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Did sense persuade Ulysses not to hear
The mermaid's songs which so his men did please,

That they were all persuaded, through the ear,
To quit the ship and leap into the seas

Could any pow'r of sense the Roman move,
To burn his own right hand with courage stout?

Could sense make Marius sit unbound, and prove
The cruel lancing of the knotty gout

Doubtless, in man there is a nature found,
Beside the senses, and above them far;
“Though most men being in sensual pleasures
drown'd,
It seems their souls but in their senses are.”

Jf we had nought but sense, then only they
Should have sound minds which have their senses
sound:
But wisdom grows when senses do decay;
And folly most in quickest sense is found.

If we had nought but sense, each living wight,
Which we call brute, would be more sharp than
We :
•As having sense's apprehensive might
In a more clear and excellent degree.

But they do want that quick discoursing pow'r,
Which doth in us the erring sense correct;

Therefore the bee did suck the painted flow'r,
And birds, of grapes, the cunning shadow peck'd.

Sense outsides knows, the soul through all things
sees :
Sense, circumstance; she doth the substance view:
Sense sees the bark; but she the life of trees:
Sense hears the sounds; but she the concords true.

But why do I the soul and sense divide,
When sense is but a pow'r, which she extends;

Which being in divers parts diversify’d,
The divers forms of objects apprehends 2

This power spreads outward, but the root doth grow In th’ inward soul, which only doth perceive;

For th’ eyes and ears no more their objects know, Than glasses know what faces they receive.

For if we chance to fix our thoughts elsewhere,
Though our eyes open be, we cannot see:

And if one pow'r did not both see and hear,
Our sights and sounds would always double be.

Then is a soul a nature, which contains
The pow'r of sense within a greater pow'r;

Which doth employ and use the sense’s pains,
But sits and rules within her private bow'r,

- SECTION III.

That the soul. Is MoRE THAN the TEMPERATURE or The humourts of the hon Y.

If she doth then the subtle sense excel,
How gross are they that drown her in the blood

Or in the body's humours temper'd well;
As if in them such high perfection stood

As if most skill in that musician were,
Which had the best, and best tun’d instrument?

As if the pencil neat, and colours clear,
Had power to make the painter excellent

Why doth not beauty then refine the wit,
And good complexion rectify the will?

Why doth not health bring wisdom still with it?
Why doth not sickness make men brutish still.

Who can in memory, or wit, or will,
Or air, or fire, or earth, or water find 2

What alchymist can draw, with all his skill,
The quintessence of these out of the mind?

If th' elements which have nor life, nor sense,
Can breed in us so great a pow'r as this,

Why give they not themselves like excellence,
Or other things wherein their mixture is

if she were but the body's quality,
Then she would be with it sick, maim’d, and blind:

But we perceive, where these privations be,
An healthy, perfect, and sharp-sighted mind.
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If she the body's nature did partake, scay:
Her strength would with the body's strength de-

But when the body’s strongest sinews slake,
Then is the soul most active, quick, and gay.

If she were but the body's accident,
And her sole being did in it subsist,

As white in snow she might herself absent,
And in the body’s substance not be miss'd.

But it on her, not she on it, depends;
For she the body doth sustain and cherish:

Such secret pow'rs of life to it she lends,
That when they fail, then doth the body perish.

Since then the soul works by herself alone, _
Springs not from sense, nor humours well agreeing.

Her nature is peculiar, and her own;
She is a substance, and a perfect being. -

SECTION IV.
That The soul Is A SPIRIT.

BUT though this substance be the root of sense,
Sense knowsher not, which doth but bodies know :

She is a spirit, and heav'nly influence,
Which from th’ fountain of God's spirit doth flow.

She is a spirit, yet not like air or wind;
Nor like the spirits about the heart or brain;

Nor like those spirits which alchymists do find,
When they in every thing seek gold in vain.

For she all natures under Heav'n doth pass, [see, Being like those spirits, which God’s brightface do Or like himself, whose image once she was, Though now, alas! she scarce his shadow be.

For of all forms, she holds the first degree,
That are to gross material bodies knit;

Yet she herself is bodyless and free;
And, though confin'd, is almost infinite.

Were she a body," how could she remain
Within this body, which is less than she

Or how could she the world's great shape contain,
And in our narrow breasts contained be *

All bodies are confin'd within some place,
But she all place within herself confines:

All bodies have their measure and their space;
But who can draw the soul's dimensive lines *

No body can at once two forms admit,
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 Heaven 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.

* That it caumot be a body.

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