think