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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

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

the Name of Soul is vain And that we only well mix'd Bodies are In Judgment of her Substance thus they vary And vary thus in Judgment of her Seat For some her Chair up to the Brain do carry Some sink it down into the Stomach's Heat Some place it in the Root of Life the Heart Some in the Liver Fountain of the Veins Some say She 's all in all and all in ev'ry part Some say she 's not contain'd but all contains Thus these great Clerks their little Wisdom show While with their Doctrines they at Hazard play Tossing their light Opinions to and fro To mock the Lewd as learn'd in This as They. For no craz'd Brain could ever yet propound Touching the Soul so vain and fond a Thought But some among these Masters have been found Which in their Schools the self-same thing have taught God only wise to punish Pride of Wit Among Men's Wits hath this Confusion wrought As the proud Tow'r whose Points the Clouds did hit By Tongues Confusion was to ruin brought But Thou which didst Man 's Soul of Nothing make And when to Nothing it was fall'n again To make it new the Form of Man didst take And God with God becam'st a Man with Men. Thou that hast fashion'd twice this Soul of ours So that she is by double Title thine Thou only know'st her Nature and her Pow'rs Her subtile Form thou only canst define To judge her self she must her self transcend As greater Circles comprehend the less But she wants Pow'r her own Pow'rs to extend As fetter'd Men cannot their Strength express But thou bright Morning-Star thou Rising Sun Which in these latter Times hast brought to Light Those Mysteries that since the World begun Lay hid in Darkness and Eternal Night Thou like the Sun dost with an equal Ray Into the Palace and the Cottage shine And shew'st the Soul both to the Clerk and Lay By the clear Lamp of th' Oracle divine This Lamp through all the Regions of my Brain Where my Soul sits doth spread such Beams of Grace As now methinks I do distinguish plain Each subtile Line of her Immortal Face The Soul a Substance and a Spirit is Which God himself doth in the Body make Which makes the Man for every Man from this The Nature of a Man and Name doth take And though this Spirit be to th' Body knit As an apt Means her Pow'rs to exercise Which are Life Motion Sense and Will and Wit Yet she survives although the Body dies SECT I. That the Soul is a Thing subsisting by its self and has proper Operations without the Body SHE is a Substance and a real Thing 1. Which hath its self an actual working Might 2. Which neither from the Senses Power doth spring 3. Nor from the Body's Humours temper'd right She is a Vine which doth no propping need To make her spread her self or spring upright She is a Star whose Beams do not proceed From any Sun but from a Native Light For when she sorts Things present with Things past And thereby Things to come doth oft fore-see When she doth doubt at first and chuse at last These Acts her Own without her Body be 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 When she from sundry Acts one Skill doth draw Gath'ring from divers Fights one Art of War From many Cases like one Rule of Law These her Collections not the Senses are When in th' Effects she doth the Causes know And seeing the Stream thinks where the Spring doth rise And seeing the Branch conceives the Root below These things she views without the Body's Eyes When she without a Pegasus doth fly Swifter than Lightning's Fire from East to West About the Centre and above the Sky She travels then although the Body rest When all her Works she formeth first within Proportions them and sees their perfect End E'er she in Act doth any Part begin What Instruments doth then the Body lend When without Hands she doth thus Castles build Sees without Eyes and without Feet doth run When she digests the World yet is not fill'd By her own Pow'rs these Miracles are done When she defines argues divides compounds Considers Virtue Vice and general Things And marrying divers Principles and Grounds Out of their Match a true Conclusion brings These Actions in her Closet all alone Retir'd within her self she doth fulfil Use of her Body's Organs she hath none When she doth use the Pow'rs of Wit and Will 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 her self 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 The Workman on his Stuff his Skill doth show And yet the Stuff gives not the Man his Skill Kings their Affairs do by their Servants know But order them by their own Royal Will So though this cunning Mistress and this Queen Doth as her Instruments the Senses use To know all things that are felt heard or seen Yet she her self doth only judge and chuse Ev'n as a prudent Emperor that reigns By Sovereign Title over sundry Lands Borrows in mean Affairs his Subjects Pains Sees by their Eyes and writeth by their Hands But Things of weight and consequence indeed Himself doth in his Chamber them debate Where all his Counsellors he doth exceed As far in Judgment as he doth in State Or as the Man whom Princes do advance Upon their gracious Mercy-Seat to sit Doth Common Things of Course and Circumstance To the Reports of common Men commit But when the Cause it self must be decreed Himself in Person in his proper Court To grave and solemn Hearing doth proceed Of ev'ry Proof and ev'ry By-Report Then like God's Angel he pronounceth Right And Milk and Honey from his Tongue doth flow Happy are they that still are in his sight To reap the Wisdom which his Lips do sow Right so the Soul which is a Lady free And doth the Justice of her State maintain Because the Senses ready Servants be Attending nigh about her Court the Brain By them the Forms of outward Things she learns For they return into the Fantasie Whatever each of them abroad discerns And there inrol it for the Mind to see But when she sits to judge the Good and Ill And to discern betwixt the False and True She is not guided by the Senses Skill But doth each thing in her own Mirror view Then she the Senses checks which oft do