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SECTION XIV. NOW THE SOUL EXERCISES HER POWERS IN THE BODY.
SEEING But as the world's Sun doth effect beget
First, the two eyes, which have the seeing por't, Diff'rent, in divers places ev'ry day;
Stand as one watchman, spy, or centinel, Here autumn's temperature, there summer's heat;
Being plac'd aloft, within the head's high tow'r; Here fow'ry spring-tide, and there winter grey.
And though both see, yet both but one thing tell. Here ev'n, there morn; here noon, there day, there These mirrors take into their little space night,
[some dead; The forins of Moon and Sun, and ev'ry star, Melts wax, dries clay, makes flow'rs, some quick, Of ev'ry body, and of ev'ry place, Makes the Moor black, the European white;
Which with the world's wide arms embraced are: Th’ American tawny, and th' East Indian red:
Yet their best object, and their noblest use, So in our little world, this soul of ours
Hereafter in another world will be, Being only one, and to one body tyd,
When God in them shall heav'nly light infuse, Doth use, on divers objects, divers powers;
That face to face they may their Maker see. And so are her effects diversify'd.
Here are they gaides, which do the body lead,
Which else would stumble in eternal night: SECTION XII.
Here in this world they do much knowledge read,
And are the casements which admit most light:
They are her furthest reaching instrument, Her quick’ning power in ev'ry living part,
Yet they do beams unto their objects send ; Doth as a nurse or as a mother serve ;
But all the rays are from their objects sent, And doth employ her economic art,
And in the eyes with pointed angles end. And busy care, her household to preserve.
If th' objects be far off, the rays do meet Here she attracts, and there she doth retain;
In a sharp point, and so things seem but small; There she decocts, and doth the food prepare; If they be near, their rays do spread and feet, There she distributes it to ev'ry vein,
And make broad points, that things seem great There she expels what she may fitly spare.
withal. This pow'r to Martha may compared be,
Lastly, uine things to sight required are; Who busy was, the household things to do: The pow'r to see, the light, the visible thing, Or to a Dryas, living iu a tree :
Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, For e'en to trees this pow'r is proper too.
Clear space and time, the form distinct to bring. And though the soul may not this pow'r extend Thus see we how the soul doth use the eyes, Out of the body, but still use it there;
As instruments of her quick pow'r of sight: She hath a pow'r which she abroad doth send,
Hence doth th' arts' optic, and fair painting rise; Which views and searcheth all thingsev'ry where. Painting, which doth all gentle minds delight..
THE VEGETATIVE POWER OF THE SOUL.
THE POWER OF SENSE.
This power is sense, which from abroad doth bring Now let us hear how she the ears employs :
The colour, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, Their office is, the troubled air to take; The quantity and shape of ev'ry thing
Which in their mazes forms a sound or noise, Within Earth's centre, or Heav'n's circle found. Whereof herself doth true distinction make. This pow'r, in parts made fit, fit objects takes; These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high,
Yet not the things, but forms of things receives; Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft; As when a seal in wax impression makes,
And that they may not pierce too violently, The print therein, but not itself, it leaves.
They are delay'd with turns and windings oft. And though things sensible be numberless,
Por should the voice directly strike the brain, But only five the sense's organs be ;
It would astonish and confuse it much; And in those five, all things their forms express, Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain,
Which we can touch, taste, feel, or hear, or see. That it the organ may, more gently touch. These are the windows, through the which she views As streams, which with their winding banks do play,
The light of knowledge, which is life's load-star: Stopp'd by their creeks, rua softly through the « And yet while she these spectacles doth use, So in th' ear's labyrinth the voice doth stray, (plain:
Oft worldly things seem greater than they are." And doth with easy motion touch the brain.
This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; Much like a subtle spider”, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; Perceive a discord, and conceive offence;
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
Which quicken all things, bot, cold, moist, and dry: But that speech chiefly wbich God's heralds sound, By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern:
When their tongues utter what his spirit did pen. By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try.
These are the outward instruments of ser.ee;
These are the guards which evry thing must pass, The soul with knowledge doth herself endue:. Ere it approach the mind's intelligence, « Thus she her prison may with pleasure bear, Or touch the fantasy, wit's looking-glass. Having such prospects, all the world to view.”
And yet these porters, which all things admit, These condait-pipes of knowledge feed the mind, Themselves perceive not, nor discern the things:
But th other three attend the body still; One common pow'r doth in the forehead sit, For by their services the soul doth find,
Which all their proper forms together brings. What things are to the body good or ill.
For all those nerves, which spirits of sense do bear,
And to those outward organs spreading go, United are, as in a centre, there;
[know. And there this pow'r those sundry forms doth SECTION XVI.
Those outward organs present things receive, Tus body's life with meats and air is fed,
This inward sense doth absent things retain; Therefore the soul doth use the tasting pow'r
Yet straight transmits all forms she doth perceive, In veins, which through the tongue and palate spread,
Unto an higher region of the brain.
WHERE fantasy, near band-maid to the mind,
Sits, and beholds, and doth discern them all;
Compounds in one, things diff'rent in their kind; SECTION XVII.
Compares the black and white, the great and
And in her balance doth their values try;
Where some things good, and some things ill do To judge all airs, whereby we breathe and live. And neutral some, in her fantastic eye. (seem, This sense is also mistress of an art,
This busy pow'r is working day and night; Which to soft people sweet perfumes doth sell;
For when the outward senses rest do take, Though this dear art doth little good impart,
A thousand dreams, fantastical and light, "Since they smell best, that do of nothing smell."
With flutt'ring wings do keep her still awake.
Yet always all may not afore her be;
Successively she this and that intends;
Therefore such forms as she doth cease to see,
To memory's large volume she commends. VEELING. LASTLY, the feeling pow'r, which is life's root, Throagb erry living part itself doth shed
· The spider's touch how exquisitely fine, By sinews, which extend from head to foot ;
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. And, like a net, all o'er the body spread.
Pope's Essay ou Man.
This ledger-book lies in the brain behind,
THE INTELLECTUAL POWERS OF THE SOUL. Which doth remember much, and much forget.
But now I have a will, yet want a wit, lere sense's apprehension end doth take;
T'express the working of the wit and will; As when a stone is into water cast,
Which, though their root be to the body knit, One circle doth another circle make,
Use not the body, when they use their skill. Till the lasi circle touch the bank at last.
These pow'rs the nature of the soul declare,
For to man's soul these only proper be ;
For on the Earth no other wights there are
That have these heavenly powers, but only we.
But though the apprehensive pow'r do pause,
WIT, REASON, UNDERSTANDING, OPINION, JUDGMENT,
The wit, the pupil of the soul's clear eye,
And in man's world the only shining star,
Looks in the mirrour of the fantasy,
Where all the gath'rings of the senses are. But since the brain doth lodge the pow'rs of sense,
From thence this pow'r the shapes of things abstracts, How makes it in the heart those passions spring ?
And them within her passive part receives, The mutual love, the kind intelligence
Which are enlight'ned by that part wbich acts; J'wixt heart and brain, this sympathy doth bring.
And so the forms of single things perceives. From the kind heat, which in the heart doth reign, But after, by discoursing to and fro, The spirits of life do their beginning take;
Anticipating and comparing things, These spirits of life ascending to the brain, (make. She doth all universal natures know, When they come there, the spirits of sense do
And all effects into their causes brings. These spirits of sense, in fantasy's high court,
When she rates things, and moves from.ground to Judge of the forms of objects, ill or well;
ground, And so they send a good or ill report
The name of reason she obtains by this: Down to the heart, where all affections dwell.
But when by reason she the truth hath found,
And standeth fix'd, she understanding is.
When her assent she lightly doth incline
To either part, she is opinion's light:
But when she doth by principles define
A certain truth, she hath true judgment's sight. Yet were these natural affections good, (For they which want them, blocks or devils be)
And as from senses, reason's work doth spring, If reason in her first perfection stood,
So many reasons understanding gain; That she might Nature's passions rectify.
And many understandings, knowledge bring,
And by much knowledge, wisdom we obtain.
Ere we attain to wisdom's high degree:
So doth this Earth eclipse our reason's light,
Which else (in instants) would like angels see. Besides, another motive-power doth ’rise
Out of the heart, from whose pure blood do spring
And sparks of light, some common things to see; And makes the body to advance, retire,
Not being a blank where naught is writ at all, To turn, or stop, as she them slacks or strains. But what the writer will, may written be. Thus the soul tunes the body's instruments, For Nature in man's heart her laws doth pen,
These barmonies she makes with life and sense ; Prescribing truth to wit, and good to will; The organs fit are by the body lent,
Which do accuse, or else excuse all men, But th' actions flow from the soul's influence. For ev'ry thought or practice, good or illa
INNATE IDEAS IN THE SOUL.
And yet these sparks grow almost infinite, Ev'n so the king his magistrates do serve,
Making the world, and all therein, their food; Yet commons feed both magistrates and king : As fire so spreads, as no place holdeth it,
The common's peace the magistrates preserve, Being nourish'd still with new supplies of wood. By borrow'd pow'r, which from the prince doth
I And though these sparks were almost quench’d with • Yet they whom that just One bath justify'd, (sin, The quick’ning power would be, and so would rest; Have them increas'd with heav'nly light within; The sense would not be only, but be well : And like the widow's oil, still multiply'd. But wit's ambition longeth to the best,
For it desires in endless bliss to dwell.
And these three pow'rs three sorts of men do make; SECTION XXVII.
For some, like plants, their veins do only fill; THE POWER OF WILL, AND RELATION BETWEEN THE WIT And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take; AND WILL
And some, like angels, do contemplate still. And as this wit should goodness truly know, We have a will, which that true good should Therefore the fables turn'd some men to flow'rs,
And others did with brutish forms invest; choose,
And did of others make celestial pow'rs, Though will do oft (when wit false forms doth show)
Like angels, which still travel, yet still rest. Take ill for good, and good for ill refuse.
Yet these three pow'rs are not three souls, but one ; Will puts in practice what the wit deviseth :
As one and two are both containd in three; Will ever acts, and wit contemplates still:
Three being one number by itself alone, And as from wit the pow'r of wisdom riseth,
A shadow of the blessed Trinity. All other virtues daughters are of will.
Oh! what is man, great Maker of mankind !, Will is the prince, and wit the counsellor,
That thou to him so great respect dost bear! Which doth for common good in council sit;
That thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind, And when wit is resolv'd, will lends her pow'r
Mak’st him a king, and e'en an angel's peer! To execute what is advis'd by wit.
Oh! what a lively life, what heav'nly pow'r, Wit is the mind's chief judge, which doth control
What sprearling virtue, what a sparkling'fire, Of fancy's court the judgments false and vain :
How great, how plentiful, how rich a dow'r
Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire !
Thou lear'st thy print in other works of thine;
But thy whole image thou in man hast writ: Náught can restrain her gentle liberty:
There cannot be a creature more divine, No tyrant, nor no torineut hath the pow'r
Except (like thee) it should be infinite! To make us will, when we unwilling be.
But it exceeds man's thought, to think how high
God hath rais'd man, since God a inan became:
The angels do admire this mystery,
And are astonish'd when they view the same. To these high pow'rs a store-house doth pertait, Nor hath he giv’n these essings for a day,
Where they all arts and gen'ral reasons lay ; Nor made them on the body's life depend : Which in the soul, e'en after death, remain, The soul, though made in time, survives for ay; And no Lethean flood can wash away.
And though it hath beginning, sees no end.
THAT THE SOUL IS IMMORTAL, PROVED BY SEVERAL
Ters is the soul, and these her virtues be;
Her only end is never-ending bliss,
Who, last of ends, and first of causes is :
And, to do this, she must eternal be. Our wit is giv'n Almighty God to know;
How senseless then and dead a soul bath he,
But by his works, which through the sense are That he might siu with more security?
So doth the quick’ning pow'r the senses feed : Our soul is but a smoke, or airy blast,
" The best the service of the least doth need.” And when we die doch turn to wind at last :
Although they say, “ Come let us eat and drink; Water in conduit-pipes can rise no higher
Our life is but a spark, which quickly dies :" Than the well-head, from whence it first doth Though thus they say, they know not what to think ; | Then since to eternal God she doth aspire, (spring:
But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise. She cannot be but an eternal thing. Therefore no beretics desire to spread
“All moving things to other things do move, Their light opinions, like these epicures ;
Of the same kind which shows their nature sucb:" For so their stagg'ring thoughts are comforted, So earth falls down, and fire doth mount above,
And other men's assent their doubt assurés. Till both their proper elements do touch.
Yet though these men against their conscience strive, And as the moisture, which the thirsty earth
There are some sparkles in their finty breasts, Sucks from the sea, to fill her empty veins“, Which cannot be extinct, but still revive;
From out her womb at last doth take a birth, That though they would, they cannot quite be And runs a lymph along the grassy plains: beasts.
Long doth she stay, as loath to leave the land, But whoso makes a mirror of his mind,
From whose soft side she first did issue make : And doth with patience view himself therein, She tastes all places, turns to ev'ry hand, His soul's eternity shall clearly find,
Her flowry banks unwilling to forsake: Though th' other beauties be defac'd with sin.
Yet Nature so her streams doth lead and carry,
As that her course doth make no final stay, REASON I.
Till she herself unto the ocean marry,
Within whose watry bosom first she lay.
E'en so the soul, which in this earthly mould
The spirit of God doth secretly infuse, To learn and know the truth of ev'ry thing,
Because at first she doth the earth behold, Which is co-natural, and born with it,
And only this material world she views : And from the essence of the soul doth spring.
At first her mother-earth she holdeth dear, With this desire, she hath a native might
And doth embrace the world, and worldly things; To find out ev'ry truth, if she had time;
She flies close by the ground, and hovers here, Th' innumerable effects to sort aright,
And mounts not up with her celestial wings : And by degrees, from cause to cause to climb.
Yet under Heav'n she cannot light on augħt But since our life so fast away doth slide,
That with her heav'nly nature doth agree: As doth a hungry eagle through the wind;
She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought,
She cannot in this world contented be.
For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth, While some few things we through the sense do Who ever ceas'd to wish, when he had health?
Or pleasure of the sense, contentment find? strain, That our short race of life is at an end,
Or, having wisdom, was not vex'd in mind ? Ere we the principles of skill attain.
Then as a bee which among weeds doth fall, Or God (who to vain ends hath nothing done)
Which seem sweet flow'rs, with lustre fresh and In vain this appetite and pow'r hath giv'n;
She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all; [gay; Or else our knowledge, which is here begun,
But, pleas'd with none, doth rise, and soar away: Hereafter must be perfected in Heav'n.
So, when the soul finds here no true content,
And, like Noah's dove, can no sure footing take, God never gave a pow'r to one whole kind,
She doth return from whence she first was sent, But most part of that kind did use the same:
And flies to him that first ber wings did make. Most eyes hayelperfect sight, though some be blind; Most legs can nimbly run, though some be lame. Wit, seeking truth, from cause to cause ascerids,
And never rests till it the first attain : But in this life, no soul the truth can know
Will, seeking good, finds many middle ends;
But never stays till it the last do gain.
God is the last good end, which lasteth still ;
Being alpha and omega nam'd for this;
Alpha to wit, omega to the will.
In that to God she doth directly move;
And op no mortal thing can make her stay, When, with the motions of both will and wit, She cannot be from hence, but from above. She still aspireth to eternity, And never rests, till sbe attain to it ?
* The soul compared to a river.