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           ΨΥΞΩΔΙΑ
           PLATONICA
           :
           OR
           A
           Platonicall
           Song
           
             of
             the
          
           SOUL
           ,
           Consisting
           of
           foure
           severall
           Poems
           ;
           viz.
           
           
             
               ΨΥΞΟΖΩΙΑ
            
             
               ΨΥΞΑΘΑΝΑΣΙΑ
            
             
               ΑΝΤΙΨΥΞΟΠΑΝΝΥΞΙΑ
            
             
               ΑΝΤΙΜΟΝΟΨΥΞΙΑ
            
          
        
         
           Hereto
           is
           added
           a
           Paraphrasticall
           Interpretation
           of
           the
           answer
           of
           Apollo
           consulted
           by
           Amelius
           ,
           about
           Plotinus
           soul
           departed
           this
           life
           .
        
         
           By
           
             H.
             M.
          
           Master
           of
           Arts
           ,
           and
           Fellow
           of
           Christs
           Colledge
           in
           Cambridge
           .
        
         
           
             
               Nullam
               majorem
               afferre
               solet
               ignaris
               inscitia
               voluptatem
               〈◊〉
               expeditum
               factidiosúmque
               contemptum
               .
            
          
           
             Scal.
             
          
        
         
           CAMBRIDGE
           Printed
           by
           
             Roger
             Daniel
          
           ,
           Printer
           to
           the
           Universitie
           .
           1642.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           
             But
             whom
             lust
             ,
             wrath
             ,
             and
             fear
             controul
             ,
          
           
             Scarce
             know
             their
             body
             from
             their
             soul
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             such
             chance
             heare
             my
             verse
             ,
          
           
             Dark
             numerous
             Nothings
             I
             rehearse
          
           
             To
             them
             ,
             measure
             out
             an
             idle
             sound
          
           
             In
             which
             no
             inward
             sense
             is
             found
             .
          
           
             Thus
             sing
             I
             to
             cragg'd
             clifts
             and
             hills
             ,
          
           
             To
             sighing
             winds
             ,
             to
             murmuring
             rills
             ,
          
           
             To
             wastefull
             woods
             ,
             to
             empty
             groves
             ,
          
           
             Such
             things
             as
             my
             dear
             mind
             most
             loves
             .
          
           
             But
             they
             heed
             not
             my
             Heavenly
             passion
             ,
          
           
             Fast
             fixt
             on
             their
             own
             operation
             .
          
           
             On
             chalky
             rocks
             hard
             by
             the
             Sea
             ,
          
           
             Safe
             guided
             by
             fair
             Cynthia
             ,
          
           
             I
             strike
             my
             silver-sounded
             lyre
             ,
          
           
             First
             struck
             my self
             by
             some
             strong
             fire
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             while
             her
             wavering
             ray
          
           
             Reflected
             from
             fluid
             glasse
             doth
             play
          
           
             On
             the
             white
             banks
             .
             But
             all
             are
             deaf
          
           
             Unto
             my
             Muse
             ,
             that
             is
             most
             lief
          
           
             To
             mine
             own
             self
             .
             So
             they
             nor
             blame
          
           
             My
             pleasant
             notes
             ,
             nor
             praise
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             Nor
             do
             thou
             ,
             Reader
             ,
             rashly
             brand
          
           
             My
             rhymes
             'fore
             thou
             them
             understand
             .
          
        
         
           
             H.
             M.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             
             
               ΨΥΞΟΖΩΙΑ
               ,
               OR
               
                 A
                 CHRISTIANO-PLATONICALL
                 display
                 of
              
               LIFE
               ,
               Written
               in
               the
               beginning
               of
               the
               year
               of
               our
               LORD
               1640.
               and
               now
               published
               for
               all
               free
               Phisophers
               and
               well-willers
               to
               the
               true
               Christian
               Life
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Trismeg
                 .
              
            
             
               CAMBRIDGE
               Printed
               by
               
                 Roger
                 Daniel
              
               ,
               Printer
               to
               the
               Universitie
               ,
               1642.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               TO
               THE
               READER
               ,
               upon
               the
               first
               Book
               of
               PSYCHOZOIA
               .
            
             
               THis
               first
               book
               ,
               as
               you
               may
               judge
               by
               the
               names
               therein
               ,
               was
               intended
               for
               a
               mere
               Platonicall
               description
               of
               Universall
               life
               ,
               or
               life
               that
               is
               omnipresent
               ,
               though
               not
               alike
               omnipresent
               .
               As
               in
               Noahs
               Deluge
               ,
               the
               water
               that
               overflowed
               the
               earth
               was
               present
               in
               every
               part
               thereof
               ,
               but
               every
               part
               of
               the
               water
               was
               not
               in
               every
               part
               of
               the
               earth
               ,
               or
               all
               in
               every
               part
               ;
               so
               the
               low
               Spirit
               of
               the
               Universe
               ,
               though
               it
               go
               quite
               through
               the
               world
               ,
               yet
               it
               is
               not
               totally
               in
               every
               part
               of
               the
               world
               ;
               Else
               we
               should
               heare
               our
               Antipodes
               ,
               if
               they
               did
               but
               whisper
               :
               Because
               our
               lower
               man
               is
               a
               part
               of
               the
               inferiour
               Spirit
               of
               the
               Universe
               .
            
             
               
                 Ahad
                 ,
                 Aeon
              
               ,
               and
               Psyche
               are
               all
               omnipresent
               in
               the
               World
               ,
               after
               the
               most
               perfect
               way
               that
               humane
               reason
               can
               conceive
               of
               .
               For
               they
               are
               in
               the
               world
               all
               totally
               and
               at
               once
               every
               where
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               famous
               Platonicall
               Triad
               :
               which
               though
               they
               that
               slight
               the
               Christian
               Trinity
               do
               take
               for
               a
               figment
               ;
               yet
               I
               think
               it
               is
               no
               contemptible
               argument
               ,
               that
               the
               Platonists
               ,
               the
               best
               and
               divinest
               of
               Philosophers
               ,
               and
               the
               Christians
               ,
               the
               best
               of
               all
               that
               do
               professe
               religion
               ,
               do
               both
               concur
               that
               there
               is
               a
               Trinity
               .
               In
               what
               they
               differ
               ,
               
               I
               leave
               to
               be
               found
               out
               ,
               according
               to
               the
               safe
               direction
               of
               that
               infallible
               Rule
               of
               Faith
               ,
               the
               holy
               Word
               .
            
             
               In
               the
               mean
               time
               I
               shall
               not
               be
               blamed
               by
               any
               thing
               but
               ignorance
               and
               malignity
               ,
               for
               being
               invited
               to
               sing
               of
               the
               second
               Unity
               of
               the
               Platonicall
               Triad
               ,
               in
               a
               Christian
               strain
               and
               Poeticall
               scheme
               ,
               that
               which
               the
               holy
               Scripture
               witnesseth
               of
               the
               second
               Person
               of
               the
               Christian
               Trinity
               .
               As
               that
               his
               patrimony
               is
               the
               possession
               of
               the
               whole
               earth
               .
               For
               if
               it
               be
               not
               all
               one
               with
               Christ
               ,
               according
               to
               his
               Divinity
               (
               although
               their
               attributes
               sute
               exceeding
               well
               :
               For
               that
               second
               Unity
               in
               the
               Platonicall
               Triad
               ,
               is
               called
               
                 Filius
                 Boni
              
               ,
               The
               Son
               of
               the
               Good
               ;
               The
               Christian
               second
               Person
               ,
               
                 The
                 Sonne
                 of
                 God
              
               ;
               He
               ,
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               That
               ,
               the
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               
                 the
                 first
                 beauty
                 or
                 lustre
              
               ;
               He
               ,
               the
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               that
               ,
               the
               first
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               and
               sometime
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               :
               As
               in
               Trismeg
               :
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               He
               ,
               
                 the
                 Truth
              
               ;
               That
               ,
               the
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               or
               true
               platform
               according
               to
               which
               every
               thing
               was
               made
               and
               ought
               to
               be
               made
               :
               That
               Aeon
               ;
               He
               ,
               
                 Eternall
                 life
              
               :
               He
               ,
               
                 the
                 wisdome
                 of
                 God
              
               ;
               That
               the
               Intellect
               :
               He
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               that
               the
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
               )
               Yet
               the
               Platonists
               placing
               him
               in
               the
               same
               order
               ,
               and
               giving
               him
               the
               like
               attributes
               ,
               with
               the
               Person
               of
               the
               Sonne
               in
               Christianity
               ,
               it
               is
               nothing
               harsh
               for
               me
               to
               take
               occasion
               from
               hence
               to
               sing
               a
               while
               the
               true
               Christian
               Autocalon
               ,
               whose
               beauty
               shall
               adorn
               the
               whole
               Earth
               in
               good
               time
               ;
               if
               we
               believe
               the
               Prophets
               .
               
               For
               that
               hath
               not
               as
               yet
               happened
               .
               For
               Christ
               is
               not
               where
               ever
               his
               name
               is
               :
               *
               but
               as
               he
               is
               the
               Truth
               ,
               so
               will
               he
               be
               truly
               displayed
               upon
               the
               face
               of
               the
               whole
               Earth
               .
               For
               God
               doth
               not
               fill
               the
               world
               with
               his
               glory
               by
               words
               and
               sounds
               ,
               but
               by
               spirit
               ,
               and
               life
               ,
               and
               realtie
               .
            
             
               Now
               this
               Eternall
               life
               I
               sing
               of
               ,
               even
               in
               the
               midst
               of
               my
               Platonisme
               :
               for
               I
               cannot
               conceal
               from
               whence
               I
               am
               ,
               viz.
               of
               Christ
               ;
               but
               yet
               acknowledging
               ,
               that
               God
               hath
               not
               left
               the
               Heathen
               ,
               Plato
               especially
               ,
               without
               witnesse
               of
               himself
               .
               Whose
               doctrine
               might
               strike
               our
               adulterate
               Christian
               professours
               with
               shame
               and
               astonishment
               ;
               their
               lives
               falling
               so
               exceeding
               short
               of
               the
               better
               Heathen
               .
               How
               far
               short
               are
               they
               then
               of
               that
               admirable
               and
               transcendent
               high
               mystery
               of
               true
               Christianisme
               ?
               To
               which
               Plato
               is
               a
               very
               good
               subservient
               Minister
               ;
               whose
               Philosophy
               I
               singing
               here
               in
               a
               full
               heat
               ,
               why
               may
               it
               not
               be
               free
               for
               me
               to
               break
               out
               into
               an
               higher
               strain
               ,
               and
               under
               it
               to
               touch
               upon
               some
               points
               of
               Christianitie
               ;
               as
               well
               as
               all-approved
               Spencer
               sings
               of
               Christs
               under
               the
               name
               of
               Pan
               ?
               Saint
               Paul
               also
               transfers
               those
               things
               that
               be
               spoken
               of
               Jupiter
               ,
               to
               God
               himself
               ,
               Arat.
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
               
                 
                   
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                  
                
                 
                   
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                     〈◊〉
                  
                   .
                
              
               Those
               latter
               words
               he
               gives
               to
               the
               Christian
               
               God
               ,
               whom
               he
               himself
               preached
               .
               I
               will
               omit
               the
               usual
               course
               of
               the
               Spirit
               of
               God
               in
               holy
               Writ
               ,
               To
               take
               occasion
               from
               things
               that
               have
               some
               resemblance
               of
               divine
               things
               ,
               under
               them
               to
               speak
               of
               the
               true
               things
               themselves
               .
            
             
               All
               this
               out
               of
               a
               tendernesse
               of
               mind
               ,
               being
               exceeding
               loth
               to
               give
               any
               man
               offence
               by
               my
               writings
               .
               For
               though
               knowledge
               and
               theory
               be
               better
               then
               any
               thing
               but
               honesty
               and
               true
               piety
               ,
               yet
               it
               is
               not
               so
               good
               ,
               as
               that
               I
               should
               willingly
               offend
               my
               neighbour
               by
               it
               .
            
             
               Thus
               much
               by
               way
               of
               preparation
               to
               the
               first
               piece
               of
               this
               Poem
               .
               I
               will
               now
               leave
               thee
               to
               thine
               own
               discretion
               and
               judgement
               .
            
             
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 second
                 Book
                 .
              
               
                 THis
                 second
                 Book
                 ,
                 before
                 we
                 descend
                 to
                 particular
                 lives
                 ,
                 exhibits
                 to
                 our
                 apprehension
                 ,
                 by
                 as
                 fit
                 a
                 similitude
                 as
                 I
                 could
                 light
                 upon
                 ,
                 the
                 Universe
                 as
                 one
                 simple
                 uniform
                 being
                 ,
                 from
                 Ahad
                 to
                 Hyle
                 :
                 no
                 particular
                 straitned
                 being
                 as
                 yet
                 being
                 made
                 ;
                 no
                 Earth
                 or
                 any
                 other
                 Orb
                 as
                 yet
                 kned
                 together
                 .
                 All
                 homogeneall
                 ,
                 simple
                 ,
                 single
                 ,
                 pure
                 ,
                 pervious
                 ,
                 unknotted
                 ,
                 uncoacted
                 ,
                 nothing
                 existing
                 but
                 those
                 eight
                 universall
                 orders
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 God
                 hath
                 full
                 command
                 ,
                 builds
                 and
                 destroyes
                 what
                 he
                 lists
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 our
                 souls
                 are
                 free
                 effluxes
                 from
                 his
                 essence
                 ,
                 what
                 followes
                 is
                 so
                 plain
                 that
                 the
                 Reader
                 wants
                 no
                 direction
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 third
                 Book
                 .
              
               
                 THere
                 is
                 no
                 knot
                 at
                 all
                 in
                 this
                 last
                 Book
                 if
                 men
                 do
                 not
                 seek
                 one
                 .
                 I
                 plainly
                 and
                 positive●…y
                 declare
                 no
                 opinion
                 ,
                 but
                 show
                 the
                 abuse
                 of
                 ●…ose
                 opinions
                 there
                 touched
                 ,
                 crouding
                 a
                 number
                 ●…f
                 enormities
                 together
                 ,
                 that
                 safely
                 shroud
                 themselves
                 there
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 sinfulnesse
                 surely
                 may
                 easi●…y
                 get
                 harbour
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 be
                 not
                 well
                 aware
                 of
                 the
                 ●…evil
                 ,
                 that
                 makes
                 even
                 true
                 opinions
                 oftentimes
                 ●…rve
                 for
                 mischief
                 .
              
               
                 Nothing
                 else
                 can
                 be
                 now
                 expected
                 for
                 the
                 easy
                 ●…nd
                 profitable
                 understanding
                 of
                 this
                 Poem
                 ,
                 but
                 ●…e
                 interpretation
                 of
                 the
                 names
                 that
                 frequently
                 ●…ccur
                 in
                 it
                 .
                 Which
                 I
                 will
                 interpret
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 ●…ese
                 Books
                 ,
                 (
                 as
                 also
                 the
                 hard
                 terms
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 ●…oems
                 )
                 for
                 their
                 sakes
                 whose
                 reall
                 worth
                 and
                 ●…nderstanding
                 is
                 many
                 times
                 equall
                 with
                 the
                 ●…est
                 ,
                 onely
                 they
                 have
                 not
                 fed
                 of
                 husks
                 and
                 shels
                 ,
                 ●…s
                 others
                 have
                 been
                 forced
                 to
                 do
                 ,
                 the
                 superficiary
                 ●…nowledge
                 of
                 tongues
                 .
                 But
                 it
                 would
                 be
                 well
                 ,
                 that
                 ●…either
                 the
                 Linguist
                 would
                 contemne
                 the
                 illiterate
                 ●…r
                 his
                 ignorance
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 ignorant
                 condemne
                 the
                 ●…arned
                 for
                 his
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 For
                 it
                 is
                 not
                 unlearndnesse
                 that
                 God
                 is
                 so
                 pleased
                 withall
                 ,
                 or
                 sillines
                 ●…f
                 mind
                 ,
                 but
                 singlenesse
                 and
                 simplicity
                 of
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 H.
                 M.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               
                 THE
                 ARGUMENT
                 OF
                 PSYCHOZOIA
                 .
                 Lib.
                 1.
                 
              
               
                 
                   This
                   song
                   great
                   Psyches
                   parentage
                
                 
                   With
                   her
                   fourefold
                   array
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   mysterious
                   marriage
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   th'
                   Reader
                   doth
                   display
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 NOr
                 Ladies
                 loves
                 ,
                 nor
                 Knights
                 brave
                 Martiall
                 deeds
                 ,
              
               
                 Ywrapt
                 in
                 rolls
                 of
                 hid
                 Antiquity
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 th'
                 inward
                 Fountain
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 unseen
                 Seeds
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 are
                 these
                 and
                 what
                 so
                 under
                 eye
              
               
                 Doth
                 fall
                 ,
                 or
                 is
                 record
                 in
                 memory
                 ,
              
               
                 Psyche
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 sing
                 ,
                 Psyche
                 !
                 from
                 thee
                 they
                 spreng
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 life
                 of
                 time
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 Alterity
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 life
                 of
                 lives
                 instill
                 his
                 nectar
                 strong
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Psych
                 '
                 inebriate
                 ,
                 while
                 I
                 sing
                 Psyches
                 song
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 But
                 thou
                 ,
                 who
                 e're
                 thou
                 art
                 that
                 hear'st
                 this
                 strain
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 read'st
                 these
                 rimes
                 which
                 from
                 Platonick
                 rage
              
               
                 Do
                 powerfully
                 flow
                 forth
                 ,
                 dare
                 not
                 to
                 blame
              
               
                 My
                 forward
                 pen
                 of
                 foul
                 miscarriage
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 all
                 that
                 's
                 spoke
                 ,
                 with
                 thoughts
                 more
                 sadly
                 sage
              
               
                 Doth
                 not
                 agree
                 .
                 My
                 task
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 try
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 simply
                 true
                 .
                 I
                 onely
                 do
                 engage
              
               
                 My self
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 fit
                 discovery
                 ,
              
               
                 Give
                 some
                 fair
                 glimps
                 of
                 Plato's
                 hid
                 Philosophie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 What
                 man
                 alive
                 that
                 hath
                 but
                 common
                 wit
              
               
                 (
                 When
                 skilfull
                 limmer
                 '
                 suing
                 his
                 intent
              
               
                 Shall
                 fairly
                 well
                 pourtray
                 and
                 wisely
                 hit
              
               
                 The
                 true
                 proportion
                 of
                 each
                 lineament
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 right
                 colours
                 to
                 the
                 life
                 depaint
              
               
                 The
                 fulvid
                 Eagle
                 with
                 her
                 sun-bright
                 eye
                 )
              
               
                 Would
                 woxen
                 wroth
                 with
                 inward
                 cholar
                 brent
              
               
                 Cause
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 Buzard
                 or
                 discolour'd
                 Pye
                 ?
              
               
                 Why
                 man
                 ?
                 I
                 meant
                 it
                 not
                 :
                 Cease
                 thy
                 fond
                 obloquie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 So
                 if
                 what
                 's
                 consonant
                 to
                 Plato's
                 school
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 well
                 agrees
                 with
                 learned
                 Pythagore
                 ,
              
               
                 Aegyptian
                 Trismegist
                 and
                 th'
                 antique
                 roll
              
               
                 Of
                 Chaldee
                 wisedome
                 all
                 which
                 time
                 hath
                 tore
              
               
                 But
                 Plato
                 and
                 deep
                 Plotin
                 do
                 restore
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 my
                 scope
                 ,
                 I
                 sing
                 out
                 lustily
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 twitten
                 me
                 for
                 such
                 strange
                 lore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 me
                 all
                 blamelesse
                 brand
                 with
                 infamy
                 ,
              
               
                 God
                 purge
                 that
                 man
                 from
                 fault
                 of
                 foul
                 malignity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 Th'
                 Ancient
                 of
                 dayes
                 ,
                 sire
                 of
                 Aeternitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Sprung
                 of
                 himself
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 nowise
                 sprong
                 .
              
               
                 Father
                 of
                 lights
                 and
                 everlasting
                 glee
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 puts
                 to
                 silence
                 every
                 daring
                 tongue
              
               
                 And
                 flies
                 mans
                 sight
                 ,
                 shrouding
                 himself
                 among
              
               
                 His
                 glorious
                 rayes
                 ,
                 good
                 Hattove
                 ,
                 from
                 whom
                 came
              
               
                 All
                 good
                 that
                 Penia
                 spies
                 in
                 thickest
                 throng
              
               
                 Of
                 most
                 desired
                 things
                 ,
                 all
                 's
                 from
                 that
                 same
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 same
                 ,
                 that
                 Hattove
                 hight
                 and
                 sweet
                 Abinoam
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 Now
                 can
                 I
                 not
                 with
                 flowring
                 phantasie
              
               
                 To
                 drowsie
                 sensuall
                 souls
                 such
                 words
                 impart
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 their
                 sprights
                 may
                 cause
                 sweet
                 agony
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thrill
                 their
                 bodies
                 through
                 with
                 pleasing
                 dart
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 spread
                 in
                 flowing
                 sire
                 their
                 close-twist
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 All-chearing
                 fire
                 ,
                 that
                 nothing
                 wont
                 to
                 burn
              
               
                 That
                 Hattove
                 lists
                 to
                 save
                 :
                 and
                 his
                 good
                 Art
              
               
                 Is
                 all
                 to
                 save
                 that
                 will
                 to
                 him
                 return
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 to
                 him
                 return
                 ,
                 nought
                 of
                 him
                 is
                 sorlorn
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 can
                 be
                 forlorn
                 ,
                 when
                 his
                 good
                 hands
              
               
                 Hold
                 all
                 in
                 life
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 life
                 do
                 partake
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 surest
                 confidence
                 of
                 Loves
                 strong
                 bands
                 !
              
               
                 Love
                 loveth
                 all
                 that
                 's
                 made
                 ;
                 Love
                 all
                 did
                 make
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 false
                 life
                 doth
                 fail
                 ,
                 it
                 's
                 for
                 the
                 sake
              
               
                 Of
                 better
                 being
                 .
                 Riving
                 tortures
                 spight
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 life
                 disjoints
                 ,
                 and
                 makes
                 the
                 heart
                 to
                 quake
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 good
                 the
                 soul
                 doth
                 nearer
                 reunite
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 ancient
                 Hattove
                 hence
                 all-joyning
                 Ahad
                 hight
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 This
                 Ahad
                 of
                 himself
                 the
                 Aeon
                 fair
              
               
                 Begot
                 ,
                 the
                 brightnesse
                 of
                 his
                 fathers
                 grace
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 living
                 wight
                 in
                 heaven
                 to
                 him
                 compare
                 ,
              
               
                 Ne
                 work
                 his
                 goodly
                 honour
                 such
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 lose
                 thy
                 time
                 in
                 telling
                 of
                 his
                 race
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 beauty
                 and
                 his
                 race
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 tell
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 glory
                 darkeneth
                 the
                 Suns
                 bright
                 face
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 ought
                 else
                 the
                 Suns
                 bright
                 face
                 excell
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…is
                 splendour
                 would
                 it
                 dim
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 that
                 glory
                 quell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 that
                 ancient
                 Eidos
                 omniform
                 ,
              
               
                 Fount
                 of
                 all
                 beauty
                 ,
                 root
                 of
                 flowring
                 glee
                 .
              
               
                 Hyle
                 old
                 hag
                 ,
                 foul
                 ,
                 filthy
                 and
                 deform
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 not
                 come
                 near
                 .
                 Joyfull
                 Eternity
              
               
                 Admits
                 no
                 change
                 or
                 mutability
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 shade
                 of
                 change
                 ,
                 no
                 imminution
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 nor
                 increase
                 ;
                 for
                 what
                 increase
                 can
                 be
              
               
                 To
                 that
                 that
                 's
                 all
                 ?
                 and
                 where
                 
                   Hyl
                   '
                
                 hath
                 no
                 throne
              
               
                 ●…n
                 ought
                 decay
                 ?
                 such
                 is
                 the
                 state
                 of
                 great
                 Aeon
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 Farre
                 otherwise
                 it
                 fares
                 in
                 this
                 same
                 lond
              
               
                 Of
                 truth
                 and
                 beauty
                 ,
                 then
                 in
                 mortall
                 brood
              
               
                 Of
                 earthly
                 lovers
                 ,
                 who
                 impassion'd
              
               
                 With
                 outward
                 formes
                 (
                 not
                 rightly
                 understood
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 proceeds
                 this
                 amorous
                 sweet
                 flood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 choise
                 delight
                 which
                 in
                 their
                 spright
                 they
                 feel
                 :
              
               
                 Can
                 outward
                 idol
                 yield
                 so
                 heavenly
                 mood
                 ?
                 )
              
               
                 This
                 inward
                 beauty
                 unto
                 that
                 they
                 deel
              
               
                 ●…at
                 little
                 beauteous
                 is
                 :
                 Thus
                 into
                 th'
                 dirt
                 they
                 reel
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 Narcissus
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 grassie
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 Viewing
                 his
                 outward
                 face
                 in
                 watery
                 glasse
                 ;
              
               
                 Still
                 as
                 he
                 looks
                 ,
                 his
                 looks
                 adde
                 evermore
              
               
                 New
                 fire
                 ,
                 new
                 light
                 ,
                 new
                 love
                 ,
                 new
                 comely
                 grace
              
               
                 To
                 's
                 inward
                 form
                 ;
                 and
                 it
                 displayes
                 apace
              
               
                 It's
                 hidden
                 rayes
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 new
                 lustre
                 sends
              
               
                 To
                 that
                 vain
                 shadow
                 :
                 but
                 the
                 boy
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
              
               
                 Unhappy
                 boy
                 !
                 the
                 inward
                 nought
                 attends
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 in
                 foul
                 filthy
                 mire
                 ,
                 love
                 ,
                 life
                 and
                 form
                 he
                 blends
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 I
                 wote
                 is
                 the
                 Souls
                 excellence
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 from
                 the
                 hint
                 of
                 every
                 painted
                 glance
              
               
                 Of
                 shadows
                 sensible
                 ,
                 it
                 doth
                 from
                 hence
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 radiant
                 life
                 and
                 lovely
                 hue
                 advance
              
               
                 To
                 higher
                 pitch
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 good
                 governance
              
               
                 May
                 wained
                 be
                 from
                 love
                 of
                 fading
                 light
              
               
                 In
                 outward
                 formes
                 ,
                 having
                 true
                 Cognisance
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 those
                 vain
                 shows
                 are
                 not
                 the
                 beauty
                 bright
              
               
                 That
                 takes
                 men
                 so
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 they
                 cause
                 in
                 humane
                 spright
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 Farre
                 otherwise
                 it
                 fares
                 in
                 Aeons
                 realm
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 happy
                 close
                 of
                 sight
                 and
                 that
                 there
                 's
                 seen
                 !
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 is
                 seen
                 is
                 good
                 Abinoam
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 Hattove
                 hight
                 :
                 And
                 Hattubus
                 I
                 ween
                 ,
              
               
                 Cannot
                 be
                 lesse
                 then
                 he
                 that
                 sets
                 his
                 eyen
              
               
                 On
                 that
                 abysse
                 of
                 good
                 eternally
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 youthfull
                 Aeon
                 ,
                 whose
                 faire
                 face
                 doth
                 shine
              
               
                 While
                 he
                 his
                 Fathers
                 glory
                 doth
                 espy
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 waters
                 his
                 fine
                 flowring
                 forms
                 with
                 light
                 from
                 hi●…
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 Not
                 that
                 his
                 forms
                 increase
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 they
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 
                   Aeon
                   Land
                
                 ,
                 which
                 men
                 Idea
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 nought
                 but
                 life
                 in
                 full
                 serenitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Vigour
                 of
                 life
                 is
                 root
                 ,
                 stock
                 ,
                 branch
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 Nought
                 here
                 increaseth
                 ,
                 nought
                 here
                 hath
                 its
                 fall
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 Aeons
                 kingdomes
                 alwaies
                 perfect
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 Birds
                 ,
                 beasts
                 ,
                 fields
                 ,
                 springs
                 ,
                 plants
                 ,
                 men
                 and
                 minerall
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 perfectnesse
                 nought
                 added
                 be
                 there
                 can
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Aeon
                 also
                 hight
                 Autocalon
                 and
                 On.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 15
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 eldest
                 sonne
                 of
                 Hattove
                 hore
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 th'
                 eldest
                 daughter
                 of
                 this
                 aged
                 sire
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 virgin
                 wife
                 of
                 
                   Aeon
                   ,
                   Uranore
                
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 Uranora
                 hight
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 fire
              
               
                 Of
                 Aethers
                 essence
                 she
                 with
                 bright
                 attire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 inward
                 unseen
                 golden
                 hew
                 doth
                 dight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 life
                 of
                 sense
                 and
                 phancie
                 doth
                 inspire
                 .
              
               
                 Aether's
                 the
                 vehicle
                 of
                 touch
                 ,
                 smell
                 ,
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 taste
                 and
                 hearing
                 too
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 plastick
                 might
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 Whylom
                 me
                 chanced
                 (
                 O
                 my
                 happy
                 chance
                 !
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 spie
                 this
                 spotlesse
                 pure
                 fair
                 Uranore
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 spi'd
                 her
                 ,
                 but
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 with
                 slighter
                 glance
              
               
                 Beheld
                 her
                 on
                 the
                 Hattubaean
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 stood
                 the
                 last
                 :
                 for
                 her
                 did
                 stand
                 before
              
               
                 The
                 lovely
                 Autocal
                 .
                 But
                 first
                 of
                 all
              
               
                 Was
                 mighty
                 Hattove
                 ,
                 deeply
                 covered
                 o're
              
               
                 With
                 unseen
                 light
                 .
                 No
                 might
                 Imaginall
              
               
                 ●…ay
                 reach
                 that
                 vast
                 profunditie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 Whiles
                 thus
                 they
                 stood
                 by
                 that
                 good
                 lucid
                 spring
              
               
                 Of
                 living
                 blisse
                 ,
                 her
                 fourefold
                 ornament
              
               
                 I
                 there
                 observ'd
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 's
                 the
                 onely
                 thing
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 dare
                 write
                 with
                 due
                 advisement
                 .
              
               
                 Fool-hardy
                 man
                 that
                 purposeth
                 intent
              
               
                 Far
                 'bove
                 his
                 reach
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 proud
                 Phaeton
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 clomb
                 the
                 fiery
                 car
                 and
                 was
                 yshent
              
               
                 Through
                 his
                 fond
                 juvenile
                 ambition
                 :
              
               
                 ●…h
                 '
                 unruly
                 flundring
                 steeds
                 wrought
                 his
                 confusion
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 Now
                 rise
                 ,
                 my
                 Muse
                 ,
                 and
                 straight
                 thy self
                 addresse
              
               
                 To
                 write
                 the
                 pourtraiture
                 of
                 th'
                 outward
                 vest
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 display
                 its
                 perfect
                 comlinesse
                 :
              
               
                 Begin
                 and
                 leave
                 where
                 it
                 shall
                 please
                 thee
                 best
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 do
                 assay
                 to
                 tell
                 all
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 rest
              
               
                 Be
                 understood
                 .
                 For
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 unfold
              
               
                 The
                 many
                 plicatures
                 so
                 closely
                 prest
              
               
                 At
                 lowest
                 verge
                 .
                 Things
                 'fore
                 our
                 feet
                 yrold
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…they
                 be
                 hard
                 ,
                 how
                 shall
                 the
                 highest
                 things
                 be
                 told
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 unseen
                 figure
                 I
                 must
                 here
                 omit
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 thing
                 so
                 mighty
                 vast
                 no
                 mortall
                 eye
              
               
                 Can
                 compasse
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 eye
                 not
                 compasse
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 extreme
                 parts
                 ,
                 at
                 lest
                 some
                 ,
                 hidden
                 lye
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 that
                 they
                 lie
                 hid
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 descry
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 of
                 figure
                 ?
                 Bodies
                 figured
              
               
                 Receive
                 their
                 shape
                 from
                 each
                 extremity
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 conjecture
                 may
                 stand
                 in
                 truths
                 stead
              
               
                 ●…he
                 garment
                 round
                 or
                 circular
                 I
                 do
                 aread
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 its
                 colour
                 and
                 materiall
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 silken
                 seems
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 an
                 azur
                 hew
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 hew
                 it
                 have
                 or
                 colour
                 naturall
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 much
                 it
                 may
                 amaze
                 mans
                 erring
                 view
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 parts
                 the
                 eye
                 is
                 near
                 give
                 not
                 the
                 shew
              
               
                 Of
                 any
                 colour
                 :
                 but
                 the
                 rurall
                 Swains
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 easie
                 ignorance
                 !
                 would
                 swear
                 't
                 is
                 blew
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 their
                 Phyllis
                 would
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 she
                 plains
              
               
                 Their
                 Sunday-cloths
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 washt
                 white
                 with
                 azur
                 sta●…
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 fair
                 azur
                 colour
                 's
                 fouly
                 stain'd
              
               
                 By
                 base
                 comparison
                 with
                 that
                 blew
                 dust
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 you
                 of
                 Uranore
                 are
                 not
                 disdain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 O
                 silly
                 Shepherds
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 hit
                 not
                 just
              
               
                 In
                 your
                 conceits
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 you
                 're
                 put
                 in
                 trust
              
               
                 You
                 duly
                 do
                 attend
                 .
                 If
                 simple
                 deed
              
               
                 Accord
                 with
                 simple
                 life
                 ,
                 then
                 needs
                 you
                 must
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 great
                 Urauore
                 of
                 favour
                 speed
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 you
                 can
                 not
                 unfold
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 her
                 weed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 For
                 who
                 can
                 it
                 unfold
                 ,
                 and
                 reade
                 aright
              
               
                 The
                 divers
                 colours
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 tinctures
                 fair
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 this
                 various
                 vesture
                 changes
                 write
              
               
                 Of
                 light
                 ,
                 of
                 duskishnesse
                 ,
                 of
                 thick
                 ,
                 of
                 rare
              
               
                 Consistences
                 :
                 ever
                 new
                 changes
                 marre
              
               
                 Former
                 impressions
                 .
                 The
                 dubious
                 shine
              
               
                 Of
                 changeable
                 silk
                 stuffs
                 this
                 passeth
                 farre
                 .
              
               
                 Farre
                 more
                 variety
                 ,
                 and
                 farre
                 more
                 fine
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 interwoven
                 silk
                 with
                 gold
                 or
                 silver
                 twine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 Lo
                 what
                 delightfull
                 immutations
              
               
                 On
                 her
                 soft
                 flowing
                 vest
                 we
                 contemplate
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 Court
                 ,
                 their
                 fashions
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 brave
                 agguize
                 with
                 all
                 their
                 Princely
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Poets
                 or
                 Historians
                 relate
              
               
                 This
                 farre
                 excels
                 ,
                 farther
                 then
                 pompous
                 Cour●…
                 :
              
               
                 Excels
                 the
                 homeliest
                 garb
                 of
                 Country
                 rate
                 :
              
               
                 Unspeakable
                 it
                 is
                 how
                 great
                 a
                 sort
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 glorious
                 glistring
                 showes
                 in
                 it
                 themselves
                 disport
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 There
                 you
                 may
                 see
                 the
                 eyelids
                 of
                 the
                 morn
              
               
                 With
                 lofty
                 silver
                 arch
                 displaid
                 i
                 th'
                 East
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 the
                 burnisht
                 gold
                 doth
                 burn
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 lucid
                 purple
                 mantle
                 in
                 the
                 West
              
               
                 Doth
                 close
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 hap
                 the
                 Sun
                 at
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 doe
                 these
                 lamping
                 shewes
                 the
                 azur
                 quell
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 other
                 colours
                 :
                 where
                 't
                 beseemeth
                 best
              
               
                 There
                 they
                 themselves
                 dispose
                 ;
                 so
                 seemly
                 well
              
               
                 ●…th
                 light
                 and
                 changing
                 tinctures
                 deck
                 this
                 goodly
                 veil
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 But
                 'mongst
                 these
                 glaring
                 glittering
                 rows
                 of
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 flaming
                 circles
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 grisell
                 gray
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crudled
                 clouds
                 with
                 silver
                 tippings
                 dight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 other
                 deckings
                 wondrous
                 gay
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Iris
                 and
                 the
                 Halo
                 ,
                 there
                 doth
                 play
              
               
                 Still-pac'd
                 Euphrona
                 in
                 her
                 conique
                 tire
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 stealth
                 her
                 steeple-cap
                 she
                 doth
                 assay
              
               
                 To
                 whelm
                 on
                 th'
                 earth
                 :
                 So
                 school-boyes
                 do
                 aspire
              
               
                 ●…ith
                 coppell'd
                 hat
                 to
                 quelm
                 the
                 Bee
                 all
                 arm'd
                 with
                 ire
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 I
                 saw
                 pourtray'd
                 on
                 this
                 Sky-coloured
                 silk
              
               
                 Two
                 lovely
                 lads
                 ,
                 with
                 wings
                 fully
                 dispread
              
               
                 Of
                 silver
                 plumes
                 ,
                 their
                 skin
                 more
                 white
                 then
                 milk
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 lilly
                 limbs
                 I
                 greatly
                 admired
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 cheary
                 looks
                 and
                 lustie
                 livelyhed
                 :
              
               
                 Athwart
                 their
                 snowy
                 breast
                 a
                 scarf
                 they
                 wore
              
               
                 Of
                 azur
                 hew
                 ,
                 fairly
                 bespangoled
              
               
                 Was
                 the
                 gold
                 fringe
                 .
                 Like
                 Doves
                 so
                 forth
                 they
                 fore
                 :
              
               
                 ●…me
                 message
                 they
                 ,
                 I
                 ween
                 ,
                 to
                 Monocardia
                 bore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 O
                 gentle
                 sprights
                 ,
                 whose
                 carefull
                 oversight
              
               
                 Tends
                 humane
                 actions
                 ,
                 sons
                 of
                 Solyma
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 heavenly
                 Salems
                 sons
                 !
                 you
                 send
                 the
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 violence
                 resist
                 ,
                 and
                 fraud
                 bewray
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 ill
                 with
                 ill
                 ,
                 the
                 good
                 with
                 good
                 you
                 pay
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 you
                 list
                 to
                 mortall
                 eye
                 appear
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 thick
                 that
                 veil
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 your selves
                 array
              
               
                 With
                 visibility
                 :
                 O
                 mystery
                 rare
                 ▪
              
               
                 That
                 thickned
                 veil
                 should
                 maken
                 things
                 appear
                 more
                 bare
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 But
                 well
                 I
                 wote
                 that
                 nothing's
                 bare
                 to
                 sense
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 sense
                 cannot
                 arrive
                 to
                 th'
                 inwardnesse
              
               
                 Of
                 things
                 ,
                 nor
                 penetrate
                 the
                 crusty
                 fence
              
               
                 Of
                 constipated
                 matter
                 close
                 compresse
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 that
                 were
                 laid
                 aside
                 ,
                 yet
                 nathelesse
              
               
                 Things
                 thus
                 unbar'd
                 ,
                 to
                 sense
                 be
                 more
                 obscure
                 .
              
               
                 Therefore
                 those
                 Sonnes
                 of
                 Love
                 when
                 they
                 them
                 dre●…
              
               
                 For
                 sight
                 ,
                 they
                 thick
                 the
                 vest
                 of
                 Uranure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 their
                 centre
                 overflow't
                 with
                 beauty
                 pure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 Thus
                 many
                 goodly
                 things
                 have
                 been
                 unfold
              
               
                 Of
                 Uranures
                 fair
                 changing
                 ornament
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 far
                 more
                 hiddenly
                 ,
                 as
                 yet
                 untold
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 to
                 tell
                 was
                 never
                 my
                 intent
                 ,
              
               
                 Neither
                 all
                 could
                 I
                 tell
                 if
                 I
                 so
                 ment
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 her
                 large
                 robe
                 all
                 the
                 wide
                 world
                 doth
                 fill
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 various
                 largenesse
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 depaint
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 pen's
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 my
                 books
                 ,
                 my
                 ink
                 ;
                 but
                 skill
              
               
                 From
                 Uranures
                 own
                 self
                 down
                 gently
                 doth
                 distill
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 one
                 thing
                 I
                 saw
                 that
                 I
                 'll
                 not
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 low
                 hem
                 of
                 this
                 large
                 garment
                 gay
              
               
                 Number
                 of
                 goodly
                 balls
                 there
                 pendent
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 like
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 some
                 like
                 the
                 Moons
                 white
                 ray
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 like
                 discoloured
                 Tellus
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 day
              
               
                 Discries
                 her
                 painted
                 coat
                 :
                 In
                 wond'rous
                 wise
              
               
                 These
                 coloured
                 ones
                 do
                 circle
                 ,
                 float
                 and
                 play
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 those
                 far-shining
                 Rounds
                 in
                 open
                 skies
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 course
                 the
                 best
                 Astronomer
                 might
                 well
                 aggrize
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 These
                 danc'd
                 about
                 :
                 but
                 some
                 I
                 did
                 espie
              
               
                 That
                 steddy
                 stood
                 ,
                 'mongst
                 which
                 there
                 shined
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 fairly
                 shineth
                 not
                 the
                 worlds
                 great
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 from
                 his
                 plenteous
                 store
                 unto
                 the
                 Moon
              
               
                 Kindly
                 imparteth
                 light
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 he
                 's
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 might
                 supply
                 his
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 well
                 abate
              
               
                 The
                 irksome
                 uglinesse
                 of
                 that
                 foul
                 drone
                 ,
              
               
                 Sad
                 heavie
                 night
                 ,
                 yet
                 quick
                 to
                 work
                 the
                 fate
              
               
                 Of
                 murdered
                 travellers
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 themselves
                 belate
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 O
                 gladsome
                 life
                 of
                 sense
                 that
                 doth
                 adore
              
               
                 The
                 outward
                 shape
                 of
                 the
                 worlds
                 curious
                 frame
                 !
              
               
                 The
                 proudest
                 Prince
                 that
                 ever
                 Sceptre
                 bore
              
               
                 (
                 Though
                 he
                 perhaps
                 observeth
                 not
                 the
                 same
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 lowest
                 hem
                 doth
                 kisse
                 of
                 that
                 we
                 name
              
               
                 The
                 stole
                 of
                 Uranore
                 ,
                 these
                 parts
                 that
                 won
              
               
                 To
                 drag
                 in
                 dirty
                 earth
                 (
                 nor
                 do
                 him
                 blame
                 )
              
               
                 These
                 doth
                 he
                 kisse
                 :
                 why
                 should
                 he
                 be
                 fordonne
                 ?
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 sweet
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 live
                 !
                 what
                 joy
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Sunne
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 But
                 O
                 what
                 joy
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Sunne
              
               
                 Of
                 Aeons
                 kingdomes
                 ,
                 and
                 th'
                 eternall
                 day
              
               
                 That
                 never
                 night
                 o'retakes
                 ▪
                 the
                 radiant
                 throne
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 great
                 Queen
                 ,
                 the
                 Queen
                 Uranura
                 !
              
               
                 Then
                 she
                 gan
                 first
                 the
                 Sceptre
                 for
                 to
                 sway
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rule
                 with
                 wisdome
                 ,
                 when
                 Hattubus
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 Hence
                 Ahad
                 we
                 him
                 call
                 ,
                 did
                 tie
                 them
                 tway
              
               
                 With
                 nuptiall
                 charm
                 and
                 wedding-ring
                 of
                 gold
                 :
              
               
                 ●…n
                 sagely
                 he
                 the
                 case
                 gan
                 to
                 them
                 thus
                 unfold
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 My
                 first
                 born
                 Sonne
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 my
                 '
                 daughter
                 dear
                 ,
              
               
                 Look
                 on
                 your
                 aged
                 Sire
                 ,
                 the
                 deep
                 abysse
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 which
                 and
                 out
                 of
                 which
                 you
                 first
                 appear
                 ;
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 Ahad
                 hight
                 ,
                 and
                 Ahad
                 onenesse
                 is
                 :
              
               
                 Therefore
                 be
                 one
                 ;
                 (
                 his
                 words
                 do
                 never
                 misse
                 )
              
               
                 They
                 one
                 became
                 .
                 I
                 Hattove
                 also
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…id
                 he
                 ;
                 and
                 Hattove
                 goodnesse
                 is
                 and
                 blisse
                 :
              
               
                 ●…herefore
                 in
                 goodnesse
                 be
                 ye
                 fast
                 unite
                 :
              
               
                 
                   ●…nitie
                   ,
                   Love
                   ,
                   Good
                
                 ,
                 be
                 measures
                 of
                 your
                 might
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 ●…hey
                 straight
                 accord
                 :
                 then
                 he
                 put
                 on
                 the
                 ring
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…he
                 ring
                 of
                 lasting
                 gold
                 on
                 Uranure
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…en
                 gan
                 the
                 youthfull
                 Lads
                 aloud
                 to
                 sing
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…men
                 !
                 O
                 Hymen
                 !
                 O
                 the
                 Virgin
                 pure
                 !
              
               
                 ●…holy
                 Bride
                 !
                 long
                 may
                 this
                 joy
                 indure
                 .
              
               
                 ●…er
                 the
                 song
                 Hattove
                 his
                 speech
                 again
              
               
                 ●…news
                 .
                 My
                 Son
                 ,
                 I
                 unto
                 thee
                 assure
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 judgement
                 and
                 authoritie
                 soveraign
                 ▪
              
               
                 ●…ake
                 as
                 unto
                 one
                 :
                 for
                 one
                 became
                 those
                 twain
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 each
                 knee
                 in
                 Heaven
                 and
                 Earth
                 shall
                 bow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whatsoever
                 wons
                 in
                 darker
                 cell
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 Earth
                 :
                 If
                 thou
                 thy
                 awfull
                 brow
              
               
                 Contract
                 ,
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Aethiopian
                 hell
              
               
                 Shall
                 lout
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 thee
                 homage
                 ;
                 they
                 that
                 dwell
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Tharsis
                   ,
                   Tritons
                
                 fry
                 ,
                 the
                 Ocean-god
                 ,
              
               
                 Iam
                 and
                 Ziim
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Satyres
                 fell
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 empse
                 Ilands
                 maken
                 their
                 abode
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 those
                 and
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 shall
                 tremble
                 at
                 thy
                 rod.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 Thy
                 rod
                 thou
                 shalt
                 extend
                 from
                 sea
                 to
                 sea
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thy
                 Dominion
                 to
                 the
                 worlds
                 end
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 Kings
                 shall
                 vow
                 thee
                 faithfull
                 fealtie
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 peace
                 and
                 truth
                 on
                 all
                 the
                 earth
                 I
                 'll
                 send
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 moody
                 Mars
                 my
                 metalls
                 may
                 mispend
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 warlike
                 instruments
                 they
                 plow-shares
                 shall
              
               
                 And
                 pruning-hooks
                 efform
                 .
                 All
                 things
                 shall
                 wend
              
               
                 For
                 th'
                 best
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 the
                 head
                 shalt
                 be
                 o're
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Have
                 I
                 not
                 sworn
                 thee
                 King
                 ?
                 true
                 King
                 Catholicall
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 Thus
                 farre
                 he
                 spake
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 again
                 respired
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 this
                 time
                 he
                 held
                 their
                 hands
                 in
                 one
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 with
                 chearfull
                 look
                 one
                 thing
                 desired
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 nould
                 break
                 this
                 happy
                 union
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 happy
                 union
                 break
                 ?
                 quoth
                 he
                 anon
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 Ahad
                 ?
                 Father
                 of
                 Community
                 ?
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 :
                 That
                 you
                 nould
                 let
                 your
                 hand
                 be
                 gone
              
               
                 Off
                 from
                 our
                 hands
                 .
                 He
                 grants
                 with
                 smiling
                 glee
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 each
                 stroke
                 struck
                 on
                 earth
                 is
                 struck
                 frō
                 these
                 same
                 〈◊〉
              
            
             
               
                 39
              
               
                 These
                 three
                 are
                 
                   Ahad
                   ,
                   Aeon
                   ,
                   Uranore
                
                 :
              
               
                 Ahad
                 these
                 three
                 in
                 one
                 doth
                 counite
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 so
                 is
                 done
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 the
                 self-same
                 power
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 is
                 exert
                 upon
                 each
                 mortall
                 wight
                 )
              
               
                 Is
                 joyntly
                 from
                 all
                 these
                 .
                 But
                 she
                 that
                 hight
              
               
                 Fair
                 Uranore
                 ,
                 men
                 also
                 Psyche
                 call
                 .
              
               
                 Great
                 Psyche
                 men
                 and
                 angels
                 dear
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 Invested
                 in
                 her
                 stole
                 ethereall
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 though
                 so
                 high
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 down
                 to
                 earth
                 doth
                 fall
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 40
              
               
                 The
                 externall
                 form
                 of
                 this
                 large
                 flowing
                 stole
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 Muse
                 so
                 as
                 she
                 might
                 above
                 displaid
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 th'
                 inward
                 triple
                 golden
                 film
                 to
                 unroll
                 ,
              
               
                 Ah!
                 he
                 me
                 teach
                 that
                 triple
                 film
                 hath
                 made
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 brought
                 out
                 light
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 deadly
                 shade
              
               
                 Of
                 darkest
                 Chaos
                 ,
                 and
                 things
                 that
                 are
                 seen
              
               
                 Made
                 to
                 appear
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 gloomy
                 glade
              
               
                 Of
                 unseen
                 beings
                 :
                 Them
                 we
                 call
                 unseen
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 that
                 they
                 're
                 so
                 indeed
                 ,
                 but
                 so
                 to
                 mortall
                 eyen
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 41
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 of
                 these
                 fair
                 films
                 ,
                 we
                 Physis
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 Nothing
                 in
                 nature
                 did
                 you
                 ever
                 spy
              
               
                 But
                 there
                 's
                 pourtraid
                 :
                 all
                 beasts
                 both
                 wild
                 and
                 tame
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 bird
                 is
                 here
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 buzzing
                 fly
                 ;
              
               
                 All
                 forrest
                 work
                 is
                 in
                 this
                 tapestry
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Oke
                 ,
                 the
                 Holm
                 ,
                 the
                 Ash
                 ,
                 the
                 Aspin
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 lonesome
                 Buzzard
                 ,
                 th'
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Py
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Buck
                 ,
                 the
                 Bear
                 ,
                 the
                 Boar
                 ,
                 the
                 Hare
                 ,
                 the
                 Bee
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Brize
                 ,
                 the
                 black-arm'd
                 Clock
                 ,
                 the
                 Gnat
                 ,
                 the
                 Butterflie
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 42
              
               
                 Snakes
                 ,
                 Adders
                 ,
                 Hydraes
                 ,
                 Dragons
                 ,
                 Toads
                 ,
                 and
                 Frogs
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 own-litter-loving
                 Ape
                 ,
                 the
                 Worm
                 and
                 Snail
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 undaunted
                 Lion
                 ,
                 Horses
                 ,
                 Men
                 and
                 Dogs
                 ;
              
               
                 Their
                 number
                 's
                 infinite
                 ,
                 nought
                 doth
                 't
                 avail
              
               
                 To
                 reckon
                 all
                 :
                 the
                 time
                 would
                 surely
                 fail
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 besprinkeled
                 with
                 centrall
                 spots
                 ,
              
               
                 Dark
                 little
                 spots
                 ,
                 is
                 this
                 hid
                 inward
                 veil
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 the
                 hot
                 bright
                 dart
                 doth
                 pierce
                 these
                 knots
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 one
                 dispreads
                 it self
                 according
                 to
                 their
                 lots
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 43
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 dispread
                 themselves
                 ,
                 then
                 gins
                 to
                 swell
                 ,
              
               
                 Dame
                 Psyches
                 outward
                 vest
                 ,
                 as
                 th'
                 inward
                 wind
              
               
                 Softly
                 gives
                 forth
                 ,
                 full
                 softly
                 doth
                 it
                 well
              
               
                 Forth
                 from
                 the
                 centrall
                 spot
                 ;
                 yet
                 as
                 confin●…d
              
               
                 To
                 certain
                 shape
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 mind
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 first
                 centre
                 ,
                 not
                 perfect
                 circlar
                 wise
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 shoots
                 it self
                 :
                 for
                 so
                 the
                 outward
                 kind
              
               
                 Of
                 things
                 were
                 lost
                 ,
                 and
                 Natures
                 good
                 devise
              
               
                 Of
                 different
                 forms
                 would
                 hiddenly
                 in
                 one
                 agguize
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 44
              
               
                 But
                 it
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 imprest
                 Art
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 Arts
                 impression's
                 from
                 
                   Idea
                   Lond
                
                 )
              
               
                 So
                 drives
                 it
                 forth
                 before
                 it
                 every
                 part
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 true
                 symmetry
                 :
                 the
                 bond
              
               
                 And
                 just
                 precinct
                 (
                 unlesse
                 it
                 be
                 withstond
                 )
              
               
                 It
                 alwayes
                 keeps
                 .
                 But
                 that
                 old
                 hag
                 that
                 hight
              
               
                 Foul
                 Hyle
                 mistresse
                 of
                 the
                 miry
                 strond
                 ,
              
               
                 Oft
                 her
                 withstands
                 ,
                 and
                 taketh
                 great
                 delight
              
               
                 To
                 hinder
                 Physis
                 work
                 ,
                 and
                 work
                 her
                 all
                 despight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 45
              
               
                 The
                 self
                 same
                 envious
                 witch
                 with
                 poyson'd
                 dew
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 foul
                 eben-box
                 ,
                 all
                 tinctures
                 stains
              
               
                 Which
                 farely
                 good
                 be
                 in
                 hid
                 Physis
                 hew
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 film
                 all
                 tinctures
                 fair
                 in
                 it
                 contains
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 she
                 their
                 goodly
                 glory
                 much
                 restrains
                 ;
              
               
                 She
                 colours
                 dims
                 ;
                 clogs
                 tastes
                 ;
                 and
                 damps
                 the
                 sounds
              
               
                 Of
                 sweetest
                 musick
                 ;
                 touch
                 to
                 skorching
                 pains
              
               
                 She
                 turns
                 ,
                 or
                 baser
                 tumults
                 ;
                 smels
                 confounds
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 horrid
                 womb
                 of
                 hell
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 such
                 ill
                 abounds
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 46
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 first
                 film
                 all
                 bulk
                 in
                 quantity
              
               
                 Doth
                 bougen
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 figure
                 thence
                 obtain
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 eke
                 begins
                 the
                 life
                 of
                 Sympathy
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hidden
                 virtue
                 of
                 magnetick
                 vein
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 unknown
                 spirits
                 beat
                 ,
                 and
                 Psyche's
                 trane
              
               
                 Drag
                 as
                 they
                 list
                 ,
                 upon
                 pursuit
                 or
                 flight
                 ;
              
               
                 One
                 part
                 into
                 another
                 they
                 constrain
              
               
                 Through
                 strong
                 desire
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 again
                 remit
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 outward
                 form
                 's
                 a
                 shrine
                 of
                 its
                 magnetick
                 spright
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 47
              
               
                 The
                 ripen'd
                 child
                 breaks
                 through
                 his
                 mothers
                 womb
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 raving
                 billows
                 closely
                 undermine
              
               
                 The
                 ragged
                 rocks
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 the
                 seas
                 intombe
              
               
                 Their
                 heavie
                 corse
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 their
                 heads
                 recline
              
               
                 On
                 working
                 sand
                 :
                 The
                 Sun
                 and
                 Moon
                 combine
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 're
                 at
                 ods
                 in
                 site
                 diametrall
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 former
                 age
                 to
                 th'
                 present
                 place
                 resigne
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 's
                 all
                 this
                 but
                 wafts
                 of
                 winds
                 centrall
              
               
                 That
                 ruffle
                 ,
                 touze
                 ,
                 and
                 tosse
                 Dame
                 Psyche's
                 wrimpled
                 ve●…
              
            
             
               
               
                 48
              
               
                 So
                 Physis
                 .
                 Next
                 is
                 Arachnea
                 thin
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 thinner
                 of
                 these
                 two
                 ,
                 but
                 thinn'st
                 of
                 all
              
               
                 Is
                 Semele
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 next
                 to
                 Psyches
                 skin
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 second
                 we
                 thin
                 Arachnea
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 the
                 spider
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 Princes
                 hall
              
               
                 Takes
                 hold
                 with
                 her
                 industrious
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 weaves
              
               
                 Her
                 daintie
                 tender
                 web
                 ;
                 far
                 short
                 doth
                 fall
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 soft
                 yielding
                 vest
                 ;
                 this
                 vest
                 deceives
              
               
                 The
                 spiders
                 curious
                 touch
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 her
                 praise
                 bereaves
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 49
              
               
                 In
                 midst
                 of
                 this
                 fine
                 web
                 doth
                 Haphe
                 sit
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 the
                 centre
                 from
                 whence
                 all
                 the
                 light
              
               
                 Dispreads
                 ,
                 and
                 goodly
                 glorious
                 Forms
                 do
                 flit
              
               
                 Hither
                 and
                 thither
                 .
                 Of
                 this
                 miroir
                 bright
              
               
                 Haphe's
                 the
                 life
                 and
                 representing
                 might
              
               
                 Haphe's
                 the
                 mother
                 of
                 sense-sympathy
                 ;
              
               
                 Hence
                 are
                 both
                 hearing
                 ,
                 smelling
                 ,
                 taste
                 and
                 sight
                 :
              
               
                 Haphe's
                 the
                 root
                 of
                 felt
                 vitality
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…ut
                 Haphe's
                 mother
                 hight
                 all-spread
                 Community
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 50
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 clear
                 shining
                 miroir
                 Psyche
                 sees
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 falls
                 under
                 sense
                 ,
                 what
                 ere
                 is
                 done
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 earth
                 ;
                 the
                 deserts
                 shaken
                 trees
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 mournfull
                 winds
                 ,
                 the
                 solitary
                 wonne
              
               
                 Of
                 dreaded
                 beasts
                 ,
                 the
                 Lybian
                 Lions
                 moan
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 their
                 hot
                 entrals
                 skorch
                 with
                 hunger
                 keen
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 to
                 God
                 for
                 mea●…
                 do
                 deeply
                 groan
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 hears
                 their
                 crie
                 ,
                 he
                 sees
                 of
                 them
                 unseen
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…is
                 eyelids
                 compasse
                 all
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 wide
                 world
                 been
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 51
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 the
                 weary
                 traveller
                 sit
                 down
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 waste
                 field
                 ofttimes
                 with
                 carefull
                 chear
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 chafed
                 feet
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 long
                 way
                 to
                 town
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 burning
                 thirst
                 ,
                 faintnesse
                 ,
                 and
                 Panick
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 he
                 sees
                 not
                 him
                 that
                 stands
                 so
                 near
                 ,
              
               
                 Fetch
                 from
                 his
                 soul
                 deep
                 sighs
                 with
                 count'nance
                 sad
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 looks
                 on
                 to
                 whom
                 nought
                 doth
                 dispear
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 happy
                 man
                 that
                 full
                 perswasion
                 had
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 !
                 if
                 right
                 at
                 home
                 ,
                 nought
                 of
                 him
                 were
                 ydrad
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 51
              
               
                 A
                 many
                 sparrows
                 for
                 small
                 price
                 be
                 sold
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 none
                 of
                 them
                 his
                 wings
                 on
                 earth
                 doth
                 close
              
               
                 Lighting
                 full
                 soft
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 eye
                 doth
                 behold
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 jets
                 ,
                 their
                 jumps
                 ,
                 that
                 miroir
                 doth
                 disclose
                 .
              
               
                 Thrice
                 happy
                 he
                 that
                 putteth
                 his
                 repose
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 all-present
                 God.
                 That
                 Africk
                 rock
              
               
                 But
                 touch'd
                 with
                 heedlesse
                 hand
                 ,
                 Auster
                 arose
              
               
                 With
                 blust'ring
                 rage
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 his
                 irefull
                 shock
              
               
                 And
                 moody
                 might
                 he
                 made
                 the
                 worlds
                 frame
                 nigh
                 to
                 roc●…
              
            
             
               
                 53
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 not
                 He
                 ,
                 when
                 his
                 Anointed
                 be
              
               
                 Ill
                 handled
                 ,
                 rise
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 his
                 wrathfull
                 stour
              
               
                 Disperse
                 and
                 quell
                 the
                 haughty
                 enemie
                 ,
              
               
                 Make
                 their
                 brisk
                 sprights
                 to
                 lout
                 and
                 lowly
                 lour
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 confound
                 them
                 quite
                 with
                 mighty
                 power
                 ?
              
               
                 Touch
                 not
                 my
                 Kings
                 ,
                 my
                 Prophets
                 let
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 Harm
                 not
                 my
                 Priests
                 ;
                 or
                 you
                 shall
                 ill
                 indure
              
               
                 Your
                 works
                 sad
                 payment
                 and
                 that
                 deadly
                 lone
                 ;
              
               
                 Keep
                 off
                 your
                 hand
                 from
                 that
                 high
                 holy
                 rock
                 of
                 stone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 54
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 I
                 see
                 ?
                 I
                 slumber
                 not
                 nor
                 sleep
                 .
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 I
                 heare
                 ?
                 each
                 noise
                 by
                 shady
                 night
              
               
                 My
                 miroir
                 represents
                 :
                 when
                 mortals
                 sleep
              
               
                 Their
                 languid
                 limbs
                 in
                 Morpheus
                 dull
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 hear
                 such
                 sounds
                 as
                 Adams
                 brood
                 would
                 fright
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 dolefull
                 echoes
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 hill
              
               
                 Mock
                 houling
                 wolves
                 :
                 the
                 woods
                 with
                 black
                 bedight
              
               
                 Answer
                 rough
                 Pan
                 ,
                 his
                 pipe
                 and
                 eke
                 his
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 Satyr-routs
                 rude
                 whoops
                 and
                 shoutings
                 shrill
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 55
              
               
                 The
                 night
                 's
                 no
                 night
                 to
                 me
                 :
                 What
                 ?
                 shall
                 the
                 Owl
              
               
                 And
                 nimble
                 cat
                 their
                 courses
                 truly
                 steer
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 guide
                 their
                 feet
                 and
                 wings
                 to
                 every
                 hole
              
               
                 So
                 right
                 ,
                 this
                 on
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 aire
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 not
                 I
                 by
                 night
                 see
                 full
                 as
                 clear
                 ?
              
               
                 All
                 sense
                 doth
                 in
                 proportion
                 consist
                 ,
              
               
                 Arachnea
                 doth
                 all
                 proportions
                 bear
                 :
              
               
                 All
                 sensible
                 proportions
                 that
                 fine
                 twist
              
               
                 Contains
                 :
                 all
                 life
                 of
                 sense
                 is
                 in
                 great
                 Haphes
                 list
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 56
              
               
                 Sense
                 and
                 concent
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 abhorrency
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 variously
                 divided
                 in
                 each
                 one
              
               
                 Partic'lar
                 creature
                 :
                 But
                 antipathy
              
               
                 Cannot
                 be
                 there
                 where
                 fit
                 proportion
              
               
                 Strikes
                 in
                 with
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 harmonious
                 tone
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Haphe
                 feels
                 nought
                 to
                 her self
                 cont
                 raire
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 her
                 there
                 's
                 tun'd
                 a
                 just
                 Diapason
              
               
                 For
                 every
                 outward
                 stroke
                 :
                 withouten
                 jar
              
               
                 Thus
                 each
                 thing
                 doth
                 she
                 feel
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 thing
                 easly
                 bear
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 57
              
               
                 But
                 Haphe
                 and
                 Arachne
                 I
                 'll
                 dismisse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 fourth
                 vest
                 ,
                 rich
                 Semele
                 display
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 largest
                 of
                 all
                 foure
                 and
                 loosest
                 is
              
               
                 This
                 floting
                 flouring
                 changeable
                 array
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 fairly
                 doth
                 it
                 shine
                 ,
                 and
                 nimbly
                 play
                 ,
              
               
                 Whiles
                 gentle
                 winds
                 of
                 Paradise
                 do
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 bright
                 Sun
                 of
                 the
                 eternall
                 day
              
               
                 Upon
                 it
                 glorious
                 light
                 and
                 forms
                 doth
                 strow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Ahad
                 it
                 with
                 love
                 and
                 joy
                 doth
                 overflow
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 58
              
               
                 This
                 all-spread
                 Semele
                 doth
                 Bacchus
                 bear
                 ,
              
               
                 Impregn'd
                 of
                 Iove
                 or
                 On.
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 wine
              
               
                 That
                 sad
                 down-drouping
                 senses
                 wont
                 to
                 rear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cheerlesse
                 hearts
                 to
                 comfort
                 in
                 ill
                 tine
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 '
                 flames
                 chaste
                 Poets
                 brains
                 with
                 fire
                 divine
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 stronger
                 spright
                 the
                 weaker
                 spright
                 doth
                 sway
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 wonder
                 then
                 each
                 phansie
                 doth
                 incline
              
               
                 To
                 their
                 great
                 mother
                 Semel
                 ,
                 and
                 obey
              
               
                 The
                 vigorous
                 impresse
                 of
                 her
                 enforcing
                 ray
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 59
              
               
                 She
                 is
                 the
                 mother
                 of
                 each
                 Semele
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 daughters
                 be
                 divided
                 one
                 from
                 one
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 she
                 grasps
                 all
                 .
                 How
                 can
                 she
                 then
                 but
                 see
              
               
                 Each
                 Semels
                 shadows
                 by
                 this
                 union
                 ?
              
               
                 She
                 sees
                 and
                 swayes
                 imagination
              
               
                 As
                 she
                 thinks
                 good
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 that
                 she
                 think
                 good
              
               
                 She
                 lets
                 it
                 play
                 by
                 't
                 self
                 ,
                 yet
                 looketh
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 she
                 keeps
                 in
                 that
                 large
                 strong-beating
                 flood
              
               
                 That
                 gars
                 the
                 Poet
                 write
                 ,
                 and
                 rave
                 as
                 he
                 were
                 wood
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 60
              
               
                 Prophets
                 and
                 Poets
                 have
                 their
                 life
                 from
                 hence
                 ;
              
               
                 Like
                 fire
                 into
                 their
                 marrow
                 it
                 searcheth
                 deep
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 flaming
                 fiery
                 flake
                 doth
                 choak
                 all
                 sense
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 binds
                 the
                 lower
                 man
                 with
                 brasen
                 sleep
                 :
              
               
                 Corruption
                 through
                 all
                 his
                 bones
                 doth
                 creep
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 raging
                 raptures
                 do
                 his
                 soul
                 outsnatch
                 :
              
               
                 Round-turning
                 whirlwinds
                 on
                 Olympus
                 steep
              
               
                 Do
                 cast
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 that
                 earst
                 they
                 out
                 did
                 catch
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 stiller
                 whispering
                 winds
                 dark
                 visions
                 unlatch
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 61
              
               
                 But
                 not
                 too
                 farre
                 ,
                 thou
                 bold
                 Platonick
                 Swain
                 !
              
               
                 Strive
                 not
                 at
                 once
                 all
                 myst'ries
                 to
                 discover
              
               
                 Of
                 that
                 strange
                 school
                 :
                 More
                 and
                 more
                 hard
                 remain
              
               
                 As
                 yet
                 untold
                 .
                 But
                 let
                 us
                 now
                 recover
              
               
                 Strength
                 to
                 our selves
                 by
                 rest
                 in
                 duly
                 hower
                 .
              
               
                 Great
                 Psyches
                 parentage
                 marriage
                 and
                 weeds
              
               
                 We
                 having
                 song
                 according
                 to
                 our
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 may
                 rise
                 more
                 fresh
                 for
                 morning
                 deeds
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 's
                 here
                 take
                 Inne
                 and
                 rest
                 our
                 weary
                 sweating
                 steeds
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 THE
                 ARGUMENT
                 OF
                 PSYCHOZOIA
                 .
                 Lib.
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Here
                   's
                   taught
                   how
                   into
                   Psychanie
                
                 
                   Souls
                   from
                   their
                   centrall
                   sourse
                
                 
                   Go
                   forth
                   .
                   Here
                   Beirons
                   ingeny
                
                 
                   Old
                   Mnemon
                   doth
                   discourse
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 I
                 Sang
                 great
                 Psyche
                 in
                 my
                 former
                 song
                 ,
              
               
                 Old
                 Hattoves
                 daughter
                 ,
                 sister
                 unto
                 On
                 ,
              
               
                 Mother
                 of
                 all
                 that
                 nimble
                 Atom-throng
              
               
                 Of
                 winged
                 lives
                 ,
                 and
                 generation
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Psyche
                 wedded
                 to
                 Autocalon
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 both
                 to
                 Ahad
                 forthwith
                 straight
                 were
                 wed
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 as
                 you
                 heard
                 ,
                 all
                 these
                 became
                 but
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 conjoyn'd
                 they
                 lie
                 all
                 in
                 one
                 bed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 that
                 foure-fold
                 vest
                 they
                 be
                 all
                 overspred
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 Here
                 lies
                 the
                 inmost
                 centre
                 of
                 Creation
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 all
                 inward
                 forms
                 and
                 life
                 proceed
                 :
              
               
                 Here
                 's
                 that
                 aereall
                 stole
                 ,
                 that
                 to
                 each
                 fashion
              
               
                 Of
                 sensibles
                 is
                 matter
                 for
                 their
                 weed
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 ground
                 where
                 God
                 doth
                 sow
                 his
                 seed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whilest
                 he
                 sowes
                 with
                 whispering
                 charms
                 doth
                 bid
              
               
                 This
                 flourish
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 to
                 make
                 more
                 speed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 in
                 order
                 by
                 his
                 word
                 doth
                 rid
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 in
                 their
                 fatall
                 round
                 they
                 'pear
                 and
                 then
                 are
                 hid
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 Beginning
                 ,
                 end
                 ,
                 form
                 and
                 continuance
              
               
                 Th'
                 impression
                 of
                 his
                 word
                 to
                 them
                 doth
                 deal
                 .
              
               
                 Occurrences
                 he
                 sees
                 ,
                 and
                 mindeth
                 chance
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 chance
                 hath
                 bounds
                 .
                 The
                 Sea
                 cannot
                 ●…'reswell
              
               
                 Its
                 just
                 precincts
                 ;
                 or
                 rocky
                 shores
                 repell
              
               
                 Its
                 foming
                 force
                 ;
                 or
                 else
                 its
                 inward
                 life
              
               
                 And
                 Centrall
                 rains
                 do
                 fairly
                 it
                 compell
              
               
                 Within
                 it self
                 ,
                 and
                 gently
                 '
                 pease
                 the
                 strife
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 makes
                 it
                 gnaw
                 the
                 bit
                 with
                 rore
                 and
                 rage
                 full
                 rife
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 So
                 fluid
                 chance
                 is
                 set
                 its
                 certain
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 with
                 circling
                 winds
                 it
                 be
                 ytost
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 the
                 Pilots
                 skill
                 doth
                 quite
                 confound
              
               
                 With
                 unexpected
                 storms
                 ,
                 and
                 men
                 have
                 lost
              
               
                 Their
                 time
                 ,
                 their
                 labour
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 precious
                 cost
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 there
                 's
                 a
                 Neptune
                 Sovereigne
                 of
                 this
                 Sea
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 those
                 that
                 in
                 themselves
                 put
                 not
                 their
                 trust
              
               
                 To
                 rude
                 mischance
                 did
                 never
                 yet
                 betray
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 He
                 ,
                 whom
                 both
                 the
                 winds
                 and
                 stormy
                 seas
                 obay
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 Now
                 sith
                 my
                 wandring
                 Bark
                 so
                 far
                 is
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 flitten
                 forth
                 upon
                 the
                 Occan
                 main
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 thee
                 beseech
                 that
                 just
                 dominion
              
               
                 Hast
                 of
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
                 and
                 art
                 true
                 Sovereigne
              
               
                 Of
                 working
                 phansie
                 when
                 it
                 floats
                 amain
              
               
                 With
                 full
                 impregned
                 billows
                 and
                 strong
                 rage
              
               
                 Enforceth
                 way
                 upon
                 the
                 boyling
                 plain
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 steer
                 my
                 ship
                 with
                 wisdome
                 sage
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 with
                 happy
                 course
                 may
                 run
                 my
                 watery
                 stage
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 My
                 mind
                 is
                 mov'd
                 dark
                 Parables
                 to
                 sing
              
               
                 Of
                 Psyche's
                 progeny
                 that
                 from
                 her
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 she
                 was
                 married
                 to
                 that
                 great
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 Aeon
                 ,
                 who
                 just
                 title
                 well
                 may
                 claim
              
               
                 Of
                 every
                 soul
                 ,
                 and
                 brand
                 them
                 with
                 his
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 He
                 that
                 made
                 us
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 our
                 own
                 might
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 who
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 this
                 work
                 can
                 well
                 proclaim
                 ?
              
               
                 We
                 silly
                 sheep
                 cannot
                 bleat
                 out
                 aright
              
               
                 The
                 manner
                 how
                 :
                 but
                 that
                 that
                 giveth
                 light
                 is
                 light
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 Then
                 let
                 us
                 borrow
                 from
                 the
                 glorious
                 Sun
              
               
                 A
                 little
                 light
                 to
                 illustrate
                 this
                 act
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 he
                 is
                 in
                 his
                 solstitiall
                 noon
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 in
                 the
                 welkin
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 cloudy
                 tract
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 make
                 grosse
                 his
                 beams
                 ,
                 and
                 light
                 refract
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 sweep
                 by
                 all
                 those
                 globes
                 that
                 by
                 reflection
              
               
                 His
                 long
                 small
                 shafts
                 do
                 rudely
                 beaten
                 back
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 his
                 rayes
                 have
                 undenied
                 projection
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 we
                 will
                 pursue
                 this
                 mysteries
                 retection
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 Now
                 think
                 upon
                 that
                 gay
                 discoloured
                 bow
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 part
                 that
                 is
                 remotest
                 from
                 the
                 light
              
               
                 Doth
                 duskish
                 hew
                 to
                 the
                 beholder
                 show
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 nearer
                 parts
                 have
                 colours
                 far
                 more
                 bright
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 next
                 the
                 brightest
                 is
                 the
                 subtle
                 light
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 colours
                 seem
                 but
                 a
                 distinct
                 degree
              
               
                 Of
                 light
                 now
                 failing
                 ,
                 such
                 let
                 be
                 the
                 sight
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 far
                 spreaden
                 beams
                 that
                 shines
                 on
                 high
                 :
              
               
                 ●…et
                 vast
                 discoloured
                 orbs
                 close
                 his
                 extremity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 The
                 last
                 extreme
                 ,
                 the
                 fardest
                 off
                 from
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 natures
                 deadly
                 shadow
                 ,
                 Hyle's
                 cell
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 horrid
                 cave
                 ,
                 and
                 womb
                 of
                 dredded
                 Night
                 !
              
               
                 Mother
                 of
                 witchcraft
                 and
                 the
                 cursed
                 spell
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 nothing
                 can
                 avail
                 'gainst
                 Israel
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 Magick
                 can
                 him
                 hurt
                 ;
                 his
                 portion
              
               
                 Is
                 not
                 divided
                 nature
                 ;
                 he
                 doth
                 dwell
              
               
                 In
                 light
                 ,
                 in
                 holy
                 love
                 ,
                 in
                 union
                 :
              
               
                 Not
                 fast
                 to
                 this
                 or
                 that
                 ,
                 but
                 free
                 communion
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 Dependence
                 of
                 this
                 All
                 hence
                 doth
                 appear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 severall
                 degrees
                 subordinate
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 phansie's
                 so
                 unfit
                 such
                 things
                 to
                 clear
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 oft
                 it
                 makes
                 them
                 seem
                 more
                 intricate
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 Gods
                 work
                 it
                 doth
                 disterminate
              
               
                 Too
                 far
                 from
                 his
                 own
                 reach
                 :
                 But
                 he
                 withall
              
               
                 More
                 inward
                 is
                 ,
                 and
                 far
                 more
                 intimate
              
               
                 Then
                 things
                 are
                 with
                 themselves
                 .
                 His
                 ideall
              
               
                 And
                 centrall
                 presence
                 is
                 in
                 every
                 atom-ball
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11
              
               
                 Therefore
                 those
                 different
                 hews
                 through
                 all
                 extend
              
               
                 So
                 far
                 as
                 light
                 :
                 Let
                 light
                 be
                 every
                 where
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 every
                 where
                 with
                 light
                 distinctly
                 blend
              
               
                 Those
                 different
                 colours
                 which
                 I
                 nam'd
                 whilere
              
               
                 The
                 extremities
                 of
                 that
                 far
                 shining
                 sphere
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 far
                 shining
                 sphere
                 ,
                 which
                 centre
                 was
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 those
                 different
                 colours
                 ,
                 and
                 bright
                 chear
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 must
                 unfasten
                 ;
                 so
                 o'respred
                 it
                 has
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 rather
                 deeply
                 fill'd
                 ,
                 with
                 centrall
                 sand
                 each
                 place
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 Now
                 sith
                 that
                 this
                 withouten
                 penetrance
              
               
                 Of
                 bodies
                 may
                 be
                 done
                 :
                 we
                 clearly
                 see
              
               
                 (
                 As
                 well
                 as
                 that
                 pendent
                 subordinance
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 nearly
                 couching
                 of
                 each
                 realtie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Creatours
                 close
                 propinquitie
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 ev'ry
                 creature
                 .
                 This
                 be
                 understood
              
               
                 Of
                 differentiall
                 profundity
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 the
                 overspreading
                 latitude
                 ;
              
               
                 Why
                 may
                 't
                 not
                 equally
                 be
                 stretch'd
                 with
                 th'
                 Ocean
                 floud
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 There
                 Proteus
                 wonnes
                 and
                 fleet
                 Idothea
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 the
                 low'st
                 step
                 of
                 that
                 profunditie
              
               
                 Is
                 pight
                 ;
                 Next
                 that
                 is
                 Psyche's
                 out
                 array
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 Tasis
                 hight
                 :
                 Physis
                 is
                 next
                 degree
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 Psyche's
                 feet
                 impart
                 a
                 smaller
                 fee
              
               
                 Of
                 gentle
                 warmth
                 .
                 Physis
                 is
                 the
                 great
                 womb
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 th'
                 Universitie
              
               
                 Yclad
                 in
                 diverse
                 forms
                 do
                 gaily
                 bloom
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 fade
                 away
                 ,
                 as
                 Psyche
                 gives
                 the
                 doom
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 Next
                 Physis
                 is
                 the
                 tender
                 Arachne
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 in
                 her
                 subtile
                 loom
                 doth
                 Haphe
                 sit
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 last
                 vest
                 is
                 changing
                 Semele
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 next
                 is
                 Psyches
                 self
                 .
                 These
                 garments
                 fit
              
               
                 Her
                 sacred
                 limbs
                 full
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 so
                 knit
              
               
                 One
                 part
                 to
                 other
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 strongest
                 sway
              
               
                 Of
                 sharpest
                 axe
                 ,
                 them
                 no'te
                 asunder
                 smite
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 seventh
                 is
                 Aeon
                 with
                 eternall
                 ray
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 eighth
                 Hattove
                 ,
                 steddy
                 cube
                 ,
                 allpropping
                 Adonai
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 15.
                 
              
               
                 Upon
                 this
                 universall
                 Ogdoas
              
               
                 Is
                 founded
                 every
                 particularment
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 same
                 universall
                 Diapase
              
               
                 Each
                 harmony
                 is
                 fram'd
                 and
                 sweet
                 consent
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 I
                 swerve
                 not
                 farre
                 from
                 my
                 intent
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 Ogdoas
                 let
                 be
                 an
                 unitie
              
               
                 One
                 mighty
                 quickned
                 orb
                 of
                 vast
                 extent
                 ,
              
               
                 Throughly
                 possest
                 of
                 lifes
                 community
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 those
                 vests
                 be
                 seats
                 of
                 Gods
                 vitality
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 Now
                 deem
                 this
                 universall
                 round
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rayes
                 no
                 rayes
                 but
                 a
                 first
                 all-spread
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 centrick
                 all
                 like
                 one
                 pellucid
                 Sun
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 Sun
                 that
                 's
                 free
                 ,
                 not
                 bound
                 by
                 natures
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 where
                 it
                 lists
                 exerts
                 his
                 rayes
                 outright
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 when
                 it
                 lists
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 ,
                 and
                 eke
                 how
                 long
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 retracts
                 so
                 as
                 it
                 thinketh
                 meet
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 rayes
                 be
                 that
                 particular
                 creature-throng
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 number
                 none
                 can
                 tell
                 but
                 that
                 all-making
                 tongue
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 Now
                 blundring
                 Naturalist
                 behold
                 the
                 spring
              
               
                 Of
                 thy
                 deep-searching
                 soul
                 ,
                 that
                 fain
                 would
                 know
              
               
                 Whether
                 a
                 mortall
                 or
                 immortall
                 thing
              
               
                 It
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 whence
                 at
                 first
                 it
                 gan
                 to
                 flow
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 which
                 chiefest
                 is
                 where
                 it
                 must
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 fixt
                 necessity
                 thou
                 fain
                 wouldst
                 find
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 no
                 necessity
                 ,
                 where
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 law
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 good
                 pleasure
                 of
                 an
                 unty'd
                 mind
                 :
              
               
                 Therefore
                 thy
                 God
                 seek
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 leave
                 nature
                 behind
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 He
                 kills
                 ,
                 He
                 makes
                 alive
                 ;
                 the
                 keys
                 of
                 hell
              
               
                 And
                 death
                 he
                 hath
                 .
                 He
                 can
                 keep
                 souls
                 to
                 wo
              
               
                 When
                 cruell
                 hands
                 of
                 fate
                 them
                 hence
                 expell
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 He
                 in
                 Lethe's
                 lake
                 can
                 drench
                 them
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 no
                 act
                 of
                 life
                 or
                 sense
                 can
                 show
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 march
                 out
                 at
                 His
                 word
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 retreat
                 ;
              
               
                 March
                 out
                 with
                 joy
                 ,
                 retreat
                 with
                 footing
                 slow
              
               
                 In
                 gloomy
                 shade
                 ,
                 benumm'd
                 with
                 pallid
                 sweat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 their
                 feeble
                 wings
                 their
                 fainting
                 breasts
                 they
                 beat
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 But
                 souls
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 own
                 good
                 life
                 partake
              
               
                 He
                 loves
                 as
                 His
                 own
                 self
                 ;
                 dear
                 as
                 His
                 eye
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 to
                 Him
                 :
                 He
                 'll
                 never
                 them
                 forsake
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 shall
                 dye
                 ,
                 then
                 God
                 Himself
                 shall
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 live
                 ,
                 they
                 live
                 in
                 blest
                 eternity
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 wicked
                 are
                 not
                 so
                 ;
                 but
                 like
                 the
                 dirt
                 ;
              
               
                 Trampled
                 by
                 man
                 and
                 beast
                 ,
                 in
                 grave
                 they
                 ly
                 :
              
               
                 Filth
                 and
                 corruption
                 is
                 their
                 rufull
                 sort
                 :
              
               
                 Themselves
                 with
                 death
                 and
                 worms
                 in
                 darknesse
                 they
                 disport
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 Their
                 rotten
                 relicks
                 lurk
                 close
                 under
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 living
                 wight
                 no
                 sense
                 or
                 sympathy
              
               
                 They
                 have
                 at
                 all
                 ;
                 nor
                 hollow
                 thundring
                 sound
              
               
                 Of
                 roring
                 winds
                 ,
                 that
                 cold
                 mortality
              
               
                 Can
                 wake
                 ,
                 ywrapt
                 in
                 sad
                 fatality
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 horses
                 hoof
                 that
                 beats
                 his
                 grassie
                 dore
              
               
                 He
                 answers
                 not
                 :
                 The
                 Moon
                 in
                 silency
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 passe
                 by
                 night
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 bedew
                 him
                 o're
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 cold
                 humid
                 rayes
                 ;
                 but
                 he
                 feels
                 not
                 heavens
                 po●…
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 O
                 dolefull
                 lot
                 of
                 disobedience
                 !
              
               
                 If
                 God
                 should
                 souls
                 thus
                 drench
                 in
                 Lethe
                 lake
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 O
                 unspeakable
                 torture
                 of
                 sense
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 sinfull
                 souls
                 do
                 life
                 and
                 sense
                 partake
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 those
                 damn'd
                 spirits
                 may
                 the
                 anvils
                 make
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 fell
                 cruelty
                 ,
                 that
                 lay
                 such
                 blow●…
              
               
                 That
                 very
                 ruth
                 doth
                 make
                 my
                 heart
                 to
                 quake
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 consider
                 of
                 the
                 drery
                 woes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tearing
                 torment
                 that
                 each
                 soul
                 then
                 undergoes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 Hence
                 the
                 souls
                 nature
                 we
                 may
                 plainly
                 see
                 :
              
               
                 A
                 beam
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 th'
                 intellectuall
                 sun
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 ray
                 indeed
                 of
                 that
                 eternity
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 such
                 a
                 ray
                 as
                 when
                 it
                 first
                 out
                 shone
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 a
                 free
                 light
                 its
                 shining
                 date
                 begun
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 same
                 light
                 when
                 't
                 list
                 can
                 call
                 it
                 in
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 that
                 free
                 light
                 hath
                 given
                 a
                 free
                 wonne
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 dependent
                 ray
                 :
                 hence
                 cometh
                 sin
                 ;
              
               
                 From
                 sin
                 drad
                 death
                 and
                 hell
                 :
                 these
                 wages
                 doth
                 it
                 win
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 Each
                 life
                 a
                 severall
                 ray
                 is
                 from
                 that
                 sphere
              
               
                 That
                 sphere
                 doth
                 every
                 life
                 in
                 it
                 contain
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Arachne
                   ,
                   Semel
                
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 rest
                 do
                 bear
              
               
                 Their
                 proper
                 virtue
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 one
                 joynt
                 strain
              
               
                 And
                 powerful
                 sway
                 they
                 make
                 impression
                 plain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 their
                 rayes
                 be
                 joyned
                 into
                 one
              
               
                 By
                 Ahad
                 :
                 so
                 this
                 womb
                 withouten
                 pain
              
               
                 Doth
                 flocks
                 of
                 souls
                 send
                 out
                 that
                 have
                 their
                 won
              
               
                 Where
                 they
                 list
                 most
                 to
                 graze●…
                 as
                 I
                 shall
                 tell
                 anon
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 The
                 country
                 where
                 they
                 live
                 Psychania
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 Psychany
                 ,
                 that
                 hath
                 so
                 mighty
                 bounds
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 bounds
                 it
                 have
                 at
                 all
                 :
                 so
                 infinite
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 of
                 bignesse
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 me
                 confounds
              
               
                 To
                 think
                 to
                 what
                 a
                 vastnesse
                 it
                 amounds
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Sun
                 Saturnus
                 ,
                 Saturn
                 the
                 earth
                 exceeds
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 the
                 Moon
                 ;
                 but
                 all
                 ,
                 those
                 fixed
                 rounds
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Psychany
                 those
                 fixed
                 rounds
                 exceeds
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 farre
                 as
                 those
                 fix'd
                 rounds
                 excell
                 small
                 mustard-seeds
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 Two
                 mighty
                 kingdomes
                 hath
                 this
                 Psychany
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 one
                 self-feeling
                 Autaesthesia
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 other
                 hight
                 god-like
                 Theoprepy
                 .
              
               
                 Autaesthesy's
                 divided
                 into
                 tway
                 :
              
               
                 One
                 Province
                 cleeped
                 is
                 great
                 Adamah
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 also
                 hight
                 Beirah
                 of
                 brutish
                 fashion
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 other
                 Province
                 is
                 Dizoia
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 you
                 may
                 see
                 much
                 mungrill
                 transformation
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…h
                 monstrous
                 shapes
                 proceed
                 from
                 Niles
                 foul
                 inundation
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 Great
                 Michael
                 ruleth
                 Theoprepia
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 mighty
                 Prince
                 .
                 King
                 of
                 Autaesthesy
              
               
                 Is
                 that
                 great
                 Giant
                 who
                 bears
                 mighty
                 sway
                 ,
              
               
                 Father
                 of
                 discord
                 ,
                 falshood
                 ,
                 tyranny
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 name
                 is
                 Daemon
                 ,
                 not
                 from
                 Sciency
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 he
                 boasteth
                 much
                 in
                 skilfull
                 pride
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 's
                 the
                 fount
                 of
                 foul
                 duality
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 wicked
                 witch
                 Duessa
                 is
                 his
                 bride
                 :
              
               
                 ●…m
                 his
                 dividing
                 force
                 this
                 name
                 to
                 him
                 betide
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 Or
                 for
                 that
                 he
                 himself
                 is
                 quite
                 divided
              
               
                 Down
                 to
                 the
                 belly
                 ;
                 there
                 's
                 some
                 unity
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 head
                 and
                 tongue
                 and
                 heart
                 be
                 quite
                 discided
                 ;
              
               
                 Two
                 heads
                 ,
                 two
                 tongues
                 ,
                 and
                 eke
                 two
                 hearts
                 there
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 head
                 doth
                 mischief
                 plot
                 ,
                 that
                 head
                 doth
                 see
              
               
                 Wrong
                 fairly
                 to
                 o'reguild
                 .
                 One
                 tongue
                 doth
                 pray
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 other
                 curse
                 .
                 The
                 hearts
                 do
                 ne're
                 agree
              
               
                 But
                 felly
                 one
                 another
                 do
                 upbray
                 :
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 uggly
                 clo●…en
                 foot
                 this
                 monster
                 doth
                 upstay
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 Two
                 sons
                 great
                 Daemon
                 of
                 Duessa
                 hath
                 :
              
               
                 Autophilus
                 the
                 one
                 ycleeped
                 is
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 Dizoie
                 he
                 worketh
                 wond'rous
                 scath
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 cause
                 what
                 so
                 there
                 goes
                 amisse
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Psyches
                 stronger
                 plumed
                 progenies
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Philosomatus
                 rules
                 Beirah
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 proud
                 puft
                 Giant
                 whilom
                 did
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 Born
                 of
                 the
                 slime
                 of
                 Autaesthesia
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bred
                 up
                 these
                 two
                 sons
                 yborn
                 of
                 Duessa
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 Duessa
                 first
                 invented
                 magick
                 lore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 great
                 skill
                 hath
                 to
                 joyn
                 and
                 disunite
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 herb
                 makes
                 love
                 ,
                 that
                 herb
                 makes
                 hatred
                 sore
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 much
                 she
                 can
                 against
                 an
                 Edomite
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 nought
                 she
                 can
                 against
                 an
                 Israelite
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 heart
                 's
                 upright
                 and
                 doth
                 himself
                 forsake
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 that
                 's
                 one
                 with
                 God
                 no
                 magick
                 might
              
               
                 Can
                 draw
                 or
                 here
                 or
                 there
                 through
                 blind
                 mistake
                 .
              
               
                 Magick
                 can
                 onely
                 quell
                 natures
                 Daemoniake
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 in
                 time
                 my self
                 betake
              
               
                 To
                 straighter
                 course
                 ,
                 few
                 things
                 I
                 will
                 relate
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 which
                 old
                 Mnemon
                 mention
                 once
                 did
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 jolly
                 Swain
                 he
                 was
                 in
                 youthfull
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 mens
                 natures
                 gan
                 to
                 contemplate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Kingdomes
                 view
                 :
                 But
                 he
                 was
                 aged
                 then
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 him
                 saw
                 :
                 his
                 years
                 bore
                 a
                 great
                 date
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 numbred
                 had
                 full
                 te●…
                 times
                 ten
                 times
                 ten
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 no
                 Pythagorist
                 but
                 knows
                 well
                 what
                 I
                 mean.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 Old
                 Mnemons
                 head
                 and
                 beard
                 was
                 hoary
                 white
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 a
                 chearfull
                 countenance
                 he
                 had
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 vigorous
                 eyes
                 did
                 shine
                 like
                 starres
                 bright
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 good
                 decent
                 freez
                 he
                 was
                 yclad
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 blith
                 and
                 buxom
                 as
                 was
                 any
                 lad
              
               
                 Of
                 one
                 and
                 twenty
                 cloth'd
                 in
                 forrest
                 green
                 ;
              
               
                 Both
                 blith
                 he
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 eke
                 of
                 counsell
                 sad
                 :
              
               
                 Like
                 winter
                 morn
                 bedight
                 with
                 snow
                 and
                 rine
              
               
                 And
                 sunny
                 rayes
                 ,
                 so
                 did
                 his
                 goodly
                 eldship
                 shine
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 Of
                 many
                 famous
                 towns
                 in
                 Beirah
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 famous
                 laws
                 and
                 uncouth
                 rites
              
               
                 He
                 spake
                 :
                 but
                 vain
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 to
                 assay
              
               
                 To
                 reckon
                 up
                 such
                 numbers
                 infinite
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 much
                 he
                 spake
                 where
                 I
                 had
                 no
                 insight
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 well
                 I
                 wote
                 that
                 some
                 there
                 present
                 had
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 words
                 to
                 speak
                 to
                 uncapable
                 wight
              
               
                 Of
                 foolishnesse
                 proceeds
                 or
                 phrensie
                 mad
                 .
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 alwayes
                 some
                 ,
                 I
                 wis
                 ,
                 could
                 trace
                 his
                 speeches
                 pad
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 which
                 I
                 do
                 now
                 remember
                 best
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 of
                 Psittacusa
                 lond
              
               
                 Did
                 speak
                 .
                 This
                 Psittacuse
                 is
                 not
                 the
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 the
                 most
                 obscure
                 Country
                 that
                 is
                 found
              
               
                 In
                 wastefull
                 Beiron
                 :
                 it
                 is
                 renownd
              
               
                 For
                 famous
                 clerks
                 yclad
                 in
                 greenish
                 cloak
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 Turkish
                 Priests
                 :
                 if
                 Amorilish
                 ground
              
               
                 We
                 call
                 't
                 ,
                 no
                 cause
                 that
                 title
                 to
                 revoke
                 .
              
               
                 ●…t
                 of
                 this
                 Land
                 to
                 this
                 effect
                 old
                 Mnemon
                 spoke
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 I
                 travelled
                 in
                 Psittacusa
                 lond
                 :
              
               
                 Th'
                 inhabitants
                 the
                 lesser
                 Adamah
              
               
                 Do
                 call
                 it
                 ;
                 but
                 then
                 Adam
                 I
                 have
                 found
              
               
                 It
                 ancienter
                 ,
                 if
                 so
                 I
                 safely
                 may
              
               
                 Unfold
                 th'antiquity
                 They
                 by
                 one
                 day
              
               
                 Are
                 elder
                 then
                 old
                 Adam
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 one
              
               
                 At
                 least
                 are
                 younger
                 then
                 Arcadia
                 ;
              
               
                 O'th'sixth
                 day
                 Adam
                 had
                 's
                 creation
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…ose
                 on
                 the
                 fifth
                 ,
                 the
                 Arcades
                 before
                 the
                 Moon
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 same
                 land
                 as
                 I
                 was
                 on
                 the
                 rode
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 nimble
                 traveller
                 me
                 overtook
                 :
              
               
                 Fairly
                 together
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 we
                 yode
                 .
              
               
                 Tho
                 I
                 gan
                 closely
                 on
                 his
                 person
                 look
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 eye
                 his
                 garb
                 ,
                 and
                 straight
                 occasion
                 sook
              
               
                 To
                 entertain
                 discourse
                 :
                 He
                 likewise
                 saught
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 none
                 could
                 find
                 ;
                 yet
                 first
                 me
                 undertook
                 :
              
               
                 ●…o
                 sone
                 as
                 he
                 gan
                 talk
                 ,
                 then
                 straight
                 I
                 laught
                 :
              
               
                 ●…e
                 sage
                 himself
                 represt
                 ,
                 but
                 thought
                 me
                 nigh
                 distraught
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 His
                 concave
                 nose
                 ,
                 great
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 grave
                 aspect
                 ,
              
               
                 Affected
                 tone
                 ,
                 words
                 without
                 inward
                 sense
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 inly
                 tickled
                 spright
                 made
                 me
                 detect
              
               
                 By
                 outward
                 laughter
                 ;
                 but
                 by
                 best
                 pretence
              
               
                 I
                 pur'gd
                 my self
                 ,
                 and
                 gave
                 due
                 reverence
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 he
                 gan
                 gravely
                 treat
                 of
                 codicils
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 Book
                 readings
                 passing
                 excellence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tri'd
                 his
                 wit
                 in
                 praysing
                 gooses
                 quills
                 :
              
               
                 O
                 happy
                 age
                 !
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 the
                 world
                 Minerva
                 fills
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 I
                 gave
                 the
                 talk
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 which
                 pleas'd
                 him
                 well
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 he
                 seem'd
                 a
                 learned
                 cleark
                 to
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 none
                 contrayr'd
                 his
                 uncontrolled
                 spell
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 alas
                 !
                 though
                 unto
                 him
                 unseen
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 flow
                 with
                 tears
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 that
                 onyons
                 keen
              
               
                 Had
                 pierc'd
                 mine
                 eyen
                 .
                 Strange
                 virtue
                 of
                 fond
                 joy
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 ought
                 to
                 weep
                 that
                 be
                 in
                 evil
                 teen
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 nought
                 my
                 lightsome
                 heart
                 did
                 then
                 annoy
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 light
                 it
                 lay
                 ,
                 it
                 mov'd
                 at
                 every
                 windy
                 toy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 As
                 we
                 yode
                 softly
                 on
                 ,
                 a
                 youngster
                 gent
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 bever
                 cockt
                 and
                 arm
                 set
                 on
                 one
                 side
              
               
                 (
                 His
                 youthfull
                 fire
                 quickly
                 our
                 pace
                 out-went
                 )
              
               
                 Full
                 fiercely
                 pricked
                 on
                 in
                 madcap
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 mettle
                 of
                 his
                 horses
                 heels
                 he
                 tri'd
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hasted
                 to
                 his
                 country
                 Pithecuse
                 .
              
               
                 Most
                 hast
                 worst
                 speed
                 :
                 still
                 on
                 our
                 way
                 we
                 ride
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 him
                 o'retake
                 halting
                 through
                 haplesse
                 bruse
                 ;
              
               
                 We
                 help
                 him
                 up
                 again
                 ,
                 our
                 help
                 he
                 nould
                 refuse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 39
              
               
                 Then
                 gan
                 the
                 learn'd
                 and
                 ag'd
                 
                   Don
                   Psittaco
                
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 another
                 auditour
                 had
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 spruse
                 his
                 plumes
                 ,
                 and
                 wisdome
                 sage
                 to
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 sacred
                 lore
                 to
                 wash
                 the
                 spot
              
               
                 Of
                 youthfull
                 blemishes
                 ;
                 but
                 frequent
                 jot
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 hard
                 setting
                 jade
                 did
                 so
                 confound
              
               
                 The
                 words
                 that
                 he
                 by
                 papyr-stealth
                 had
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 their
                 lost
                 sense
                 the
                 youngster
                 could
                 not
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 he
                 with
                 mimicall
                 attention
                 did
                 abound
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 40
              
               
                 Yet
                 some
                 of
                 those
                 faint-winged
                 words
                 came
                 near
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 God
                 ,
                 of
                 Adam
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 shape
                 divine
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Adams
                 children
                 have
                 ;
                 (
                 these
                 pierc'd
                 his
                 ear
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 that
                 man
                 is
                 Lord
                 of
                 every
                 kind
              
               
                 Of
                 beasts
                 ,
                 of
                 birds
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 each
                 hidden
                 mine
              
               
                 Of
                 natures
                 treasures
                 .
                 He
                 to
                 Adams
                 sonne
              
               
                 The
                 wide
                 world
                 for
                 his
                 kingdome
                 doth
                 designe
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 ever
                 naming
                 God
                 ,
                 he
                 look'd
                 aboven
                 :
              
               
                 ●…thecus
                 straight
                 plac'd
                 God
                 a
                 thought
                 above
                 the
                 Moon
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 41
              
               
                 Pithecus
                 ,
                 so
                 they
                 call
                 this
                 gentile
                 wight
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 docible
                 young
                 man
                 eas'ly
                 could
                 trace
              
               
                 His
                 masters
                 steps
                 ,
                 most
                 quick
                 and
                 expedite
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 Psittaco
                 look'd
                 up
                 to
                 holy
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Pithecus
                 straight
                 with
                 sanctimonious
                 grace
              
               
                 Cast
                 up
                 his
                 eyes
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 the
                 shape
                 divine
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Adam
                 had
                 from
                 God
                 ,
                 he
                 gan
                 to
                 praise
                 ,
              
               
                 Pithecus
                 drawes
                 himself
                 straight
                 from
                 that
                 line
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…nd
                 phansies
                 his
                 sweet
                 face
                 with
                 heavenly
                 hew
                 to
                 shine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 42
              
               
                 He
                 pinch't
                 his
                 hat
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 his
                 horses
                 side
              
               
                 Stretcht
                 forth
                 his
                 russet
                 legs
                 ,
                 himself
                 inclin'd
              
               
                 Now
                 here
                 ,
                 now
                 there
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 exactly
                 eyed
              
               
                 His
                 comely
                 lineaments
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 might
                 find
              
               
                 What
                 ever
                 beauty
                 else
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 mind
              
               
                 As
                 yet
                 in
                 his
                 fair
                 corse
                 .
                 But
                 that
                 full
                 right
              
               
                 And
                 vast
                 prerogative
                 did
                 so
                 unbind
              
               
                 His
                 straited
                 sprights
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 tyrannick
                 might
              
               
                 ●…e
                 forct
                 his
                 feeble
                 beast
                 ,
                 and
                 straight
                 fled
                 out
                 of
                 sight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 43
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 and
                 Psittaco
                 were
                 left
                 alone
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 which
                 was
                 strange
                 ,
                 he
                 deeply
                 silent
                 was
                 :
              
               
                 Whether
                 some
                 inward
                 grief
                 he
                 from
                 that
                 fone
              
               
                 Conceiv'd
                 ,
                 and
                 deemed
                 it
                 no
                 small
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 that
                 bold
                 youngster
                 should
                 so
                 little
                 passe
              
               
                 His
                 learned
                 speech
                 ;
                 or
                 whether
                 nought
                 to
                 sayn
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 then
                 left
                 ;
                 or
                 whether
                 a
                 wild
                 chase
              
               
                 Of
                 flitting
                 inconsistent
                 thoughts
                 he
                 than
              
               
                 ●…rsu'd
                 ,
                 which
                 turn'd
                 and
                 toy'd
                 in
                 his
                 confused
                 brain
                 :
              
            
             
               
               
                 44
              
               
                 Or
                 whether
                 he
                 was
                 woxen
                 so
                 discreet
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 not
                 to
                 speak
                 till
                 fit
                 occasion
                 .
              
               
                 (
                 To
                 judge
                 the
                 best
                 ,
                 that
                 Charity
                 counts
                 meet
                 )
              
               
                 Therefore
                 that
                 Senior
                 sad
                 I
                 gan
                 anon
              
               
                 Thus
                 to
                 bespeak
                 ,
                 Good
                 Sr
                 ,
                 I
                 crave
                 pardon
              
               
                 If
                 so
                 I
                 chance
                 to
                 break
                 that
                 golden
                 twist
              
               
                 You
                 spin
                 ,
                 by
                 rude
                 interpellation
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 twist
                 of
                 choisest
                 thoughts
                 .
                 No
                 whit
                 I
                 miss'd
              
               
                 The
                 mark
                 I
                 aimed
                 at
                 ;
                 to
                 speak
                 he
                 had
                 great
                 list
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 45
              
               
                 So
                 then
                 his
                 spirits
                 gan
                 to
                 come
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 enact
                 his
                 corps
                 and
                 impart
                 might
              
               
                 Unto
                 his
                 languid
                 tongue
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 vein
              
               
                 Received
                 heat
                 ,
                 when
                 due
                 conceived
                 right
              
               
                 I
                 did
                 to
                 him
                 ;
                 and
                 weend
                 he
                 plainly
                 see
                 't
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 was
                 toucht
                 with
                 admiration
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 deep
                 learning
                 ,
                 and
                 quick
                 shifting
                 sight
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 gan
                 quire
                 of
                 the
                 wide
                 Behiron
                 .
              
               
                 Behiron
                 ,
                 quoth
                 that
                 sage
                 ,
                 that
                 hight
                 Anthropion
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 46
              
               
                 Anthropion
                 we
                 call
                 't
                 ;
                 but
                 th'
                 holy
                 tongue
              
               
                 (
                 His
                 learning
                 lay
                 in
                 words
                 )
                 that
                 Behiron
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 we
                 Anthropion
                 ,
                 calls
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 among
              
               
                 The
                 Rabbins
                 read
                 :
                 but
                 sooth
                 to
                 say
                 no
                 tone
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 tongue
                 ,
                 or
                 speech
                 ,
                 so
                 sweet
                 as
                 is
                 our
                 own
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 so
                 significant
                 .
                 For
                 mark
                 the
                 sense
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 is
                 Anthropion
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 we
                 are
                 all
                 of
                 an
                 upright
                 presence
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 I
                 'll
                 be
                 drawn
                 from
                 this
                 conceit
                 by
                 no
                 pretence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 47
              
               
                 I
                 prais'd
                 his
                 steddy
                 faith
                 and
                 confidence
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 stood
                 as
                 fast
                 as
                 trunk
                 or
                 rock
                 of
                 stone
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 nathelesse
                 ,
                 said
                 I
                 ,
                 the
                 excellence
              
               
                 Of
                 stedfastnesse
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 yield
                 to
                 none
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 stiff
                 to
                 stand
                 till
                 mov'd
                 by
                 right
                 reason
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 by
                 yielding
                 ,
                 part
                 of
                 victory
              
               
                 To
                 gain
                 .
                 What
                 fitnesse
                 in
                 Anthropion
                 ?
              
               
                 Baboons
                 and
                 Apes
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 th'
                 Anthropi
              
               
                 Do
                 go
                 upright
                 ,
                 and
                 beasts
                 grown
                 mad
                 do
                 view
                 the
                 sky
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 48
              
               
                 Then
                 marken
                 well
                 what
                 great
                 affinity
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 twixt
                 Ape
                 ,
                 mad
                 Beast
                 ,
                 and
                 Satyrs
                 wild
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 inhabitants
                 of
                 Anthropie
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 they
                 are
                 destitute
                 of
                 manners
                 mild
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 th'
                 inward
                 man
                 with
                 brutishnesse
                 defil'd
              
               
                 Hath
                 life
                 and
                 love
                 and
                 lust
                 and
                 cogitation
              
               
                 Fixt
                 in
                 foul
                 sense
                 ,
                 or
                 moving
                 in
                 false
                 guile
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 holy
                 tongue
                 the
                 better
                 nomination
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…arre
                 I
                 know
                 ,
                 may
                 give
                 :
                 'T
                 is
                 ghesse
                 not
                 full
                 perswasion
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 49
              
               
                 Therefore
                 ,
                 O
                 learned
                 Sr
                 ,
                 aread
                 aright
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 may
                 this
                 word
                 Beiron
                 signifie
                 ?
              
               
                 He
                 wond'rous
                 glad
                 to
                 shew
                 his
                 grammer
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 same
                 word
                 Behiron
                 doth
                 signifie
              
               
                 The
                 brutish
                 nature
                 ,
                 or
                 brutality
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 he
                 :
                 and
                 with
                 his
                 voyce
                 lift
                 up
                 his
                 front
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 his
                 skill
                 did
                 gayly
                 magnifie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 blest
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 an
                 idiot
                 should
                 light
                 on
                 't
              
               
                 ●…happily
                 ,
                 that
                 never
                 was
                 a
                 scholar
                 count
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 50
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ,
                 then
                 holy
                 tongue
                 is
                 on
                 my
                 side
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 holy
                 tongue
                 is
                 better
                 then
                 profane
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 angry
                 at
                 his
                 courtesie
                 ,
                 reply'd
              
               
                 That
                 learned
                 men
                 ought
                 for
                 to
                 entertain
              
               
                 Discourse
                 of
                 learned
                 tongues
                 ,
                 and
                 country
                 Swain
              
               
                 Of
                 country
                 fairs
                 .
                 But
                 for
                 to
                 answer
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 I
                 dare
                 warrant
                 surely
                 to
                 maintain
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…f
                 to
                 contrair
                 the
                 holy
                 tongue
                 should
                 be
              
               
                 ●…urd
                 ,
                 I
                 find
                 enough
                 such
                 contrariety
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 51
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 in
                 simple
                 sort
                 him
                 answered
                 thus
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 ken
                 not
                 the
                 strange
                 guize
                 of
                 learned
                 schools
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 Gods
                 thoughts
                 be
                 contrair
                 unto
                 us
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 deep
                 wonderment
                 possesse
                 our
                 souls
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 call
                 fools
                 wisemen
                 ,
                 and
                 wisemen
                 fools
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 rich
                 he
                 poore
                 men
                 term
                 ,
                 if
                 poore
                 men
                 rich
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 craftie
                 States-men
                 silly
                 country
                 gulls
                 ,
              
               
                 Beasts
                 men
                 ,
                 men
                 beasts
                 ,
                 with
                 many
                 other
                 such
                 :
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 seeth
                 not
                 as
                 man
                 seeth
                 ,
                 God
                 speaks
                 not
                 in
                 mans
                 speech
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 52
              
               
                 Straight
                 he
                 to
                 higher
                 pearch
                 ,
                 like
                 bird
                 in
                 cage
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 skip
                 ,
                 and
                 sang
                 of
                 etern
                 destiny
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 sight
                 and
                 foresight
                 he
                 with
                 count'nance
                 sage
              
               
                 Did
                 speak
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 unfold
                 Gods
                 secresie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 left
                 untoucht
                 no
                 hidden
                 mystery
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 lowly
                 louting
                 held
                 my
                 cap
                 in
                 hand
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 askt
                 what
                 ment
                 that
                 so
                 sudden
                 coursie
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 pardon
                 crave
                 ,
                 said
                 I
                 ,
                 for
                 manners
                 fond
                 ;
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 heavens
                 privie
                 counsellour
                 I
                 understand
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 53
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 wist
                 not
                 before
                 :
                 so
                 deep
                 insight
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 hidden
                 things
                 of
                 God
                 who
                 can
              
               
                 Attain
                 unto
                 without
                 that
                 quickning
                 spright
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 true
                 God
                 ?
                 who
                 knows
                 the
                 mind
                 of
                 man
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 same
                 spright
                 that
                 in
                 his
                 breast
                 doth
                 won
                 ?
              
               
                 Therefore
                 the
                 key
                 of
                 Gods
                 hid
                 secresie
              
               
                 Is
                 his
                 own
                 spright
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 proper
                 to
                 his
                 Son
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 of
                 that
                 second
                 nativitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 holy
                 Temples
                 are
                 of
                 the
                 divinity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 54
              
               
                 Therefore
                 as
                 th'
                 sacred
                 seat
                 o'
                 th'
                 Deity
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 unto
                 you
                 seemly
                 behaviour
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 you
                 be
                 such
                 as
                 you
                 may
                 seem
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 (
                 It
                 is
                 mans
                 nature
                 easily
                 to
                 mistake
                 )
              
               
                 My
                 words
                 his
                 mind
                 did
                 quite
                 asunder
                 break
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 full
                 forward
                 was
                 all
                 to
                 assume
              
               
                 That
                 might
                 him
                 gild
                 with
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 partake
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 ;
                 and
                 joyed
                 greatly
                 in
                 vain
                 fume
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prided
                 much
                 himself
                 in
                 his
                 purloined
                 plume
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 55
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 full
                 loth
                 he
                 was
                 for
                 to
                 undo
              
               
                 My
                 fairly
                 winded
                 up
                 conclusion
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 inwardly
                 did
                 not
                 assent
                 unto
              
               
                 My
                 premises
                 :
                 for
                 foul
                 presumption
              
               
                 He
                 thought
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 a
                 private
                 idiot
                 man
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 new
                 birth
                 should
                 either
                 equalize
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 outstrip
                 the
                 bookish
                 nation
                 .
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 some
                 foul
                 deformities
                 disguise
              
               
                 Their
                 life
                 :
                 pshah
                 !
                 that
                 to
                 knowledge
                 is
                 no
                 prejudice
                 ,
              
            
             
               
               
                 56
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 nould
                 say
                 so
                 :
                 for
                 why
                 ?
                 he
                 was
                 bent
              
               
                 To
                 keep
                 the
                 credit
                 which
                 he
                 then
                 had
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 conceiv'd
                 :
                 for
                 it
                 had
                 been
                 yblent
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 might
                 have
                 hazarded
                 half
                 of
                 his
                 lot
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 wit
                 his
                 godlike
                 hew
                 withouten
                 spot
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 so
                 be
                 such
                 deep
                 knowledge
                 could
                 consist
              
               
                 With
                 wicked
                 life
                 :
                 but
                 he
                 nould
                 lose
                 one
                 jot
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 so
                 high
                 esteem
                 ,
                 nor
                 me
                 resist
                 .
              
               
                 ●…
                 I
                 escap'd
                 the
                 souse
                 of
                 his
                 contracted
                 fist
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 57
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 we
                 came
                 into
                 a
                 way
                 that
                 did
              
               
                 Divide
                 it self
                 into
                 three
                 parts
                 :
                 the
                 one
              
               
                 To
                 Leontopolis
                 ;
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 mid
              
               
                 Did
                 lead
                 straight
                 forth
                 out
                 of
                 wide
                 Beiron
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 was
                 the
                 way
                 that
                 I
                 mote
                 take
                 alone
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 third
                 way
                 led
                 unto
                 Onepolis
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 thitherward
                 
                   Don
                   Psittaco
                
                 put
                 on
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 both
                 these
                 towns
                 ,
                 Alopecopolis
              
               
                 ●…in
                 firm
                 league
                 ,
                 and
                 golden
                 Myrmecopolis
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 58
              
               
                 For
                 nothing
                 they
                 attempt
                 without
                 the
                 aid
              
               
                 Of
                 these
                 two
                 Cities
                 .
                 They
                 'll
                 not
                 wagen
                 war
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 peace
                 conclude
                 ,
                 nor
                 permit
                 any
                 trade
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 make
                 dec●…ees
                 ,
                 nor
                 slake
                 the
                 civil
                 jar
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 take
                 up
                 private
                 wrongs
                 ,
                 nor
                 plead
                 at
                 bar
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 Temples
                 consecrate
                 ,
                 nor
                 Mattins
                 say
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 nought
                 begin
                 divine
                 or
                 secular
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 advisen
                 with
                 those
                 cities
                 tway
                 .
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 potent
                 citizens
                 that
                 bear
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 sway
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 59
              
               
                 No
                 truth
                 of
                 justice
                 in
                 Beirah
                 lond
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 sincere
                 faith
                 void
                 of
                 sly
                 subtlety
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 alwayes
                 seeks
                 it self
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 found
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 law-delusion
                 and
                 false
                 policy
                 ,
              
               
                 False
                 policy
                 that
                 into
                 tyranny
              
               
                 Would
                 quickly
                 wend
                 ,
                 did
                 not
                 stern
                 fear
                 restrain
              
               
                 And
                 keep
                 in
                 aw
                 .
                 Th'
                 Onites
                 democracie
              
               
                 Is
                 nought
                 but
                 a
                 large
                 hungry
                 tyrant-train
                 :
              
               
                 ●…ppression
                 from
                 the
                 poore
                 is
                 an
                 all-sweeping
                 rain
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 60
              
               
                 A
                 sweeping
                 torrent
                 that
                 beats
                 down
                 the
                 corn
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wasts
                 the
                 oxens
                 labour
                 ,
                 headlong
                 throws
              
               
                 The
                 tallest
                 trees
                 up
                 by
                 the
                 root
                 ytorn
                 ,
              
               
                 Its
                 ranging
                 force
                 in
                 all
                 the
                 land
                 it
                 shows
                 ;
              
               
                 Wood
                 rent
                 from
                 hence
                 its
                 rowling
                 rage
                 bestows
              
               
                 In
                 other
                 places
                 that
                 were
                 bare
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 muddied
                 arms
                 of
                 trees
                 the
                 earth
                 it
                 strows
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 list'ning
                 shepherd
                 is
                 amazed
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 it
                 with
                 swift
                 descent
                 so
                 hideously
                 doth
                 rore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 61
              
               
                 Such
                 is
                 the
                 outrage
                 of
                 Democracy
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 fearlesse
                 it
                 doth
                 rule
                 in
                 Beirah
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 little
                 better
                 is
                 false
                 Monarchy
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 it
                 in
                 this
                 same
                 country
                 bears
                 the
                 sway
                 .
              
               
                 (
                 Is
                 't
                 not
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 
                   Autaesthesia
                   ?
                
                 )
              
               
                 So
                 to
                 an
                 inward
                 sucking
                 whirlpools
                 close
              
               
                 They
                 change
                 this
                 swelling
                 torrents
                 surquedry
              
               
                 Much
                 treasure
                 it
                 draws
                 in
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 inclose
              
               
                 In'ts
                 winding
                 mouth
                 ,
                 but
                 whether
                 then
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 mā
                 kno●…
              
            
             
               
                 62
              
               
                 O
                 falsest
                 Beironites
                 ,
                 what
                 gars
                 you
                 plain
              
               
                 One
                 of
                 another
                 ,
                 and
                 vainly
                 accuse
              
               
                 Of
                 foul
                 offence
                 ?
                 when
                 you
                 all
                 entertain
              
               
                 Tyrannick
                 thoughts
                 .
                 You
                 all
                 alike
                 do
                 muse
              
               
                 Of
                 your
                 own
                 private
                 good
                 ,
                 though
                 with
                 abuse
              
               
                 Of
                 those
                 you
                 can
                 tread
                 down
                 with
                 safety
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 way
                 to
                 wealth
                 or
                 honour
                 you
                 refuse
                 .
              
               
                 Faise
                 Onople
                 doth
                 grudge
                 ,
                 and
                 grone
                 ,
                 and
                 cry
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 she
                 is
                 denied
                 a
                 greater
                 tyranny
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 63
              
               
                 Two
                 of
                 that
                 City
                 whilom
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 languid
                 lugs
                 ,
                 and
                 count'nance
                 gravely
                 sad
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 deeply
                 sigh
                 ,
                 and
                 rudely
                 rough
                 did
                 bray
              
               
                 Gainst
                 Leontopolis
                 .
                 The
                 equall
                 pad
              
               
                 Of
                 justice
                 now
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 is
                 seldome
                 trad
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 they
                 ;
                 The
                 Lions
                 might
                 is
                 law
                 and
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 's
                 love
                 or
                 mercy
                 now
                 ?
                 with
                 that
                 out
                 strad
              
               
                 A
                 little
                 dog
                 ,
                 his
                 dames
                 onely
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ran
                 near
                 to
                 their
                 tails
                 ,
                 and
                 bark'd
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 might
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 64
              
               
                 The
                 sourly
                 irefull
                 Onopolitan
              
               
                 Without
                 all
                 mercy
                 kickt
                 with
                 iron
                 heel
              
               
                 The
                 little
                 bawling
                 curre
                 ,
                 that
                 at
                 him
                 ran
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 made
                 his
                 feeble
                 corse
                 to
                 th'
                 earth
                 to
                 reel
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 was
                 so
                 pierc'd
                 with
                 the
                 imprinted
                 steel
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 might
                 grieve
                 an
                 heart
                 of
                 flinty
                 stone
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 herbs
                 ,
                 no
                 salves
                 the
                 breach
                 could
                 ever
                 heal
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 good
                 old
                 wife
                 did
                 then
                 keep
                 house
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 ●…alse
                 hearted
                 carles
                 ,
                 is
                 this
                 your
                 great
                 compassion
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 65
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 no
                 society
                 in
                 Behirah
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 beastlike
                 grazing
                 in
                 one
                 pasture
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 love
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 animated
                 clay
              
               
                 With
                 beauties
                 fading
                 flowers
                 trimly
                 crownd
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 strong
                 sympathies
                 heart-striking
                 stound
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 order
                 but
                 what
                 riches
                 strength
                 and
                 wit
              
               
                 Prescribe
                 .
                 So
                 bad
                 the
                 good
                 eas'ly
                 confound
                 .
              
               
                 Is
                 honesty
                 in
                 such
                 unruly
                 fit
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 's
                 held
                 in
                 no
                 rank
                 ?
                 they
                 '
                 steem
                 it
                 not
                 a
                 whit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 66
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 am
                 weary
                 of
                 this
                 uncouth
                 place
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 man
                 their
                 bad
                 condition
              
               
                 And
                 brutish
                 manners
                 listeth
                 for
                 to
                 trace
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 them
                 reade
                 in
                 the
                 creation
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 wide
                 sensible
                 :
                 where
                 every
                 passion
              
               
                 Of
                 birds
                 and
                 beasts
                 distinctly
                 do
                 display
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 but
                 an
                 ord'nary
                 imagination
              
               
                 The
                 life
                 and
                 soul
                 of
                 them
                 in
                 Behirah
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 Beirah
                 that
                 hight
                 the
                 greater
                 Adamah
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 67
              
               
                 The
                 swelling
                 hatefull
                 Toad
                 ,
                 industrious
                 Ant
                 ,
              
               
                 Lascivious
                 Goat
                 ,
                 Parrot
                 ,
                 or
                 prating
                 Pye
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 kingly
                 Lion
                 ,
                 docil
                 Elephant
                 ,
              
               
                 All-imitating
                 Ape
                 ,
                 gay
                 Butterflie
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 crafty
                 Fox
                 famous
                 for
                 subtilty
                 ,
              
               
                 Majestick
                 Horse
                 ,
                 the
                 Beast
                 that
                 twixt
                 two
                 trees
              
               
                 (
                 A
                 fit
                 resemblance
                 of
                 full
                 gluttony
                 )
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 hath
                 fill'd
                 his
                 gorge
                 ,
                 himself
                 doth
                 squeeze
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 afresh
                 ,
                 Court
                 Spaniels
                 ,
                 and
                 politick
                 Bees
                 ;
              
            
             
               
               
                 68
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 more
                 which
                 I
                 list
                 not
                 repeat
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 foul
                 ,
                 some
                 fair
                 :
                 to
                 th'
                 fair
                 the
                 name
                 they
                 give
              
               
                 Of
                 holy
                 virtues
                 ;
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 but
                 deceit
                 ,
              
               
                 None
                 in
                 Beiron
                 virtuously
                 do
                 live
                 ;
              
               
                 None
                 in
                 that
                 land
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 ever
                 strive
              
               
                 For
                 truth
                 of
                 virtue
                 ,
                 though
                 sometimes
                 they
                 wont
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 swine
                 do
                 swine
                 ,
                 their
                 own
                 blood
                 to
                 relieve
                 .
              
               
                 Beiron's
                 all
                 bruits
                 ,
                 the
                 true
                 manhood
                 they
                 want
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 outward
                 form
                 you
                 pierce
                 with
                 phansie
                 fulminant
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 69
              
               
                 So
                 having
                 got
                 experience
                 enough
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 ill
                 land
                 ,
                 for
                 nothing
                 there
                 was
                 new
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 purpose
                 I
                 held
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 rode
                 quite
                 through
              
               
                 That
                 middle
                 way
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 th'
                 extremes
                 eschew
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 came
                 near
                 the
                 end
                 there
                 was
                 in
                 view
              
               
                 No
                 passage
                 :
                 for
                 the
                 wall
                 was
                 very
                 high
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 there
                 no
                 doore
                 to
                 me
                 it self
                 did
                 shew
                 :
              
               
                 Looking
                 about
                 at
                 length
                 I
                 did
                 espy
              
               
                 A
                 lively
                 youth
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 I
                 presently
                 gan
                 cry
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 70
              
               
                 More
                 willing
                 he
                 's
                 to
                 come
                 then
                 I
                 to
                 call
                 :
              
               
                 Simon
                 he
                 hight
                 ,
                 who
                 also's
                 call'd
                 a
                 Rock
                 :
              
               
                 Simon
                 is
                 that
                 obedientiall
              
               
                 Nature
                 ,
                 who
                 boysterous
                 seas
                 and
                 winds
                 doth
                 mock
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 tempest
                 can
                 him
                 move
                 with
                 fiercest
                 shock
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 house
                 that
                 's
                 thereon
                 built
                 doth
                 surely
                 stand
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 blustring
                 storm
                 ,
                 nor
                 rapid
                 torrents
                 stroke
              
               
                 Can
                 make
                 it
                 fall
                 ;
                 it
                 easily
                 doth
                 withstand
              
               
                 The
                 gates
                 of
                 death
                 and
                 hell
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 Stygian
                 band
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 71
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 gan
                 call
                 ,
                 forthwith
                 in
                 seemly
                 sort
              
               
                 He
                 me
                 approch'd
                 in
                 decent
                 russet
                 clad
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 fit
                 for
                 labour
                 then
                 the
                 flaunting
                 Court
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 came
                 near
                 ,
                 in
                 chearfull
                 wise
                 he
                 bad
              
               
                 Tell
                 what
                 I
                 would
                 :
                 Then
                 I
                 unto
                 the
                 lad
              
               
                 Gan
                 thus
                 reply
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 too
                 long
                 astray
              
               
                 Here
                 have
                 I
                 trampled
                 foul
                 Behirons
                 pad
                 :
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 this
                 land
                 I
                 thought
                 this
                 the
                 next
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 no
                 gate
                 can
                 find
                 ,
                 so
                 vain
                 is
                 mine
                 assay
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 72
              
               
                 Then
                 the
                 wise
                 youth
                 ,
                 Good
                 S
                 r
                 ,
                 you
                 look
                 too
                 high
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 wall
                 aloft
                 is
                 raised
                 ;
                 but
                 that
                 same
                 dore
              
               
                 Where
                 you
                 must
                 passe
                 in
                 deep
                 descent
                 doth
                 lie
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 bad
                 follow
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 go
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 Hard
                 by
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 place
                 ,
                 all
                 covered
                 o're
              
               
                 With
                 stinging
                 nettles
                 and
                 such
                 weedery
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 pricking
                 thistle
                 the
                 hard'st
                 legs
                 would
                 gore
                 ,
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 wall
                 a
                 strait
                 dore
                 we
                 descry
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 wall
                 hight
                 Self-conceit
                 ;
                 the
                 doore
                 Humility
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 73
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 came
                 at
                 the
                 doore
                 fast
                 lockt
                 it
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Simon
                 had
                 the
                 key
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 nould
                 grant
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 into
                 that
                 other
                 land
                 should
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 I
                 made
                 him
                 my
                 concomitant
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 pleas'd
                 me
                 well
                 ,
                 I
                 mus'd
                 not
                 much
                 upon
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 straight
                 accord
                 :
                 for
                 why
                 ?
                 a
                 jolly
                 Swain
              
               
                 Methought
                 he
                 was
                 ;
                 meek
                 ,
                 cheerfull
                 and
                 pleasant
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 saw
                 this
                 ,
                 he
                 thus
                 to
                 me
                 again
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 ,
                 See
                 you
                 that
                 sad
                 couple
                 ?
                 Then
                 I
                 ,
                 I
                 see
                 those
                 twain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 74
              
               
                 A
                 sorry
                 couple
                 certainly
                 they
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 man
                 a
                 bloody
                 knife
                 holds
                 at
                 his
                 heart
              
               
                 With
                 cheerlesse
                 countenance
                 ,
                 as
                 sad
                 is
                 she
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 eld
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 intolerable
                 smart
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 she
                 cannot
                 decline
                 by
                 any
                 Art
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 thus
                 distort
                 and
                 writhe
                 her
                 wrinkled
                 face
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 leaden
                 quadrate
                 swayes
                 hard
                 on
                 that
                 part
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 fit
                 for
                 burdens
                 ;
                 foulnesse
                 doth
                 deface
              
               
                 ●…er
                 aged
                 looks
                 ;
                 with
                 a
                 straight
                 staff
                 her
                 steps
                 she
                 stayes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 75
              
               
                 Right
                 well
                 you
                 say
                 ,
                 then
                 said
                 that
                 Iusty
                 Swain
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 poore
                 couple
                 be
                 my
                 Parents
                 dear
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 I
                 can
                 hence
                 depart
                 without
                 these
                 twain
                 :
              
               
                 These
                 twain
                 give
                 life
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 though
                 void
                 of
                 chear
              
               
                 They
                 be
                 themselves
                 .
                 Then
                 let
                 's
                 all
                 go
                 ▪
                 yfere
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 young
                 mans
                 speech
                 caus'd
                 sad
                 perplexity
              
               
                 Within
                 my
                 breast
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 I
                 did
                 forbear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fairly
                 ask'd
                 their
                 names
                 .
                 He
                 answered
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…c
                 Autaparnes
                 hight
                 ;
                 but
                 she
                 Hypomene
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 76
              
               
                 I
                 Simon
                 am
                 the
                 sonne
                 of
                 this
                 sad
                 pair
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 though
                 full
                 harsh
                 they
                 seem
                 to
                 outward
                 sight
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 when
                 to
                 Dizoie
                 men
                 forth
                 do
                 fare
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 company
                 in
                 all
                 the
                 land
                 so
                 meet
              
               
                 They
                 find
                 as
                 these
                 ;
                 their
                 pacefull
                 well
                 I
                 weet
              
               
                 Is
                 very
                 slow
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 to
                 youthfull
                 haste
              
               
                 Displeasing
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 counsells
                 nothing
                 sweet
              
               
                 To
                 any
                 Beironite
                 :
                 but
                 sweetest
                 taste
              
               
                 Doth
                 bitterst
                 choler
                 breed
                 ,
                 and
                 haste
                 doth
                 maken
                 waste
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 77
              
               
                 Nor
                 let
                 that
                 breast
                 impierc'd
                 with
                 dropping
                 wound
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 uncouth
                 spectacle
                 ,
                 disturb
                 your
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 blood
                 's
                 my
                 food
                 :
                 If
                 he
                 his
                 life
                 effund
              
               
                 To
                 utmost
                 death
                 ,
                 the
                 high
                 God
                 hath
                 design'd
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 both
                 live
                 .
                 He
                 in
                 my
                 heart
                 shall
                 find
              
               
                 A
                 seat
                 for
                 his
                 transfused
                 soul
                 to
                 dwell
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 that
                 's
                 done
                 ,
                 this
                 death
                 doth
                 eke
                 unbind
              
               
                 That
                 heavie
                 weight
                 that
                 doth
                 Hypom'ne
                 quell
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 
                   Anaut
                   aesthetus
                
                 hight
                 ,
                 which
                 seems
                 me
                 well
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 78
              
               
                 So
                 both
                 their
                 lives
                 do
                 vanish
                 into
                 mine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mine
                 into
                 Hattubus
                 life
                 doth
                 melt
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 fading
                 flux
                 of
                 time
                 doth
                 not
                 define
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 is
                 by
                 any
                 Autaesthesian
                 felt
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 life
                 to
                 On
                 the
                 good
                 Hattubus
                 delt
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 it's
                 all
                 joy
                 ,
                 truth
                 ,
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 love
                 and
                 force
                 ;
              
               
                 Such
                 force
                 no
                 wight
                 created
                 can
                 repel't
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 strength
                 and
                 livelyhood
                 is
                 from
                 this
                 sourse
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 lives
                 to
                 this
                 first
                 spring
                 have
                 circular
                 recourse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 79
              
               
                 A
                 lecture
                 strange
                 he
                 seemd
                 to
                 reade
                 to
                 me
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 I
                 did
                 not
                 rightly
                 understand
              
               
                 His
                 meaning
                 ,
                 yet
                 I
                 deemed
                 it
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Some
                 goodly
                 thing
                 ,
                 and
                 weary
                 of
                 that
                 land
              
               
                 Where
                 then
                 I
                 stood
                 ,
                 I
                 did
                 not
                 him
                 withstand
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 request
                 ,
                 although
                 full
                 loth
                 I
                 were
              
               
                 Slow-footed
                 eld
                 the
                 journey
                 should
                 command
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 we
                 were
                 guided
                 by
                 that
                 sory
                 pair
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 to
                 Dizoie
                 full
                 softly
                 we
                 do
                 fare
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 THE
                 ARGUMENT
                 OF
                 PSYCHOZOIA
                 .
                 Lib.
                 3.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Strange
                   state
                   of
                   Dizoie
                   Mnemons
                   skill
                
                 
                   Here
                   wisely
                   doth
                   explain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ida's
                   strong
                   charms
                   ,
                   and
                   Eloim-hill
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   drad
                   dale
                   of
                   Ain
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 BUt
                 now
                 new
                 Stories
                 I
                 'gin
                 to
                 relate
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 aged
                 Mnemon
                 unto
                 us
                 did
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 Whiles
                 we
                 on
                 graffie
                 bed
                 did
                 lie
                 prostrate
              
               
                 Under
                 a
                 shady
                 beach
                 ,
                 which
                 did
                 repell
              
               
                 The
                 fiery
                 skorching
                 shafts
                 which
                 Uriel
              
               
                 From
                 Southern
                 quarter
                 datted
                 with
                 strong
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 other
                 help
                 we
                 had
                 ;
                 for
                 Gabriel
              
               
                 His
                 wholesome
                 cooling
                 blasts
                 then
                 quite
                 restrain'd
                 .
              
               
                 ●…e
                 Lions
                 flaming
                 breath
                 with
                 heat
                 parcht
                 all
                 the
                 land
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 Here
                 seemly
                 sitting
                 down
                 thus
                 gan
                 that
                 Sage
                 ,
              
               
                 Last
                 time
                 we
                 were
                 together
                 here
                 ymet
                 ,
              
               
                 Beirah
                 wall
                 ,
                 that
                 was
                 the
                 utmost
                 stage
              
               
                 Of
                 our
                 discourse
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 forget
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 departed
                 thence
                 the
                 Sun
                 was
                 set
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 nathelesse
                 we
                 past
                 that
                 lofty
                 wall
              
               
                 That
                 very
                 evening
                 .
                 The
                 nights
                 nimble
                 net
              
               
                 That
                 doth
                 encompasse
                 every
                 opake
                 ball
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…hat
                 swims
                 in
                 liquid
                 aire
                 ,
                 did
                 Simon
                 nought
                 apall
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 that
                 stately
                 wall
                 had
                 undercrept
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 straightway
                 found
                 our selves
                 in
                 Dizoie
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 melting
                 clouds
                 chill
                 drizzeling
                 tears
                 then
                 wept
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 misty
                 aire
                 swet
                 for
                 deep
                 agony
                 ,
              
               
                 Swet
                 a
                 cold
                 sweat
                 ,
                 and
                 loose
                 frigidity
              
               
                 Fill'd
                 all
                 with
                 a
                 white
                 smoke
                 ;
                 pale
                 Cynthia
              
               
                 Did
                 foul
                 her
                 silver
                 limbs
                 with
                 filthy
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 Whiles
                 wading
                 on
                 she
                 measured
                 out
                 her
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…nd
                 cut
                 the
                 muddy
                 heavens
                 defil'd
                 with
                 whitish
                 clay
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 No
                 light
                 to
                 guide
                 but
                 the
                 Moons
                 pallid
                 ray
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 even
                 lost
                 in
                 misty
                 troubled
                 aire
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 tract
                 to
                 take
                 ,
                 there
                 was
                 no
                 beaten
                 way
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 chearing
                 strength
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 which
                 might
                 appear
              
               
                 From
                 Dians
                 face
                 :
                 her
                 face
                 then
                 shin'd
                 not
                 clear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 it
                 shineth
                 clearest
                 ,
                 little
                 might
              
               
                 She
                 yieldeth
                 ,
                 yet
                 the
                 Goddesse
                 is
                 severe
                 .
              
               
                 Hence
                 wrathfull
                 dogs
                 do
                 bark
                 at
                 her
                 dead
                 light
                 :
              
               
                 Christ
                 help
                 the
                 man
                 thus
                 clos'd
                 and
                 prison'd
                 in
                 drad
                 nig●…
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 O'rewhelm'd
                 with
                 irksome
                 toil
                 of
                 strange
                 annoyes
              
               
                 In
                 stony
                 stound
                 like
                 senselesse
                 stake
                 I
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 the
                 vast
                 thumps
                 of
                 massie
                 hammers
                 noise
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 on
                 the
                 groning
                 steel
                 laid
                 on
                 such
                 load
                 ,
              
               
                 Empierc'd
                 mine
                 ears
                 in
                 that
                 sad
                 stupid
                 mood
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 weening
                 then
                 some
                 harbour
                 to
                 be
                 nie
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 sory
                 pace
                 thitherward
                 slowly
                 yode
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 eare
                 directed
                 more
                 then
                 by
                 mine
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 there
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 I
                 found
                 small
                 hospitality
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 Foure
                 grisly
                 black-smiths
                 stoutly
                 did
                 their
                 task
              
               
                 Upon
                 an
                 anvile
                 form'd
                 in
                 conick
                 wise
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 neither
                 minded
                 who
                 ,
                 nor
                 what
                 I
                 ask
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 with
                 stern
                 grimy
                 look
                 do
                 still
                 avise
              
               
                 Upon
                 their
                 works
                 ;
                 but
                 I
                 my
                 first
                 emprise
              
               
                 Would
                 not
                 forsake
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 venture
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 none
                 hath
                 list
                 to
                 speak
                 ,
                 or
                 none
                 espies
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 hears
                 :
                 the
                 heavie
                 hammers
                 never
                 lin
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 but
                 a
                 blew
                 faint
                 light
                 in
                 this
                 black
                 shop
                 did
                 shi●…
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 There
                 I
                 into
                 a
                 darksome
                 corner
                 creep
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lay
                 my
                 weary
                 limbs
                 on
                 dusty
                 flore
                 ,
              
               
                 Expecting
                 still
                 when
                 soft
                 down-sliding
                 sleep
              
               
                 Should
                 seize
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 strength
                 to
                 me
                 restore
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 with
                 hovering
                 wings
                 she
                 proch'd
                 ,
                 e'rmore
              
               
                 The
                 mighty
                 souses
                 those
                 foul
                 knaves
                 laid
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 those
                 huge
                 bellows
                 that
                 aloud
                 did
                 rore
                 ,
              
               
                 Chac'd
                 her
                 away
                 that
                 she
                 was
                 ever
                 gone
              
               
                 Before
                 she
                 came
                 ,
                 on
                 pitchy
                 plumes
                 ,
                 for
                 fear
                 ,
                 yflone
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 of
                 those
                 rude
                 rascalls
                 Lypon
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 foul
                 great
                 stooping
                 slouch
                 with
                 heavie
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hanging
                 lip
                 :
                 the
                 second
                 ugly
                 sight
              
               
                 Pale
                 Phobon
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 hedgehog-haires
                 disguise
                 :
              
               
                 ●…elpon
                 is
                 the
                 third
                 ,
                 he
                 the
                 false
                 skies
              
               
                 No
                 longer
                 trusts
                 :
                 The
                 fourth
                 of
                 furious
                 fashion
              
               
                 ●…hrenition
                 hight
                 ,
                 fraught
                 with
                 impatiencies
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 bellows
                 be
                 ycleep'd
                 deep
                 Suspiration
                 :
              
               
                 ●…h
                 kanve
                 these
                 bellows
                 blow
                 in
                 mutuall
                 circulation
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 a
                 number
                 of
                 these
                 lonesome
                 forges
              
               
                 ●…n
                 Bacha
                 vale
                 (
                 this
                 was
                 in
                 Bacha
                 vale
                 )
              
               
                 There
                 be
                 no
                 Innes
                 but
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 but
                 scourges
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 stead
                 of
                 ease
                 they
                 work
                 much
                 deadly
                 bale
              
               
                 To
                 those
                 that
                 in
                 this
                 lowly
                 trench
                 do
                 trale
              
               
                 Their
                 feeble
                 loins
                 .
                 Ah
                 me
                 !
                 who
                 here
                 would
                 fare
                 ?
              
               
                 ●…ad
                 ghosts
                 oft
                 crosse
                 the
                 way
                 with
                 visage
                 pale
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…harp
                 thorns
                 and
                 thistles
                 wound
                 their
                 feeten
                 bare
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…happy
                 is
                 the
                 man
                 that
                 here
                 doth
                 bear
                 a
                 share
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 in
                 this
                 sad
                 vale
                 no
                 little
                 time
              
               
                 Had
                 measured
                 ,
                 and
                 oft
                 had
                 taken
                 Inne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 long
                 penance
                 paid
                 for
                 mine
                 ill
                 crime
              
               
                 Methought
                 the
                 Sun
                 it self
                 began
                 to
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 I
                 had
                 past
                 Dians
                 discipline
                 .
              
               
                 ●…ut
                 day
                 was
                 not
                 yet
                 come
                 ,
                 't
                 was
                 perfect
                 night
                 :
              
               
                 Phoebus
                 head
                 from
                 Ida
                 hill
                 had
                 seen
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…or
                 Ida
                 hill
                 doth
                 give
                 to
                 men
                 the
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Phoebus
                 form
                 ,
                 before
                 Aurora's
                 silver
                 light
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11
              
               
                 ●…ut
                 Phoebus
                 form
                 from
                 that
                 high
                 hill's
                 not
                 clear
              
               
                 Nor
                 figure
                 perfect
                 .
                 It
                 's
                 inveloped
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 purple
                 cloudy
                 veil
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 't
                 appear
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 rounder
                 shape
                 with
                 skouling
                 dreary
                 head
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 glowing
                 face
                 it
                 shows
                 ,
                 ne
                 rayes
                 doth
                 shed
              
               
                 Of
                 lights
                 serenity
                 ,
                 yet
                 duller
                 eyes
              
               
                 With
                 gazing
                 on
                 this
                 irefull
                 sight
                 be
                 fed
                 :
              
               
                 ●…est
                 to
                 their
                 pleasing
                 ,
                 small
                 things
                 they
                 will
                 prize
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 never
                 better
                 saw
                 ,
                 nor
                 better
                 can
                 devise
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 On
                 Ida
                 hill
                 their
                 stands
                 a
                 Castle
                 strong
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 that
                 it
                 built
                 call
                 it
                 Pantheothen
                 .
              
               
                 Hither
                 resort
                 a
                 rascall
                 rabble
                 throng
              
               
                 Of
                 miscreant
                 wights
                 :
                 but
                 if
                 that
                 wiser
                 men
              
               
                 May
                 name
                 that
                 fort
                 ,
                 Pandaemoniothen
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 it
                 cleep
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 the
                 strong'st
                 delusion
              
               
                 That
                 ever
                 Daemon
                 wrought
                 ;
                 the
                 safest
                 pen
              
               
                 That
                 e're
                 held
                 silly
                 sheep
                 for
                 their
                 confusion
                 .
              
               
                 Ill
                 life
                 and
                 want
                 of
                 love
                 ,
                 hence
                 springs
                 each
                 false
                 concl●…
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 
                   That
                   rabble
                   rout
                   that
                   in
                   this
                   Castle
                   won
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Is
                 Irefull-ignorance
                 ,
                 Unseemly-zeal
                 ,
              
               
                 Strong-self-conceit
                 ,
                 Rotten-religion
                 ,
              
               
                 Contentious-reproch-'gainst-Michael
                 -
              
               
                 If-he-of-Moses-body-ought-reveal
                 -
              
               
                 Which-their-dull-skonses-cannot
                 eas'ly-reach
                 ,
              
               
                 Love-of-the-carkas
                 ,
                 An
                 inept-appeal
                 -
              
               
                 T'
                 uncertain
                 papyrs
                 ,
                 A-false-formall-fetch
                 -
              
               
                 Of-seigned-sighes
                 ,
                 Contempt-of
                 poore-and-sinfull-wretch
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 A
                 deep
                 self-love
                 ,
                 Want
                 of
                 true
                 sympathy
                 -
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 mankind
                 ,
                 Th'
                 admiring
                 their
                 own
                 heard
                 ,
              
               
                 Fond
                 pride
                 ,
                 A
                 sanctimonious
                 crueltie
                 -
              
               
                 'Gainst
                 those
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 their
                 wrathfull
                 minds
                 be
                 stirr'd
                 ▪
              
               
                 By
                 strangling
                 reason
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 so
                 aseard
                 -
              
               
                 To
                 lose
                 their
                 credit
                 with
                 the
                 vulgar
                 sort
                 ;
              
               
                 Opinion
                 and
                 long
                 speech
                 'fore
                 life
                 preferr'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Lesse
                 reverence
                 of
                 God
                 then
                 of
                 the
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 Fear
                 and
                 Despair
                 ,
                 Evil
                 surmises
                 ,
                 False
                 report
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 15
              
               
                 Oppression-of-the-poore
                 ,
                 Fell
                 rigourousnesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Contempt-of-Government
                 ,
                 Fiercenes
                 ,
                 Fleshly
                 lust
                 ,
              
               
                 The-measuring-of
                 all-true
                 righteousnesse
              
               
                 By-their
                 own-model
                 ,
                 Cleaving
                 unto-dust
                 ,
              
               
                 Rash-censure
                 ,
                 and
                 despising-of-the-just
                 -
              
               
                 That-are-not-of-their-sect
                 ,
                 False-reasoning
                 -
              
               
                 Concerning-God
                 ,
                 Vain-hope
                 ,
                 Needlesse
                 mistrust
                 ,
              
               
                 Strutting-in
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 Egre
                 slavering
                 -
              
               
                 After
                 hid-skill
                 ,
                 
                   with
                   every
                   inward
                   fulsome
                   thing
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 These
                 and
                 such
                 like
                 be
                 that
                 rude
                 regiment
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 from
                 the
                 glitering
                 sword
                 of
                 Michael
                 fly
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 fly
                 his
                 outstretch'd
                 arm
                 ,
                 else
                 were
                 they
                 shent
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 unto
                 this
                 Castle
                 did
                 not
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 Strongly
                 within
                 its
                 wals
                 to
                 fortifie
              
               
                 Themselves
                 .
                 Great
                 Daemon
                 hath
                 no
                 stronger
                 hold
              
               
                 Then
                 this
                 high
                 Tower.
                 When
                 the
                 good
                 Majesty
              
               
                 Shines
                 forth
                 in
                 love
                 and
                 light
                 ,
                 a
                 vapour
                 cold
              
               
                 ●…d
                 a
                 black
                 hellish
                 smoke
                 from
                 hence
                 doth
                 all
                 infold
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 that
                 love
                 and
                 light
                 and
                 offer'd
                 might
              
               
                 Is
                 thus
                 chok'd
                 up
                 in
                 that
                 foul
                 Stygian
                 steem
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 hells
                 dark
                 jawes
                 should
                 open
                 in
                 despight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 breathe
                 its
                 inmost
                 breath
                 which
                 foul'st
                 I
                 deem
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 more
                 deadly
                 foul
                 I
                 do
                 esteem
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 more
                 contagious
                 ,
                 which
                 this
                 charmed
                 tower
              
               
                 Ever
                 spues
                 forth
                 ,
                 like
                 that
                 fell
                 Dragons
                 steem
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 from
                 poyson'd
                 mouth
                 in
                 rage
                 did
                 poure
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 her
                 ,
                 whose
                 first-born
                 child
                 his
                 chaps
                 might
                 not
                 devour
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 But
                 lest
                 the
                 rasher
                 wit
                 my
                 Muse
                 should
                 blame
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 she
                 did
                 those
                 faults
                 appropriate
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 I
                 even
                 now
                 in
                 that
                 black
                 list
                 did
                 name
                 )
              
               
                 Unto
                 Pantheothen
                 ;
                 The
                 self
                 same
                 state
              
               
                 I
                 dare
                 a
                 vouch
                 you
                 'll
                 find
                 ,
                 where
                 ever
                 hate
              
               
                 Backd
                 with
                 rough
                 zeal
                 ,
                 and
                 bold
                 through
                 want
                 of
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 sects
                 besides
                 its
                 own
                 doth
                 execrate
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 peevish
                 spright
                 with
                 wo
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 fill
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…hile
                 each
                 man
                 all
                 would
                 bind
                 to
                 his
                 fierce
                 furious
                 will.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 O
                 Hate
                 !
                 the
                 fulsome
                 daughter
                 of
                 fell
                 Pride
                 ,
              
               
                 Sister
                 to
                 surly
                 Superstition
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 clean
                 out-shining
                 truth
                 cannot
                 abide
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 loves
                 it self
                 and
                 large
                 Dominion
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 false
                 show
                 of
                 a
                 fair
                 Union
              
               
                 Would
                 all
                 encroch
                 to
                 't
                 self
                 ,
                 would
                 purchase
                 all
              
               
                 At
                 a
                 cheap
                 rate
                 ,
                 for
                 slight
                 Opinion
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 cram
                 they
                 their
                 wide-gaping
                 Crumenall
                 :
              
               
                 ●…t
                 now
                 to
                 Ida
                 hill
                 me
                 lists
                 my
                 feer
                 recall
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 No
                 such
                 inchantment
                 in
                 all
                 Dizoie
              
               
                 As
                 on
                 this
                 hill
                 ;
                 nor
                 sadder
                 sight
                 was
                 seen
              
               
                 Then
                 you
                 may
                 in
                 this
                 rufull
                 place
                 espy
                 .
              
               
                 'Twixt
                 two
                 huge
                 walls
                 on
                 solitary
                 green
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 funerall
                 Cypresse
                 many
                 groves
                 there
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 eke
                 of
                 Ewe
                 ,
                 Eben
                 ,
                 and
                 Poppy
                 trees
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 their
                 gloomy
                 shade
                 foul
                 grisly
                 fiend
              
               
                 Use
                 to
                 resort
                 ,
                 and
                 busily
                 to
                 seize
              
               
                 The
                 darker
                 phansied
                 souls
                 that
                 live
                 in
                 ill
                 disease
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 Hence
                 you
                 may
                 see
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 you
                 dare
                 to
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 side
                 of
                 this
                 accursed
                 hill
                 ,
              
               
                 Many
                 a
                 dreadfull
                 corse
                 ytost
                 in
                 wind
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 with
                 hard
                 halter
                 their
                 loathd
                 life
                 did
                 spil
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 lies
                 another
                 which
                 himself
                 did
                 kill
              
               
                 With
                 rusty
                 knife
                 ,
                 all
                 roll'd
                 in
                 his
                 own
                 bloud
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ever
                 and
                 anon
                 a
                 dolefull
                 knill
              
               
                 Comes
                 from
                 the
                 fatall
                 Owl
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 sad
                 mood
              
               
                 With
                 drery
                 sound
                 doth
                 pierce
                 through
                 the
                 death-shadow●…
                 〈◊〉
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 Who
                 can
                 expresse
                 with
                 pen
                 the
                 irksome
                 state
              
               
                 Of
                 those
                 that
                 be
                 in
                 this
                 strong
                 Castle
                 thrall
                 ?
              
               
                 Yet
                 hard
                 it
                 is
                 this
                 Fort
                 to
                 ruinate
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 so
                 strongly
                 fenc'd
                 with
                 double
                 wall
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fiercest
                 but
                 of
                 Ram
                 no'te
                 make
                 them
                 fall
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 
                   Inevitable
                   Destiny
                
              
               
                 
                   Of
                   Gods
                   Decree
                
                 ;
                 the
                 other
                 we
                 do
                 call
              
               
                 
                   Invincible
                   fleshly
                   infirmity
                
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 Keeper
                 of
                 the
                 Tower
                 ,
                 
                   Unfelt
                   Hypocrisie
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 What
                 Poets
                 phansies
                 fain'd
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 hell
              
               
                 Are
                 truly
                 here
                 .
                 A
                 vultur
                 Tityus
                 heart
              
               
                 Still
                 gnaws
                 ,
                 yet
                 death
                 doth
                 never
                 Tityus
                 quell
                 :
              
               
                 Sad
                 Sisyphus
                 a
                 stone
                 with
                 toylsome
                 smart
              
               
                 Doth
                 roul
                 up
                 hill
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 transcends
                 his
                 art
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 get
                 it
                 to
                 the
                 top
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 may
                 lye
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 steddy
                 plain
                 ,
                 and
                 never
                 backward
                 start
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 course
                 is
                 stopt
                 by
                 strong
                 Infirmity
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 roul
                 comes
                 to
                 this
                 wall
                 ,
                 but
                 then
                 back
                 it
                 doth
                 fly
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 Here
                 fifty
                 Sisters
                 in
                 a
                 sieve
                 do
                 draw
              
               
                 Through-sipping
                 water
                 :
                 Tantalus
                 is
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 though
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 Lord
                 oreflow
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 incompasse
                 him
                 so
                 near
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 waters
                 he
                 in
                 waters
                 doth
                 requere
                 .
              
               
                 Stoop
                 Tantalus
                 and
                 take
                 those
                 waters
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 strength
                 of
                 witchcraft
                 thus
                 blinds
                 all
                 yfere
              
               
                 Twixt
                 these
                 two
                 massie
                 walls
                 ,
                 this
                 hold
                 of
                 sinne
                 ?
              
               
                 ●…ye
                 me
                 !
                 who
                 shall
                 this
                 Fort
                 so
                 strongly
                 fenced
                 win
                 !
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 I
                 heare
                 the
                 clattering
                 of
                 an
                 armed
                 troup
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 ears
                 do
                 ring
                 with
                 the
                 strong
                 pransers
                 heels
                 .
              
               
                 (
                 My
                 soul
                 get
                 up
                 out
                 of
                 thy
                 drousie
                 droop
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 look
                 unto
                 the
                 everlasting
                 hills
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 hollow
                 ground
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 my
                 sense
                 it
                 fills
              
               
                 With
                 sound
                 of
                 solid
                 horses
                 hoofs
                 .
                 A
                 wonder
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 to
                 think
                 how
                 cold
                 my
                 spirit
                 thrills
              
               
                 With
                 strange
                 amaze
                 .
                 Who
                 can
                 this
                 strength
                 dissunder
                 ?
              
               
                 ●…rk
                 how
                 the
                 warlik
                 steeds
                 do
                 neigh
                 their
                 necks
                 do
                 thunder
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 All
                 milkwhite
                 steeds
                 in
                 trappings
                 goodly
                 gay
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 in
                 golden
                 letters
                 be
                 ywrit
              
               
                 These
                 words
                 (
                 even
                 he
                 that
                 runs
                 it
                 readen
                 may
                 )
              
               
                 True
                 righteousnesse
                 unto
                 the
                 Lord
                 of
                 might
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 comely
                 spectacle
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 sight
                 !
              
               
                 'T
                 would
                 easily
                 ravish
                 the
                 beholders
                 eye
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 such
                 beasts
                 ,
                 so
                 fair
                 ,
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 in
                 due
                 ranks
                 to
                 pranse
                 so
                 gallantly
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…aring
                 their
                 riders
                 arm'd
                 with
                 perfect
                 panoply
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 In
                 perfect
                 silver
                 glistring
                 panoply
              
               
                 They
                 ride
                 ,
                 the
                 army
                 of
                 the
                 highest
                 God
                 :
              
               
                 Ten
                 thousands
                 of
                 his
                 Saints
                 approchen
                 nie
              
               
                 To
                 judge
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 rule
                 it
                 with
                 his
                 rod
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 leave
                 all
                 plain
                 where
                 ever
                 they
                 have
                 trod
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 rider
                 on
                 his
                 shield
                 doth
                 bear
                 the
                 Sun
              
               
                 With
                 golden
                 shining
                 beam
                 dispread
                 abroad
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Sun
                 of
                 righteousnesse
                 at
                 high
                 day
                 noon
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 this
                 same
                 strength
                 ,
                 I
                 wene
                 ,
                 this
                 Fort
                 is
                 easly
                 wonne
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 They
                 that
                 but
                 heare
                 thereof
                 shall
                 straight
                 obey
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 strange
                 children
                 shall
                 false
                 semblance
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 all
                 hypocrisie
                 shall
                 soon
                 decay
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 wickednesse
                 into
                 that
                 deadly
                 lake
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 darknesse
                 thither
                 shall
                 it self
                 betake
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 false
                 brood
                 shall
                 in
                 their
                 close
                 places
                 fade
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 Lord
                 shall
                 ne're
                 forsake
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 again
                 ,
                 nor
                 shall
                 deaths
                 dreadfull
                 shade
              
               
                 Return
                 again
                 .
                 Him
                 praise
                 that
                 this
                 great
                 day
                 hath
                 made
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 mighty
                 warlick
                 Michaels
                 hoste
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 easily
                 shall
                 wade
                 through
                 that
                 foul
                 spue
              
               
                 Which
                 the
                 false
                 Dragon
                 casts
                 in
                 every
                 coste
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 the
                 moon-trampling
                 woman
                 much
                 doth
                 rue
              
               
                 His
                 deadly
                 spaul
                 ;
                 but
                 no
                 hurt
                 doth
                 accrew
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 strong
                 army
                 from
                 this
                 filthy
                 steam
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 horse
                 nor
                 man
                 doth
                 fear
                 its
                 lutid
                 hew
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 safely
                 both
                 can
                 swim
                 in
                 this
                 foul
                 stream
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 stream
                 the
                 earth
                 sups
                 up
                 cleft
                 ope
                 by
                 Michaels
                 beam
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 But
                 whiles
                 it
                 beareth
                 sway
                 ,
                 this
                 poysons
                 might
              
               
                 Is
                 to
                 make
                 sterill
                 or
                 prolong
                 the
                 birth
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cause
                 cold
                 palsies
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 dull
                 the
                 sight
              
               
                 By
                 sleepy
                 sloth
                 ;
                 the
                 melancholick
                 earth
              
               
                 It
                 doth
                 increase
                 that
                 hinders
                 all
                 good
                 mirth
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 this
                 dead
                 liquor
                 dull
                 Pantheothen
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 nectar
                 of
                 the
                 Gods
                 preferr'th
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 it
                 so
                 weakens
                 and
                 disables
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 of
                 manhood
                 give
                 no
                 goodly
                 specimen
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 Here
                 one
                 of
                 us
                 began
                 to
                 interpeal
              
               
                 Old
                 Mnemon
                 .
                 Tharrhon
                 that
                 young
                 ladkin
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 prayed
                 this
                 aged
                 Sire
                 for
                 to
                 reveal
              
               
                 What
                 way
                 this
                 Dragons
                 poysonous
                 despight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 strong
                 Pantheothens
                 inwalling
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 escape
                 .
                 Then
                 Mnemon
                 thus
                 gan
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 strange
                 devise
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 each
                 youthfull
                 wight
              
               
                 Would
                 here
                 expect
                 ,
                 or
                 lofty
                 brave
                 assay
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 'll
                 the
                 simple
                 truth
                 ,
                 in
                 simple
                 wise
                 convay
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 Good
                 Conscience
                 ,
                 kept
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 strength
                 and
                 might
              
               
                 That
                 God
                 already
                 unto
                 us
                 hath
                 given
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 presse
                 pursuit
                 of
                 that
                 foregoing
                 light
              
               
                 That
                 egs
                 us
                 on
                 '
                 cording
                 to
                 what
                 we
                 have
                 liven
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 helps
                 us
                 on
                 '
                 cording
                 to
                 what
                 we
                 have
                 striven
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 shaken
                 off
                 the
                 bonds
                 of
                 prejudice
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 dote
                 to
                 much
                 of
                 that
                 we
                 have
                 first
                 conceiven
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 hearty
                 prayer
                 to
                 beg
                 the
                 sweet
                 delice
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 Gods
                 all-loving
                 spright
                 :
                 such
                 things
                 I
                 you
                 aduise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 Can
                 pity
                 move
                 the
                 heart
                 of
                 parents
                 dear
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 that
                 their
                 haplesse
                 child
                 in
                 heavy
                 plight
              
               
                 Doth
                 grieve
                 and
                 moan
                 ?
                 whiles
                 pinching
                 tortures
                 tear
              
               
                 His
                 fainting
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 not
                 that
                 sad
                 sight
              
               
                 Of
                 Gods
                 own
                 Sonne
                 empassion
                 his
                 good
                 spright
              
               
                 With
                 deeper
                 sorrow
                 ?
                 The
                 tender
                 babe
                 lies
                 torn
              
               
                 In
                 us
                 by
                 cruell
                 wounds
                 from
                 hostile
                 might
                 :
              
               
                 Is
                 Gods
                 own
                 life
                 of
                 God
                 himself
                 forlorn
                 ?
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 was
                 he
                 to
                 continuall
                 pain
                 of
                 God
                 yborn
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 Or
                 will
                 you
                 say
                 if
                 this
                 be
                 Gods
                 own
                 Sonne
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 him
                 descend
                 the
                 crosse
                 :
                 for
                 well
                 we
                 ween
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 'll
                 not
                 suffer
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 fordonne
              
               
                 By
                 wicked
                 hand
                 ,
                 if
                 Gods
                 own
                 Sonne
                 he
                 been
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 you
                 have
                 not
                 those
                 sacred
                 misteries
                 seen
                 ,
              
               
                 True-crucifying
                 Jews
                 !
                 the
                 weaker
                 thing
              
               
                 Is
                 held
                 in
                 great
                 contempt
                 in
                 worldly
                 eyen
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 time
                 may
                 come
                 when
                 deep
                 impierced
                 sting
              
               
                 ●…all
                 prick
                 your
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 shall
                 melt
                 with
                 sorrowing
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 Then
                 you
                 shall
                 view
                 him
                 whom
                 with
                 cruell
                 spear
              
               
                 You
                 had
                 transfix'd
                 ,
                 true
                 crucified
                 Sonne
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 true
                 God
                 ,
                 unto
                 his
                 Father
                 dear
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dear
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 nought
                 dearer
                 under
                 sun
                 .
              
               
                 Through
                 this
                 strong
                 love
                 and
                 deep
                 compassion
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 vastly
                 God
                 his
                 kingdome
                 would
                 enlarge
              
               
                 You
                 'll
                 easly
                 see
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 with
                 strong
                 iron
              
               
                 He
                 'll
                 quite
                 subdue
                 the
                 utmost
                 earthly
                 verge
                 .
              
               
                 ●…foolish
                 men
                 !
                 the
                 heavens
                 why
                 do
                 you
                 fondly
                 charge
                 ?
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 Subtimidus
                 ,
                 when
                 Tharrhon
                 sped
                 so
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Took
                 courage
                 to
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 'gan
                 say
              
               
                 To
                 Mnemon
                 ,
                 Pray
                 you
                 Sr.
                 vouchsafe
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 What
                 Antaparnes
                 and
                 Hypomene
              
               
                 And
                 Simon
                 do
                 this
                 while
                 in
                 Dizoe
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 his
                 face
                 shone
                 like
                 the
                 rosy
                 morn
              
               
                 With
                 maiden
                 blush
                 from
                 inward
                 modesty
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 wicked
                 wights
                 do
                 holden
                 in
                 such
                 scorn
                 ,
              
               
                 Sweet
                 harmles
                 modesty
                 a
                 rose
                 withouten
                 thorn
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 Old
                 Mnemon
                 lov'd
                 the
                 Lad
                 even
                 from
                 his
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 blamelesse
                 blush
                 with
                 sanguin
                 light
                 had
                 dyed
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 harmlesse
                 lucid
                 spright
                 with
                 flouring
                 grace
              
               
                 His
                 outward
                 form
                 so
                 seemly
                 beautifyed
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 the
                 old
                 man
                 him
                 highly
                 magnified
              
               
                 For
                 his
                 so
                 fit
                 enquiry
                 of
                 those
                 three
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 his
                 question
                 thus
                 anon
                 replyed
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 small
                 recourse
                 (
                 till
                 that
                 Fort
                 passed
                 be
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 
                   Simon
                   Autaparnes
                
                 or
                 Hypomene
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 that
                 space
                 from
                 Behirons
                 high
                 wall
              
               
                 Unto
                 Pantheothen
                 ,
                 none
                 dares
                 arise
              
               
                 From
                 his
                 base
                 dunghill
                 warmth
                 ;
                 such
                 magicall
              
               
                 Attraction
                 his
                 flagging
                 soul
                 down
                 ties
                 ▪
              
               
                 To
                 his
                 foul
                 flesh
                 :
                 'mongst
                 which
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 there
                 lyes
              
               
                 A
                 litle
                 spark
                 of
                 Gods
                 vitality
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 smoreing
                 filth
                 so
                 close
                 it
                 doth
                 comprize
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 cannot
                 flame
                 out
                 nor
                 get
                 on
                 high
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 province
                 hence
                 is
                 hight
                 earth-groveling
                 Aptery
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 39
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 fair
                 semblances
                 these
                 Apterites
              
               
                 Do
                 make
                 of
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 sighen
                 very
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 God
                 no
                 stronger
                 is
                 .
                 False
                 hypocrites
                 !
              
               
                 You
                 make
                 no
                 use
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 plenteous
                 store
              
               
                 Of
                 Gods
                 good
                 strength
                 which
                 he
                 doth
                 on
                 you
                 poure
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 you
                 fast
                 friends
                 of
                 foul
                 carnality
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 false
                 to
                 God
                 ,
                 his
                 tender
                 sonne
                 do
                 gore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 plaud
                 your selves
                 ,
                 is
                 't
                 be
                 not
                 mortally
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 let
                 you
                 him
                 live
                 in
                 ease
                 ,
                 nor
                 let
                 you
                 him
                 fairly
                 die
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 40
              
               
                 Like
                 faithlesse
                 wife
                 that
                 by
                 her
                 frampard
                 guize
                 ,
              
               
                 Peevish
                 demeanour
                 ,
                 sullen
                 sad
                 disdain
              
               
                 Doth
                 inly
                 deep
                 the
                 spright
                 melancholize
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 aggrieved
                 husband
                 ,
                 and
                 long
                 pain
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 to
                 some
                 sharpe
                 sicknesse
                 doth
                 constrain
              
               
                 His
                 weakned
                 nature
                 to
                 yield
                 victory
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 skorching
                 torture
                 then
                 count
                 death
                 a
                 gain
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 death
                 comes
                 ,
                 in
                 womanish
                 phrensy
              
               
                 ●…at
                 froward
                 femal
                 wretch
                 doth
                 shreek
                 and
                 loudly
                 cry
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 41
              
               
                 So
                 through
                 her
                 moody
                 importunity
              
               
                 From
                 downright
                 death
                 she
                 rescues
                 the
                 poore
                 man
                 :
              
               
                 Self-favouring
                 sense
                 ;
                 not
                 that
                 due
                 loyalty
              
               
                 Doth
                 wring
                 from
                 her
                 this
                 false
                 compassion
                 ,
              
               
                 Compassion
                 that
                 no
                 cruelty
                 can
              
               
                 Well
                 equalize
                 .
                 Her
                 husband
                 lies
                 agast
                 ;
              
               
                 Death
                 on
                 his
                 horrid
                 face
                 so
                 pale
                 and
                 wan
              
               
                 Doth
                 creep
                 with
                 ashy
                 wings
                 .
                 He
                 thus
                 embrac'd
              
               
                 ●…rforce
                 too
                 many
                 dayes
                 in
                 deadly
                 woe
                 doth
                 wast
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 42
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 love
                 that
                 's
                 found
                 in
                 Aptery
              
               
                 To
                 Gods
                 dear
                 life
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 his
                 sonne
                 present
              
               
                 Halfe
                 live
                 ,
                 halfe
                 dead
                 ,
                 handled
                 despightfully
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 sunk
                 in
                 sicknesse
                 or
                 with
                 deep
                 wound
                 rent
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 be
                 he
                 's
                 not
                 quite
                 dead
                 they
                 'r
                 well
                 content
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 hope
                 sure
                 favour
                 of
                 his
                 sire
                 to
                 have
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 have
                 the
                 signes
                 how
                 can
                 they
                 then
                 be
                 shent
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 God
                 of
                 love
                 for
                 his
                 dear
                 life
                 us
                 save
              
               
                 ●…om
                 such
                 conceits
                 ,
                 which
                 men
                 to
                 sinne
                 do
                 thus
                 inslave
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 43
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 from
                 Aptery
                 we
                 were
                 ygone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 past
                 Pantheothens
                 inthralling
                 power
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 from
                 the
                 east
                 chearfull
                 Eous
                 shone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 drave
                 away
                 the
                 nights
                 dead
                 lumpish
                 stour
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 took
                 by
                 th'
                 hand
                 Aurora's
                 vernall
                 houre
                 ;
              
               
                 These
                 freshly
                 tripp'd
                 it
                 on
                 the
                 silver'd
                 hills
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thorow
                 all
                 the
                 fields
                 sweet
                 life
                 did
                 shower
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 gan
                 the
                 joyfull
                 birds
                 to
                 try
                 their
                 skills
                 ;
              
               
                 ●…hey
                 skipt
                 ,
                 they
                 chirpt
                 amain
                 ,
                 they
                 pip'd
                 they
                 danc'd
                 their
                 fills
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 44
              
               
                 This
                 other
                 Province
                 of
                 Dizoia
              
               
                 Hight
                 Pteroessa
                 ;
                 on
                 the
                 flowry
                 side
              
               
                 Of
                 a
                 green
                 bank
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 went
                 on
                 my
                 way
              
               
                 Strong
                 youthfull
                 Gabriel
                 I
                 there
                 espide
                 ,
              
               
                 Courting
                 a
                 nymph
                 all
                 in
                 her
                 maiden
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 for
                 himself
                 :
                 His
                 strife
                 was
                 her
                 to
                 win
              
               
                 To
                 Michael
                 in
                 wedlock
                 to
                 be
                 tide
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 promised
                 she
                 should
                 be
                 Michaels
                 Queen
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 greater
                 things
                 then
                 care
                 hath
                 heard
                 or
                 eye
                 hath
                 seen
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 45
              
               
                 This
                 lovely
                 maid
                 to
                 Gabriel
                 thus
                 replide
                 ,
              
               
                 Thanks
                 ,
                 Sr
                 ,
                 for
                 your
                 good
                 news
                 ;
                 but
                 may
                 I
                 know
              
               
                 Who
                 Michael
                 is
                 that
                 would
                 have
                 me
                 his
                 bride
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 Michael
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 that
                 works
                 such
                 wo
              
               
                 To
                 all
                 that
                 fry
                 of
                 hell
                 ;
                 and
                 on
                 his
                 foe
              
               
                 Those
                 fiends
                 of
                 da●…knesse
                 such
                 great
                 triumphs
                 hath
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 powers
                 of
                 sinne
                 and
                 death
                 he
                 down
                 doth
                 mow
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 strong
                 arm
                 of
                 God
                 have
                 thou
                 but
                 faith
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 great
                 Daemons
                 troups
                 doth
                 work
                 so
                 wondrous
                 〈◊〉
              
            
             
               
                 46
              
               
                 The
                 simple
                 girl
                 believed
                 every
                 word
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 did
                 by
                 subtle
                 querks
                 elude
                 the
                 might
              
               
                 And
                 profer'd
                 strength
                 of
                 the
                 soul-loving
                 Lord
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 answered
                 thus
                 ,
                 Good
                 Sr
                 ,
                 but
                 reade
                 aright
              
               
                 When
                 shall
                 I
                 then
                 appear
                 in
                 Michaels
                 sight
                 ?
              
               
                 When
                 Gabriel
                 had
                 won
                 her
                 full
                 assent
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 well
                 observ'd
                 how
                 he
                 had
                 flam'd
                 her
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 answered
                 ,
                 After
                 the
                 complishment
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 behests
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 her
                 told
                 what
                 hests
                 he
                 ment
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 47
              
               
                 She
                 willingly
                 took
                 the
                 condition
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pliable
                 she
                 promised
                 to
                 be
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Gabriel
                 sware
                 he
                 would
                 wait
                 upon
              
               
                 Her
                 virginship
                 ,
                 whiles
                 in
                 simplicity
              
               
                 His
                 masters
                 will
                 with
                 all
                 good
                 industry
              
               
                 She
                 would
                 fulfill
                 .
                 So
                 here
                 the
                 simple
                 maid
              
               
                 Strove
                 for
                 her self
                 in
                 all
                 fidelity
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 took
                 her self
                 for
                 nothing
                 ;
                 but
                 sh●…
                 plaid
              
               
                 Her
                 part
                 ,
                 she
                 thought
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 indentures
                 had
                 been
                 made
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 48
              
               
                 For
                 she
                 did
                 not
                 with
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ginthink
              
               
                 So
                 curiously
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 God
                 alone
              
               
                 That
                 gives
                 both
                 strengths
                 whe●…
                 ever
                 we
                 do
                 swink
                 :
              
               
                 Graces
                 and
                 natures
                 might
                 be
                 both
                 from
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 is
                 our
                 lifes
                 strong
                 sustentation
                 .
              
               
                 Impossible
                 it
                 is
                 therefore
                 to
                 merit
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 poore
                 men
                 have
                 nothing
                 of
                 our
                 own
                 :
              
               
                 Certes
                 by
                 him
                 alone
                 she
                 stands
                 upright
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 surely
                 falls
                 without
                 his
                 help
                 in
                 per'lous
                 fight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 49
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 went
                 on
                 in
                 Pteroessa
                 lond
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fresh
                 bright
                 morning
                 was
                 no
                 small
                 repast
              
               
                 After
                 the
                 toil
                 in
                 Aptery
                 we
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 with
                 merry
                 chear
                 we
                 went
                 full-fast
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 observed
                 well
                 that
                 in
                 this
                 haste
              
               
                 Simon
                 wax'd
                 faint
                 ,
                 and
                 feeble
                 ,
                 and
                 decay'd
              
               
                 In
                 strength
                 and
                 life
                 before
                 we
                 far
                 had
                 past
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 how
                 much
                 his
                 youthfull
                 flower
                 did
                 fade
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 much
                 more
                 vigour
                 to
                 his
                 parents
                 was
                 repay'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 50
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 old
                 crumpled
                 wight
                 gan
                 go
                 upstraight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Autaparnes
                 face
                 recovered
                 blood
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Simon
                 looked
                 pale
                 withouten
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 Withouten
                 chear
                 ,
                 or
                 joy
                 ,
                 or
                 livelyhood
                 :
              
               
                 Cause
                 of
                 all
                 this
                 at
                 last
                 I
                 understood
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 Autaparn
                 that
                 knife
                 had
                 from
                 him
                 cast
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 almost
                 clos'd
                 the
                 passage
                 of
                 that
                 flood
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 flood
                 ,
                 that
                 blood
                 ,
                 was
                 that
                 which
                 Simons
                 taste
              
               
                 Alone
                 could
                 fit
                 :
                 if
                 that
                 were
                 gone
                 the
                 lad
                 did
                 waste
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 51
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 old
                 mother
                 ,
                 call'd
                 Hypomene
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 ease
                 her
                 back
                 from
                 that
                 down-swaying
                 weight
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 leaden
                 quadrate
                 ,
                 which
                 did
                 miserably
              
               
                 Annoy
                 her
                 crazy
                 corse
                 ;
                 but
                 that
                 more
                 light
              
               
                 She
                 might
                 fare
                 on
                 ,
                 she
                 in
                 her
                 husbands
                 sight
              
               
                 Threw
                 down
                 her
                 load
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 threw
                 down
                 his
                 blade
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 that
                 time
                 began
                 the
                 pitious
                 plight
              
               
                 Of
                 sickly
                 Simon
                 :
                 so
                 we
                 ●…m
                 perswade
              
               
                 Back
                 to
                 retreat
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 th●…
                 dying
                 son
                 some
                 aid
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 52
              
               
                 Though
                 loth
                 ,
                 yet
                 at
                 the
                 length
                 they
                 do
                 assent
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 we
                 return
                 unto
                 the
                 place
                 where
                 lay
              
               
                 The
                 heavy
                 quadrate
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 instrument
              
               
                 Of
                 bleeding
                 smart
                 :
                 it
                 would
                 a
                 man
                 dismay
              
               
                 To
                 think
                 how
                 that
                 square
                 lead
                 her
                 back
                 did
                 sway
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 the
                 halfeclos'd
                 wound
                 was
                 open
                 tore
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 sharpe-pointed
                 knife
                 :
                 and
                 sooth
                 to
                 say
              
               
                 Simon
                 himself
                 was
                 inly
                 grieved
                 sore
                 ,
              
               
                 Seeing
                 the
                 deadly
                 smart
                 that
                 his
                 dear
                 parents
                 bore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 53
              
               
                 So
                 we
                 remeasure
                 the
                 way
                 we
                 had
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 Still
                 faring
                 on
                 toward
                 Theoprepy
                 .
              
               
                 Great
                 strength
                 and
                 comfort
                 't
                 was
                 to
                 think
                 upon
              
               
                 Our
                 good
                 escape
                 from
                 listlesse
                 Aptery
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 thraldome
                 of
                 Infirmity
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 nought
                 perplex'd
                 our
                 stronger
                 plumed
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 may
                 be
                 the
                 blamelesse
                 verity
                 :
              
               
                 Oft
                 we
                 conceiv'd
                 things
                 were
                 peracted
                 right
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 oft
                 we
                 found
                 ourselves
                 guld
                 with
                 strong
                 passions
                 might
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 54
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 more
                 feeble
                 farre
                 we
                 find
                 their
                 force
              
               
                 Then
                 erst
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 in
                 Aptery
              
               
                 To
                 strong
                 Pantheothen
                 they
                 had
                 recourse
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 a
                 plain
                 impossibility
              
               
                 It
                 was
                 to
                 overcome
                 their
                 cruelty
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 encouraged
                 by
                 Gabriel
              
               
                 We
                 strongly
                 trust
                 to
                 have
                 the
                 victory
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 by
                 chance
                 they
                 do
                 our
                 forces
                 quell
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 not
                 by
                 strength
                 of
                 armes
                 but
                 by
                 some
                 misty
                 spell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 55
              
               
                 So
                 bravely
                 we
                 went
                 on
                 withouten
                 dread
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 we
                 came
                 whereas
                 a
                 hill
              
               
                 With
                 steep
                 ascent
                 highly
                 lift
                 up
                 his
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 th'
                 aged
                 foot
                 it
                 worken
                 would
                 much
                 ill
              
               
                 To
                 cl●…mb
                 this
                 cliffe
                 ;
                 with
                 weary
                 ache
                 't
                 would
                 ●…ill
              
               
                 His
                 drier
                 bones
                 .
                 But
                 yet
                 it
                 's
                 smooth
                 and
                 plain
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 top
                 .
                 It
                 passeth
                 farre
                 my
                 skill
              
               
                 The
                 springs
                 ,
                 the
                 bowers
                 ,
                 the
                 walks
                 ,
                 the
                 goodly
                 train
              
               
                 Of
                 fair
                 chaste
                 nymphes
                 that
                 haunt
                 that
                 place
                 for
                 to
                 explain
              
            
             
               
               
                 56
              
               
                 I
                 saw
                 three
                 sisters
                 there
                 in
                 seemly
                 wise
              
               
                 Together
                 walking
                 on
                 the
                 flowry
                 green
                 ,
              
               
                 Yclad
                 in
                 snowy
                 stoles
                 of
                 fair
                 agguize
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 glistring
                 streams
                 of
                 silver
                 waving
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 Skillfully
                 interwove
                 with
                 silken
                 line
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 variously
                 did
                 play
                 in
                 that
                 fair
                 vest
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 much
                 it
                 did
                 delight
                 my
                 wondring
                 eyne
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 face
                 with
                 love
                 and
                 vigour
                 was
                 ydrest
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…ith
                 modesty
                 and
                 joy
                 ,
                 their
                 tongue
                 with
                 just
                 behest
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 57
              
               
                 Their
                 locks
                 hung
                 loose
                 .
                 A
                 triple
                 coronet
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 flaming
                 gold
                 and
                 star-like
                 twinkling
                 stone
              
               
                 Of
                 highest
                 price
                 ,
                 was
                 on
                 their
                 temples
                 set
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Amethyst
                 ,
                 the
                 radiant
                 Diamond
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Jasper
                 ,
                 enemy
                 to
                 spirits
                 wonne
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 other
                 glorious
                 for
                 to
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 three
                 enameld
                 rimmes
                 of
                 that
                 fair
                 crown
              
               
                 Be
                 these
                 :
                 the
                 first
                 hight
                 Dicaeosyne
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…ilosophy
                 the
                 next
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 stiff
                 Apathy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 58
              
               
                 I
                 gaz'd
                 ,
                 and
                 mus'd
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 well
                 nigh
                 distraught
              
               
                 With
                 admiration
                 of
                 those
                 three
                 maids
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 could
                 no
                 further
                 get
                 ,
                 ne
                 further
                 saught
                 ;
              
               
                 Down
                 on
                 the
                 hill
                 my
                 weary
                 limbes
                 I
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fed
                 my
                 feeble
                 eyes
                 ,
                 which
                 me
                 betray'd
              
               
                 Unto
                 loves
                 bondage
                 :
                 Simon
                 lik'd
                 it
                 not
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 me
                 so
                 bewitchd
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 assay'd
              
               
                 By
                 wisest
                 speech
                 to
                 loose
                 this
                 magick
                 knot
                 :
              
               
                 Great
                 pity
                 things
                 so
                 fair
                 should
                 have
                 so
                 foul
                 a
                 spot
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 59
              
               
                 What
                 spot
                 ,
                 said
                 I
                 ,
                 can
                 in
                 these
                 fair
                 be
                 found
                 ?
              
               
                 Both
                 spot
                 in
                 those
                 white
                 vests
                 ,
                 and
                 eke
                 a
                 flaw
              
               
                 In
                 those
                 bright
                 gems
                 wherewith
                 these
                 maids
                 be
                 crown'd
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 you
                 'll
                 but
                 list
                 to
                 see
                 I
                 'll
                 easly
                 show
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 ,
                 both
                 Love
                 of
                 man
                 and
                 holy
                 law
              
               
                 Exactly
                 's
                 kept
                 upon
                 this
                 sacred
                 hill
                 ;
              
               
                 True
                 Fortitude
                 that
                 truest
                 foes
                 doth
                 awe
                 ,
              
               
                 Justice
                 and
                 Abstinence
                 from
                 sweetest
                 ill
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Wisdome
                 like
                 the
                 sun
                 doth
                 all
                 with
                 light
                 o'respill
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 60
              
               
                 Thanks
                 be
                 to
                 God
                 we
                 are
                 so
                 well
                 ariv'd
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 long-sought
                 for
                 land
                 ,
                 Theoprepy
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 soft
                 good
                 Sr
                 ,
                 said
                 Simon
                 ,
                 you
                 'r
                 deceiv'd
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 not
                 yet
                 past
                 through
                 Autaesthesy
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 the
                 spot
                 and
                 flaw
                 he
                 bad
                 me
                 see
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 descry'd
                 in
                 that
                 goodly
                 array
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 spot
                 and
                 flaw
                 self-sens'd
                 Autopathy
              
               
                 Was
                 hight
                 ,
                 the
                 eldest
                 nymph
                 Pythagerissa
                 ,
              
               
                 Next
                 Platonissa
                 hight
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 hight
                 Stoicissa
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 61
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 high
                 mount
                 where
                 these
                 three
                 sisters
                 wonne
                 ,
              
               
                 Said
                 Simon
                 ,
                 cleeped
                 is
                 ,
                 Har-Eloim
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 these
                 it
                 s
                 said
                 ,
                 Do
                 worship
                 to
                 my
                 Sonne
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 right
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 Gods
                 do
                 worship
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 none
                 exempt
                 :
                 those
                 that
                 the
                 highest
                 climbe
              
               
                 Are
                 but
                 his
                 Ministers
                 ,
                 their
                 turns
                 they
                 take
              
               
                 To
                 serve
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 those
                 of
                 lower
                 slime
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 so
                 is
                 not
                 of
                 Christ
                 but
                 doth
                 partake
              
               
                 Of
                 th'
                 Autaesthesian
                 soil
                 ,
                 is
                 life
                 Daemoniake
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 62
              
               
                 His
                 words
                 did
                 strangely
                 work
                 upon
                 my
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wean'd
                 my
                 mind
                 from
                 that
                 I
                 dearly
                 lov'd
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 I
                 nould
                 dwell
                 on
                 this
                 so
                 pleasing
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 down
                 descended
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 me
                 behov'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 my
                 trusty
                 guide
                 me
                 friendly
                 mov'd
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 when
                 we
                 down
                 had
                 come
                 ,
                 and
                 thence
                 did
                 passe
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 low
                 plain
                 ,
                 Simon
                 more
                 clearly
                 prov'd
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 though
                 much
                 beauty
                 there
                 and
                 goodnesse
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 that
                 in
                 Theoprepia
                 did
                 far
                 surpasse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 63
              
               
                 So
                 forward
                 on
                 we
                 fare
                 ,
                 and
                 leave
                 that
                 hill
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 presse
                 still
                 further
                 ;
                 the
                 further
                 we
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 Simon
                 more
                 strength
                 ,
                 more
                 life
                 and
                 godly
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 vigour
                 he
                 and
                 livelyhood
                 did
                 show
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Autaparnes
                 wox
                 more
                 wan
                 and
                 wo
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 faints
                 ,
                 he
                 sinks
                 ,
                 ready
                 to
                 give
                 up
                 ghost
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ag'd
                 Hypomne
                 trod
                 with
                 footing
                 slow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 staggerd
                 with
                 her
                 load
                 ;
                 so
                 ill
                 dispos'd
              
               
                 Their
                 fading
                 spirits
                 were
                 ,
                 that
                 life
                 was
                 well
                 nigh
                 lost
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 53
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 in
                 sight
                 of
                 that
                 black
                 wall
                 we
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 wall
                 by
                 stone-artificer
                 not
                 made
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 it
                 is
                 nought
                 but
                 smoke
                 from
                 duskish
                 flame
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 that
                 low
                 deep
                 valleys
                 pitchy
                 shade
              
               
                 Doth
                 fiercely
                 th'
                 Autopathian
                 life
                 invade
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 glowing
                 heat
                 ,
                 and
                 eateth
                 out
                 that
                 spot
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 dreadfull
                 triall
                 many
                 hath
                 dismaid
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 Autaparnes
                 saw
                 this
                 was
                 his
                 lot
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…ear
                 did
                 his
                 sense
                 benumme
                 ,
                 he
                 wox
                 like
                 earthly
                 clot
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 54
              
               
                 In
                 solemn
                 silency
                 this
                 vapour
                 rose
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 dread
                 dale
                 ,
                 and
                 hid
                 the
                 eastern
                 sky
              
               
                 With
                 its
                 deep
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 evening
                 close
              
               
                 Forestall'd
                 with
                 Stygian
                 obscurity
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 was
                 't
                 not
                 thick
                 ,
                 nor
                 thin
                 ,
                 nor
                 moist
                 ,
                 nor
                 dey
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 stank
                 it
                 ill
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 gave
                 fragrant
                 smell
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 did't
                 take
                 in
                 through
                 pellucidity
              
               
                 The
                 penetrating
                 light
                 ,
                 nor
                 did't
                 repell
              
               
                 Through
                 grosse
                 opacity
                 the
                 beams
                 of
                 Michael
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 55
              
               
                 Yet
                 terrible
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 Psyche's
                 brood
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 still
                 retain
                 the
                 life
                 Daemoniake
                 ;
              
               
                 Constraining
                 fear
                 calls
                 in
                 their
                 vitall
                 flood
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 the
                 drad
                 Magus
                 once
                 doth
                 mention
                 make
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 deep
                 dark
                 abysse
                 ;
                 for
                 fear
                 they
                 quake
              
               
                 At
                 that
                 strong-awing
                 word
                 :
                 But
                 they
                 that
                 die
              
               
                 Unto
                 self-feeling
                 life
                 ,
                 naught
                 shall
                 them
                 shake
                 :
              
               
                 Base
                 fear
                 proceeds
                 from
                 weak
                 Autopathy
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 dale
                 hight
                 Ain
                 ,
                 the
                 fumes
                 hight
                 Anautaesthesy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 56
              
               
                 Into
                 this
                 dismall
                 dale
                 we
                 all
                 descend
                 :
              
               
                 Here
                 Autaeparnes
                 and
                 Hypomene
              
               
                 Their
                 languid
                 life
                 with
                 that
                 dark
                 vapour
                 blend
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 perished
                 fading
                 vitality
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 nought
                 did
                 fade
                 of
                 lifes
                 reality
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 these
                 two
                 old
                 ones
                 their
                 last
                 gasp
                 had
                 fer
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 drad
                 valley
                 their
                 dead
                 corps
                 did
                 lie
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 could
                 well
                 be
                 sav'd
                 to
                 Simon
                 flet
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 Simon
                 first
                 became
                 spotlesse
                 Anautaesthet
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 68
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 had
                 waded
                 quite
                 through
                 this
                 deep
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 then
                 appeard
                 in
                 bright
                 Theoprepy
                 :
              
               
                 Here
                 Phoebus
                 ray
                 in
                 straightest
                 line
                 was
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 earst
                 lay
                 broke
                 in
                 grosse
                 consistency
              
               
                 Of
                 cloudy
                 substance
                 .
                 For
                 strong
                 sympathy
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 divided
                 natures
                 magick
                 band
              
               
                 Was
                 burnt
                 to
                 dust
                 in
                 Anautaesthesie
                 :
              
               
                 Now
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 fear
                 of
                 deaths
                 dart-holding
                 hand
                 :
              
               
                 Fast
                 love
                 ,
                 fixt
                 life
                 ,
                 firm
                 peace
                 in
                 Theoprepia
                 land
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 69
              
               
                 When
                 Mnemon
                 hither
                 came
                 ,
                 he
                 leaned
                 back
              
               
                 Upon
                 his
                 seat
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 long
                 time
                 respired
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 perceiv'd
                 this
                 holy
                 Sage
                 so
                 slack
              
               
                 To
                 speak
                 (
                 well
                 as
                 I
                 might
                 )
                 I
                 him
                 desired
              
               
                 Still
                 to
                 hold
                 on
                 ,
                 if
                 so
                 he
                 were
                 not
                 tired
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tell
                 what
                 fell
                 in
                 blest
                 Theoprepy
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 nould
                 do
                 the
                 thing
                 that
                 I
                 required
                 ,
              
               
                 Too
                 hard
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 that
                 kingdomes
                 glee
              
               
                 To
                 show
                 ;
                 who
                 list
                 to
                 know
                 himself
                 must
                 come
                 and
                 see
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 70
              
               
                 This
                 story
                 under
                 the
                 cool
                 shaddowing
                 beach
              
               
                 Old
                 Mnemon
                 told
                 of
                 famous
                 Dizoie
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 set
                 down
                 all
                 he
                 said
                 passeth
                 my
                 reach
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 would
                 reach
                 even
                 to
                 infinity
                 .
              
               
                 Strange
                 things
                 he
                 spake
                 of
                 the
                 biformity
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Dizoians
                 ;
                 what
                 mongrill
                 sort
              
               
                 Of
                 living
                 wights
                 ;
                 how
                 monstrous
                 shap'd
                 they
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 that
                 man
                 and
                 beast
                 in
                 one
                 consort
                 ;
              
               
                 Goats
                 britch
                 ,
                 mans
                 tongue
                 ,
                 goose
                 head
                 ,
                 with
                 monki's
                 mouth
                 disto●…
                 ▪
              
            
             
               
                 71
              
               
                 Of
                 
                   Centaures
                   ,
                   Cynocephals
                
                 ,
                 walking
                 trees
                 ,
              
               
                 Tritons
                 and
                 Mermaydes
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 uncouth
                 things
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 weeping
                 Serpents
                 with
                 fair
                 womens
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Mad
                 making
                 waters
                 ,
                 sex
                 trans-forming
                 springs
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 foul
                 Circean
                 swine
                 with
                 golden
                 rings
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 such
                 like
                 falshoods
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 straight
              
               
                 Will
                 easly
                 judge
                 all
                 crooked
                 wandrings
                 ,
              
               
                 Suffice
                 it
                 then
                 we
                 have
                 taught
                 that
                 Ruling-right
                 ▪
              
               
                 The
                 good
                 is
                 uniform
                 ,
                 the
                 evil
                 infinite
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
               ΨΥΞΑΘΑΝΑΣΙΑ
               PLATONICA
               :
               OR
               Platonicall
               Poem
               of
               the
               Immortality
               of
               Souls
               ,
               especially
               Mans
               Soul.
               
            
             
               By
               
                 H.
                 M.
              
               Master
               of
               Arts
               ,
               and
               Fellow
               of
               Christs
               Colledge
               in
               Cambridge
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
              
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Empedocles
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Omnia
                 mutantur
                 ,
                 nihil
                 interit
                 ,
              
               
                 Ovid.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Trismegist
                 .
              
            
             
               CAMBRIDGE
               Printed
               by
               
                 Roger
                 Daniel
              
               ,
               Printer
               to
               the
               Universitie
               :
               1642.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               THE
               PREFACE
               TO
               THE
               READER
               .
            
             
               THe
               very
               nerves
               and
               sinews
               of
               Religion
               is
               hope
               of
               immortality
               .
               What
               greater
               incitement
               to
               virtue
               and
               justice
               then
               eternall
               happinesse
               ?
               what
               greater
               terriculament
               from
               wickednesse
               ,
               then
               a
               full
               perswasion
               of
               after-judgement
               and
               continuall
               torture
               of
               spirit
               ?
               But
               my
               labour
               is
               superfluous
               .
               Men
               from
               their
               very
               childhood
               are
               perswaded
               of
               these
               things
               .
               Verily
               ,
               I
               fear
               how
               they
               are
               perswaded
               of
               them
               when
               they
               become
               men
               .
               Else
               would
               not
               they
               ,
               vvhom
               the
               fear
               of
               hell
               doth
               not
               affright
               ,
               die
               so
               unvvillingly
               ,
               nor
               vvicked
               men
               so
               securely
               ;
               nor
               vvould
               so
               many
               be
               vvicked
               .
               For
               even
               naturall-providence
               vvould
               bid
               them
               look
               forvvard
               .
            
             
               Beside
               ,
               some
               men
               of
               a
               melancholick
               temper
               (
               vvhich
               commonly
               distrust
               and
               suspicion
               do
               accompany
               )
               though
               othervvise
               pious
               ,
               yet
               out
               of
               an
               exceeding
               desire
               of
               eternall
               being
               ,
               think
               they
               can
               never
               have
               security
               enough
               for
               this
               so
               pleasing
               hope
               and
               expectation
               ,
               and
               so
               even
               vvith
               anxiety
               of
               mind
               busie
               themselves
               to
               prove
               the
               truth
               of
               that
               strongly
               ,
               vvhich
               they
               desire
               vehemently
               to
               be
               true
               .
               And
               this
               body
               ,
               vvhich
               dissolution
               vvaits
               upon
               ,
               helpeth
               our
               infidelity
               exceedingly
               .
               For
               the
               soul
               not
               seeing
               it self
               ,
               judgeth
               it self
               of
               such
               a
               nature
               ,
               
               as
               those
               things
               are
               to
               which
               she
               is
               nearest
               united
               :
               Falsly
               saith
               ,
               but
               yet
               ordinarily
               ,
               I
               am
               sick
               ,
               I
               am
               weak
               ,
               I
               faint
               ,
               I
               die
               ;
               when
               it
               is
               nough
               :
               but
               the
               perishing
               life
               of
               the
               body
               that
               is
               in
               such
               plight
               ,
               to
               which
               she
               is
               so
               close
               tied
               in
               most
               intimate
               love
               and
               sympathy
               .
               So
               a
               tender
               mother
               ,
               if
               she
               see
               a
               knife
               struck
               to
               her
               childs
               heart
               ,
               would
               shreek
               and
               swound
               as
               if
               her self
               had
               been
               smit
               ;
               whenas
               if
               her
               eye
               had
               not
               beheld
               that
               spectacle
               ,
               she
               had
               not
               been
               moved
               though
               the
               thing
               were
               surely
               done
               .
               So
               I
               do
               verily
               think
               that
               the
               mind
               being
               taken
               up
               in
               some
               higher
               contemplation
               ,
               if
               it
               should
               please
               God
               to
               keep
               it
               in
               that
               ecstasie
               ,
               the
               body
               might
               be
               destroyed
               without
               any
               disturbance
               to
               the
               soul.
               For
               how
               can
               there
               be
               or
               sense
               or
               pain
               without
               animadversion
               ?
            
             
               But
               while
               we
               have
               such
               continuall
               commerce
               with
               this
               frail
               body
               ,
               it
               is
               not
               to
               be
               expected
               but
               that
               we
               shall
               be
               assaulted
               with
               the
               fear
               of
               death
               and
               darknesse
               .
               For
               alas
               !
               how
               few
               are
               there
               that
               do
               not
               make
               this
               visible
               world
               ,
               their
               Adonai
               ,
               their
               stay
               and
               sustentation
               of
               life
               ,
               the
               prop
               of
               their
               soul
               ,
               their
               God
               ?
               How
               many
               Christians
               are
               not
               prone
               to
               whisper
               that
               of
               the
               Heathen
               Poet
               ,
               
                 
                   
                     Soles
                     occidere
                     &
                     redire
                     possunt
                  
                   ;
                
                 
                   
                     Nobis
                     cùm
                     semel
                     occidit
                     brevis
                     lux
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Nox
                     est
                     perpetua
                     una
                     dormienda
                  
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Sunne
                   may
                   set
                   and
                   rise
                   again
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   once
                   sets
                   our
                   short
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Deep
                   sleep
                   us
                   binds
                   with
                   iron
                   chain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wrapt
                   in
                   eternall
                   Night
                   .
                
              
            
             
             
               But
               I
               would
               not
               be
               so
               injurious
               ,
               as
               to
               make
               men
               worse
               then
               they
               are
               ,
               that
               my
               little
               work
               may
               seem
               of
               greater
               use
               and
               worth
               then
               it
               is
               .
            
             
               Admit
               then
               that
               men
               are
               most
               what
               perswaded
               of
               the
               souls
               immortality
               ,
               yet
               here
               they
               may
               reade
               reasons
               to
               confirm
               that
               perswasion
               ,
               and
               be
               put
               in
               mind
               ,
               as
               they
               reade
               ,
               of
               their
               end
               ,
               and
               future
               condition
               ,
               which
               cannot
               be
               but
               profitable
               at
               least
               .
            
             
               For
               the
               pleasure
               they
               'll
               reap
               from
               this
               Poem
               ,
               it
               will
               be
               according
               as
               their
               Genius
               is
               fitted
               for
               it
               .
               For
               as
               Plato
               speaks
               in
               his
               Io
               ,
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               or
               according
               to
               the
               more
               usuall
               phrase
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               &c.
               
               The
               spirit
               of
               every
               Poet
               is
               not
               alike
               ,
               nor
               his
               writings
               alike
               suteable
               to
               all
               dispositions
               .
               As
               Io
               ,
               the
               reciter
               of
               Homers
               verses
               ,
               professeth
               himself
               to
               be
               snatcht
               away
               with
               an
               extraordinary
               fury
               or
               ecstacie
               at
               the
               repeating
               of
               Homers
               Poesie
               ,
               but
               others
               so
               little
               to
               move
               him
               that
               he
               could
               even
               fall
               asleep
               .
               So
               that
               no
               man
               is
               rashly
               to
               condemn
               another
               mans
               labour
               in
               this
               kind
               ,
               because
               he
               is
               not
               taken
               with
               it
               .
               As
               wise
               or
               wiser
               then
               himself
               may
               .
            
             
               But
               this
               is
               a
               main
               piece
               of
               idolatry
               and
               injustice
               in
               the
               world
               ,
               that
               every
               man
               would
               make
               his
               private
               Genius
               an
               universall
               God
               ;
               and
               would
               devour
               all
               mens
               apprehensions
               by
               his
               own
               fire
               ,
               that
               glowes
               so
               hot
               in
               him
               ,
               and
               (
               as
               he
               thinks
               )
               shines
               so
               clear
               .
            
             
               As
               for
               this
               present
               song
               of
               the
               immortality
               of
               the
               soul
               ,
               it
               is
               not
               unlikely
               but
               that
               it
               will
               prove
               
               sung
               
                 Montibus
                 &
                 Sylvis
              
               to
               the
               waste
               Woods
               and
               solitary
               Mountains
               .
               For
               all
               men
               are
               so
               full
               of
               their
               own
               phansies
               and
               idiopathyes
               ,
               that
               they
               scarce
               have
               the
               civility
               to
               interchange
               any
               words
               with
               a
               stranger
               .
               If
               they
               do
               chance
               to
               heare
               his
               exotick
               tone
               ,
               they
               entertain
               it
               with
               laughter
               ,
               a
               passion
               very
               incident
               upon
               that
               occasion
               to
               children
               and
               clowns
               .
               But
               it
               were
               much
               better
               neither
               to
               embosome
               nor
               reject
               any
               thing
               ,
               though
               strange
               ,
               till
               we
               were
               well
               acquainted
               with
               it
               .
            
             
               Exquisite
               disquisition
               begets
               diffidence
               ;
               diffidence
               in
               knowledge
               ,
               humility
               ;
               humility
               ,
               good
               manners
               and
               meek
               conversation
               .
               For
               mine
               own
               part
               ,
               I
               desire
               no
               man
               to
               take
               any
               thing
               .
               I
               write
               upon
               trust
               ,
               vvithout
               canvasing
               ;
               and
               vvould
               be
               thought
               rather
               to
               propound
               then
               to
               assert
               vvhat
               I
               have
               here
               or
               elsevvhere
               vvritten
               .
               But
               continually
               to
               have
               exprest
               my
               diffidence
               in
               the
               very
               tractates
               themselves
               ,
               had
               been
               languid
               and
               ridiculous
               .
            
             
               It
               vvere
               a
               piece
               of
               injustice
               to
               expect
               of
               others
               ,
               that
               vvhich
               I
               could
               never
               indure
               to
               stoup
               to
               my self
               .
               That
               knovvledge
               vvhich
               is
               built
               upon
               humane
               authority
               is
               no
               better
               then
               a
               Castle
               in
               the
               Aire
               .
               For
               vvhat
               man
               is
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               or
               at
               least
               can
               be
               prov'd
               to
               us
               to
               be
               so
               ?
               Wherefore
               the
               foundation
               of
               that
               argument
               will
               but
               prove
               precarious
               ,
               that
               is
               so
               built
               .
               And
               we
               have
               rather
               a
               sound
               of
               words
               signifiing
               the
               thing
               is
               so
               ,
               then
               any
               true
               understanding
               that
               the
               thing
               is
               so
               indeed
               .
            
             
               What
               ever
               may
               seem
               strange
               in
               this
               Poem
               ,
               condemne
               
               it
               not
               ,
               till
               thou
               findest
               it
               dissonant
               to
               Plato's
               school
               ,
               or
               not
               deducible
               from
               it
               .
               But
               there
               be
               many
               arguments
               ,
               that
               have
               no
               strangenesse
               at
               all
               to
               prove
               the
               soules
               immortality
               ;
               so
               that
               no
               man
               that
               is
               not
               utterly
               illiterate
               shall
               lose
               his
               labour
               in
               reading
               this
               short
               treatise
               .
            
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               I
               intended
               to
               spin
               it
               out
               to
               a
               greater
               length
               ;
               but
               things
               of
               greater
               importance
               then
               curious
               theory
               ,
               take
               me
               off
               ;
               beside
               the
               hazard
               of
               speaking
               hard
               things
               to
               a
               multitude
               .
            
             
               I
               make
               no
               question
               ,
               but
               those
               that
               are
               rightly
               acquainted
               with
               Platonisme
               ,
               will
               accept
               of
               that
               small
               pains
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               good
               construction
               of
               my
               poetry
               .
               For
               I
               will
               assure
               thee
               (
               Reader
               )
               that
               it
               will
               be
               nothing
               but
               igorance
               of
               my
               scope
               ,
               that
               shall
               make
               any
               do
               othervvise
               I
               fly
               too
               high
               to
               take
               notice
               of
               lesser
               flaws
               .
               If
               thou
               seest
               them
               ,
               I
               give
               thee
               free
               liberty
               to
               mend
               them
               .
               But
               if
               thou
               regardest
               not
               lesser
               trifles
               ,
               we
               be
               well
               met
               .
            
             
               Farewell
               .
            
             
               
                 H.
                 M.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   1.
                   
                   Cant.
                   1.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Struck
                     with
                     strong
                     sense
                     of
                     Gods
                     good
                     will
                  
                   
                     The
                     immortalitie
                  
                   
                     Of
                     souls
                     I
                     sing
                     ;
                     Praise
                     with
                     my
                     quill
                  
                   
                     Plato's
                     Philosophie
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   VVHatever-man
                   he
                   be
                   that
                   dares
                   to
                   deem
                
                 
                   True
                   Poets
                   skill
                   do
                   spring
                   of
                   earthly
                   race
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   must
                   him
                   tell
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   doth
                   misesteem
                
                 
                   Their
                   strange
                   estate
                   ,
                   and
                   eke
                   himself
                   disgrace
                
                 
                   By
                   his
                   rude
                   ignorance
                   .
                   For
                   there
                   's
                   no
                   place
                
                 
                   For
                   forced
                   labour
                   ,
                   or
                   slow
                   industry
                
                 
                   Of
                   flagging
                   wits
                   ,
                   in
                   that
                   high
                   fiery
                   chace
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   soon
                   as
                   of
                   the
                   Muse
                   they
                   quickned
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   once
                   they
                   rise
                   ,
                   and
                   lively
                   sing
                   like
                   lark
                   in
                   skie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Like
                   to
                   a
                   meteor
                   ,
                   whose
                   materiall
                
                 
                   Is
                   low
                   unwieldy
                   earth
                   ,
                   base
                   unetuous
                   slime
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   inward
                   hidden
                   parts
                   ethereall
                
                 
                   Ly
                   close
                   upwrapt
                   in
                   that
                   dull
                   sluggish
                   fime
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ly
                   fast
                   asleep
                   ,
                   till
                   at
                   some
                   fatall
                   time
                
                 
                   Great
                   Phoebus
                   lamp
                   has
                   fir'd
                   its
                   inward
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   even
                   of
                   it self
                   on
                   high
                   doth
                   climb
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   earst
                   was
                   dark
                   becomes
                   all
                   eye
                   ,
                   all
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bright
                   starre
                   ,
                   that
                   to
                   the
                   wise
                   of
                   future
                   things
                   gives
                   light
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Even
                   so
                   the
                   weaker
                   mind
                   ,
                   that
                   languid
                   lies
                
                 
                   Knit
                   up
                   in
                   rags
                   of
                   dirt
                   ,
                   dark
                   cold
                   and
                   blind
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   soon
                   that
                   purer
                   flame
                   of
                   love
                   unties
                
                 
                   Its
                   clogging
                   chains
                   ,
                   and
                   doth
                   its
                   spright
                   unbind
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   sores
                   aloft
                   ;
                   for
                   it
                   it self
                   doth
                   find
                
                 
                   Well
                   plum'd
                   ;
                   so
                   rais'd
                   upon
                   its
                   spreaden
                   wing
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   softly
                   playes
                   ,
                   and
                   warbles
                   in
                   the
                   wind
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   carols
                   out
                   its
                   inward
                   life
                   and
                   spring
                
                 
                   Of
                   over-flowing
                   joy
                   ,
                   and
                   of
                   pure
                   love
                   dothsing
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   It
                   sings
                   of
                   purest
                   love
                   ,
                   not
                   that
                   base
                   passion
                
                 
                   That
                   fouls
                   the
                   soul
                   with
                   filth
                   of
                   lawles
                   lust
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Circe-like
                   its
                   shape
                   doth
                   all
                   misfashion
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   bright
                   slame
                   that
                   's
                   proper
                   to
                   the
                   just
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   eats
                   away
                   all
                   drosse
                   and
                   cankred
                   rust
                
                 
                   With
                   its
                   refining
                   heat
                   ,
                   unites
                   the
                   mind
                
                 
                   With
                   Gods
                   own
                   spright
                   ,
                   who
                   raiseth
                   from
                   the
                   dust
                
                 
                   The
                   slumb'ring
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   his
                   usage
                   kind
                
                 
                   Makes't
                   breath
                   after
                   that
                   life
                   that
                   time
                   hath
                   not
                   desin'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   So
                   hath
                   he
                   rais'd
                   my
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   possest
                
                 
                   My
                   inward
                   spright
                   ,
                   with
                   that
                   unfeigned
                   will
                
                 
                   He
                   bears
                   to
                   Psyche's
                   brood
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   ne're
                   rest
                
                 
                   But
                   ruth
                   or
                   ragefull
                   indignation
                   fill
                
                 
                   My
                   troubled
                   veins
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   my
                   life
                   near
                   spill
                
                 
                   With
                   sorrow
                   and
                   disdain
                   ,
                   for
                   that
                   foul
                   lore
                
                 
                   That
                   crept
                   from
                   dismall
                   shades
                   of
                   night
                   ,
                   and
                   quill
                
                 
                   Steep'd
                   in
                   sad
                   Styx
                   ,
                   and
                   fed
                   with
                   stinking
                   gore
                
                 
                   Suckt
                   from
                   corrupted
                   corse
                   ,
                   that
                   God
                   and
                   men
                   abhorr●…
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   Such
                   is
                   thy
                   putid
                   muse
                   ,
                   Lucretius
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   fain
                   would
                   teach
                   that
                   souls
                   all
                   mortall
                   be
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   dusty
                   Atoms
                   of
                   Democritus
                
                 
                   Certes
                   have
                   fall'n
                   into
                   thy
                   feeble
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thee
                   bereft
                   of
                   perspicacity
                   .
                
                 
                   Others
                   through
                   the
                   strong
                   steem
                   of
                   their
                   dull
                   bloud
                   ,
                
                 
                   Without
                   the
                   help
                   of
                   that
                   philosophy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Have
                   with
                   more
                   ease
                   the
                   truth
                   not
                   understood
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   same
                   thing
                   conclude
                   in
                   some
                   sad
                   drooping
                   mood
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   But
                   most
                   of
                   all
                   my
                   soul
                   doth
                   them
                   refuse
                
                 
                   That
                   have
                   extinguish'd
                   natures
                   awfull
                   light
                
                 
                   By
                   evil
                   custome
                   ,
                   and
                   unkind
                   abuse
                
                 
                   Of
                   Gods
                   young
                   tender
                   work
                   ,
                   that
                   in
                   their
                   spright
                
                 
                   He
                   first
                   gins
                   frame
                   .
                   But
                   they
                   with
                   heddy
                   might
                
                 
                   Of
                   over-whelming
                   liquour
                   that
                   life
                   drownd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   reasons
                   eye
                   swell
                   up
                   or
                   put
                   out
                   quite
                   .
                
                 
                   Hence
                   horrid
                   darknesse
                   doth
                   their
                   souls
                   confound
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   foul
                   blasphemous
                   belch
                   from
                   their
                   furd
                   mouth
                   resounds
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   Thus
                   while
                   false
                   way
                   they
                   take
                   to
                   large
                   their
                   spirit
                
                 
                   By
                   vaster
                   cups
                   of
                   Bacchus
                   ,
                   they
                   get
                   fire
                
                 
                   Without
                   true
                   light
                   ,
                   and
                   '
                   cording
                   to
                   demerit
                
                 
                   Infernall
                   blasts
                   blind
                   confidence
                   inspire
                   :
                
                 
                   Bold
                   heat
                   to
                   uncouth
                   thoughts
                   is
                   their
                   bad
                   hire
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   they
                   then
                   dearly
                   hug
                   ,
                   and
                   ween
                   their
                   feet
                
                 
                   Have
                   clombe
                   ,
                   whither
                   vulgar
                   men
                   dare
                   not
                   aspire
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   s
                   the
                   fruit
                   of
                   their
                   burnt
                   sootie
                   spright
                   :
                
                 
                   Thus
                   dream
                   they
                   of
                   drad
                   death
                   ,
                   and
                   an
                   eternall
                   night
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Now
                   in
                   the
                   covert
                   of
                   dame
                   Natures
                   cell
                
                 
                   They
                   think
                   they
                   'r
                   shrowded
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   mysterie
                
                 
                   Of
                   her
                   deep
                   secrets
                   they
                   can
                   wisely
                   spell
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   '
                   pprove
                   that
                   art
                   above
                   true
                   pretie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Laugh
                   at
                   religion
                   as
                   a
                   mockerie
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   thing
                   found
                   out
                   to
                   aw
                   the
                   simpler
                   sort
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   ,
                   brave
                   sparks
                   ,
                   have
                   broke
                   from
                   this
                   dark
                   tie
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   light
                   of
                   nature
                   yields
                   more
                   sure
                   comfort
                   .
                
                 
                   Alas
                   !
                   too
                   many
                   souls
                   in
                   this
                   fond
                   thought
                   consort
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Like
                   men
                   new
                   made
                   contriv'd
                   into
                   a
                   cave
                
                 
                   That
                   ner'e
                   saw
                   light
                   ,
                   but
                   in
                   that
                   shadowing
                   pit
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   uncouth
                   might
                   them
                   hoodwink
                   hither
                   drave
                   ,
                
                 
                   Now
                   with
                   their
                   backs
                   to
                   the
                   dens
                   mouth
                   they
                   sit
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   shoulder
                   not
                   all
                   light
                   from
                   the
                   dern
                   pit
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   much
                   gets
                   in
                   as
                   Optick
                   art
                   counts
                   meet
                
                 
                   To
                   shew
                   the
                   forms
                   that
                   hard
                   without
                   do
                   flit
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   learned
                   quaere
                   each
                   other
                   here
                   they
                   greet
                   :
                
                 
                   True
                   moving
                   substances
                   they
                   deem
                   each
                   shadow
                   slight
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   When
                   fowls
                   flie
                   by
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   their
                   swapping
                   wings
                
                 
                   Beat
                   the
                   inconstant
                   aire
                   ,
                   and
                   mournfull
                   noise
                
                 
                   Stirre
                   up
                   with
                   their
                   continuall
                   chastisings
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   soft
                   yielding
                   penitent
                   ;
                   the
                   voice
                
                 
                   These
                   solemn
                   sages
                   nought
                   at
                   all
                   accoyes
                   .
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   common
                   ;
                   onely
                   they
                   philosophize
                   ,
                
                 
                   Busying
                   their
                   brains
                   in
                   the
                   mysterious
                   toyes
                
                 
                   Of
                   flittie
                   motion
                   ,
                   warie
                   well
                   advize
                
                 
                   On'●…
                   inward
                   principles
                   the
                   hid
                   Entelechyes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   And
                   whereabout
                   that
                   inward
                   life
                   is
                   seated
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   moves
                   the
                   living
                   creature
                   ,
                   they
                   espie
                
                 
                   Passing
                   in
                   their
                   dim
                   world
                   .
                   So
                   they
                   'r
                   defeated
                   ,
                
                 
                   Calling
                   thin
                   shadows
                   true
                   realitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   deeply
                   doubt
                   if
                   corporalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   For
                   so
                   they
                   term
                   those
                   visibles
                   )
                   were
                   stroy'd
                
                 
                   Whether
                   that
                   inward
                   first
                   vitalitie
                
                 
                   Could
                   then
                   subsist
                   .
                   But
                   they
                   are
                   ill
                   accloy'd
                
                 
                   With
                   cloddie
                   earth
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   blind
                   duskishnesse
                   annoy'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   If
                   roaring
                   lion
                   or
                   the
                   neighing
                   horse
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   frisking
                   tail
                   to
                   brush
                   off
                   busie
                   flies
                   ,
                
                 
                   Approch
                   their
                   den
                   ,
                   then
                   haply
                   they
                   discourse
                
                 
                   From
                   what
                   part
                   of
                   these
                   creatures
                   may
                   arise
                
                 
                   Those
                   greater
                   sounds
                   .
                   Together
                   they
                   advise
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   gravely
                   do
                   conclude
                   that
                   from
                   the
                   thing
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   would
                   term
                   the
                   tail
                   ,
                   those
                   thund'ring
                   neyes
                
                 
                   Do
                   issue
                   forth
                   :
                   tail
                   of
                   that
                   shadovving
                
                 
                   They
                   see
                   then
                   moved
                   most
                   ,
                   while
                   he
                   is
                   whinneying
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   the
                   lions
                   huge
                   and
                   hideous
                   roat
                
                 
                   They
                   think
                   proceeds
                   from
                   his
                   rugg'd
                   flowing
                   mane
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   the
                   fierce
                   winds
                   do
                   tosse
                   and
                   tousell
                   sore
                   ;
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   perhaps
                   he
                   stirre
                   his
                   bushie
                   train
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   then
                   the
                   tail
                   will
                   carrie
                   it
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   upon
                   each
                   occasion
                   their
                   frail
                   wit
                
                 
                   Bestirres
                   it self
                   to
                   find
                   out
                   errours
                   vain
                
                 
                   And
                   uselesse
                   theories
                   in
                   this
                   dark
                   pit
                   :
                
                 
                   Fond
                   reasoning
                   they
                   have
                   ,
                   seldome
                   or
                   never
                   hit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   So
                   soon
                   new
                   shadows
                   enter
                   in
                   the
                   cave
                   ,
                
                 
                   New
                   entelechias
                   they
                   then
                   conceive
                
                 
                   Brought
                   forth
                   of
                   nature
                   ;
                   when
                   they
                   passed
                   have
                
                 
                   Their
                   gloomy
                   orb
                   (
                   false
                   shades
                   eas'ly
                   deceive
                   )
                
                 
                   Not
                   onely
                   they
                   that
                   visible
                   bereave
                
                 
                   Of
                   life
                   and
                   being
                   ,
                   but
                   the
                   hidden
                   might
                
                 
                   And
                   root
                   of
                   motion
                   unliv'd
                   unbeen'd
                   they
                   leave
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   vain
                   thoughts
                   :
                   for
                   they
                   those
                   shadows
                   light
                
                 
                   Do
                   deem
                   sole
                   prop
                   and
                   stay
                   of
                   th'
                   hidden
                   motive
                   spright
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   that
                   awfull
                   cell
                   where
                   Naturalists
                
                 
                   Brood
                   deep
                   opinion
                   ,
                   as
                   themselves
                   conceit
                   ;
                
                 
                   This
                   errours
                   den
                   where
                   in
                   a
                   magick
                   mist
                
                 
                   Men
                   hatch
                   their
                   own
                   delusion
                   and
                   deceit
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   grasp
                   vain
                   shows
                   .
                   Here
                   their
                   bold
                   brains
                   they
                   beat
                
                 
                   And
                   dig
                   full
                   deep
                   ,
                   as
                   deep
                   as
                   Hyle's
                   hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unbare
                   the
                   root
                   of
                   life
                   (
                   O
                   searching
                   wit
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   But
                   root
                   of
                   life
                   in
                   Hyles
                   shade
                   no'te
                   dwell
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   God's
                   the
                   root
                   of
                   all
                   ,
                   as
                   I
                   elsewhere
                   shall
                   tell
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   stupid
                   state
                   of
                   drooping
                   soul
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   loves
                   the
                   bodie
                   and
                   false
                   forms
                   admires
                   ;
                
                 
                   Slave
                   to
                   base
                   sense
                   ,
                   fierce
                   'gainst
                   reasons
                   controul
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   still
                   it self
                   with
                   lower
                   lust
                   bemites
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   nought
                   believeth
                   and
                   much
                   lesse
                   desires
                
                 
                   Things
                   of
                   that
                   unseen
                   world
                   and
                   inward
                   life
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   unto
                   height
                   of
                   purer
                   truth
                   aspires
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   cowardly
                   declines
                   the
                   noble
                   strife
                
                 
                   'Gainst
                   vice
                   and
                   ignorance
                   ;
                   so
                   gets
                   it
                   no
                   relief
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   From
                   this
                   default
                   ,
                   the
                   lustfull
                   Epicure
                
                 
                   Democrite
                   ,
                   or
                   th'
                   unthankfull
                   Stagirite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Most
                   men
                   preferre
                   'fore
                   holy
                   Pythagore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Divinest
                   Plato
                   ,
                   and
                   grave
                   Epictete
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   am
                   so
                   inflam'd
                   with
                   the
                   sweet
                   sight
                
                 
                   And
                   goodly
                   beautie
                   seen
                   on
                   Eloim-hill
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   maugre
                   all
                   mens
                   clamours
                   in
                   despight
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   praise
                   my
                   Platonissa
                   with
                   loud
                   quill
                   ;
                
                 
                   My
                   strong
                   intended
                   voice
                   all
                   the
                   wide
                   world
                   shall
                   fill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   O
                   sacred
                   Nymph
                   begot
                   of
                   highest
                   Jove
                   !
                
                 
                   Queen
                   of
                   Philosophie
                   and
                   virtuous
                   lear
                   !
                
                 
                   That
                   firest
                   the
                   nobler
                   heart
                   with
                   spotlesse
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sadder
                   minds
                   with
                   Nectar
                   drops
                   dost
                   chear
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   oft
                   bedrencht
                   with
                   sorrows
                   while
                   we
                   're
                   here
                
                 
                   Exil'd
                   from
                   our
                   dear
                   home
                   ,
                   that
                   heavenly
                   soil
                   .
                
                 
                   Through
                   wandring
                   wayes
                   thou
                   safely
                   dost
                   us
                   bear
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   land
                   of
                   truth
                   ,
                   from
                   dirtie
                   foil
                
                 
                   Thou
                   keepst
                   our
                   slipping
                   feet
                   oft
                   wearied
                   with
                   long
                   toil
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   with
                   other
                   beauties
                   thine
                   compare
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   lovely
                   maid
                   ,
                   all
                   others
                   I
                   must
                   scorn
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   why
                   ?
                   they
                   all
                   rude
                   and
                   deform'd
                   appear
                   :
                
                 
                   Certes
                   they
                   be
                   ill
                   thew'd
                   and
                   baser
                   born
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   thou
                   ,
                   alas
                   !
                   of
                   men
                   art
                   more
                   forlorn
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   like
                   will
                   to
                   its
                   like
                   :
                   but
                   few
                   can
                   see
                
                 
                   Thy
                   worth
                   ;
                   so
                   night-birds
                   flie
                   the
                   glorious
                   morn
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   a
                   beam
                   shot
                   from
                   the
                   deitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   nearest
                   art
                   ally'd
                   to
                   Christianitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   be
                   sprung
                   of
                   sturdie
                   Giants
                   race
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ally'd
                   to
                   Night
                   and
                   the
                   foul
                   
                     Earthie
                     clay
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Love
                     of
                     the
                     carcase
                     ,
                     Envie
                     ,
                     Spight
                     ,
                     Disgrace
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Centention
                     ,
                     Pride
                  
                   ,
                   that
                   unto
                   th'
                   highest
                   doth
                   bray
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Rash
                     labour
                  
                   ,
                   a
                   
                     Titanicall
                     assay
                  
                
                 
                   To
                   pluck
                   down
                   wisdome
                   from
                   her
                   radiant
                   seat
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   mirie
                   arms
                   to
                   bear
                   her
                   quite
                   away
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   thy
                   dear
                   mother
                   
                     Thorough-cleansing
                     virtue
                  
                   hight
                   :
                
                 
                   Here
                   will
                   true
                   wisdome
                   lodge
                   ,
                   here
                   will
                   the
                   deigne
                   to
                   light
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   Come
                   ,
                   Gentle
                   Virgin
                   ,
                   take
                   me
                   by
                   the
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   yonder
                   grove
                   with
                   speedie
                   pace
                   wee
                   'll
                   hie
                   :
                
                 
                   (
                   It
                   s
                   not
                   farre
                   off
                   from
                   
                     Alethea
                     land
                  
                   )
                
                 
                   Swift
                   as
                   the
                   levin
                   from
                   the
                   sneezing
                   skie
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   swift
                   wee
                   'll
                   go
                   ,
                   before
                   an
                   envious
                   eye
                
                 
                   Can
                   reach
                   us
                   .
                   There
                   I
                   'll
                   purge
                   out
                   the
                   strong
                   steem
                
                 
                   Of
                   prepossessing
                   prejudice
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                
                 
                   Perhaps
                   may
                   have
                   contract
                   in
                   common
                   stream
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   warie
                   well
                   wash
                   out
                   my
                   old
                   conceived
                   dream
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   I
                   've
                   breath'd
                   awhile
                   in
                   that
                   free
                   aire
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   clear'd
                   my self
                   from
                   tinctures
                   took
                   before
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   deigne
                   thou
                   to
                   thy
                   novice
                   to
                   declare
                
                 
                   Thy
                   secret
                   skill
                   ,
                   and
                   hid
                   mysterious
                   lore
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   due
                   thanks
                   shall
                   plenteously
                   down
                   poure
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   well
                   I
                   wote
                   thou
                   'lt
                   not
                   envaffall
                   me
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   law
                   were
                   rudenesse
                   .
                   I
                   may
                   not
                   adore
                
                 
                   Ought
                   but
                   the
                   lasting
                   spotlesse
                   veritie
                   .
                
                 
                   Well
                   thewed
                   minds
                   the
                   mind
                   doth
                   alwayes
                   setten
                   free
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   Free
                   to
                   that
                   inward
                   awfull
                   Majestie
                
                 
                   Hight
                   Logos
                   ,
                   whom
                   they
                   term
                   great
                   son
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   fram'd
                   the
                   world
                   by
                   his
                   deep
                   sciency
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   greater
                   world
                   .
                   Al
                   's
                   makes
                   his
                   near
                   abode
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   lesse
                   world
                   :
                   so
                   he
                   can
                   trace
                   the
                   trod
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   hid
                   ancient
                   path
                   ,
                   when
                   as
                   he
                   made
                
                 
                   This
                   stately
                   Fabrick
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   so
                   broad
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   plainly
                   doth
                   unfold
                   his
                   skilfull
                   trade
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   he
                   doth
                   harmlesse
                   hearts
                   by
                   his
                   good
                   spright
                   invade
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   O
                   thou
                   eternall
                   Spright
                   ,
                   cleave
                   ope
                   the
                   sky
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   take
                   thy
                   flight
                   into
                   my
                   feeble
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Enlarge
                   my
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   enlight
                   my
                   dimmer
                   eye
                
                 
                   That
                   wisely
                   of
                   that
                   burthen
                   closely
                   prest
                
                 
                   In
                   my
                   straight
                   mind
                   ,
                   I
                   may
                   be
                   dispossest
                   :
                
                 
                   My
                   Muse
                   must
                   sing
                   of
                   things
                   of
                   mickle
                   weight
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   souls
                   eternity
                   is
                   my
                   great
                   quest
                   :
                
                 
                   Do
                   thou
                   me
                   guide
                   ,
                   that
                   art
                   the
                   souls
                   sure
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Grant
                   that
                   I
                   never
                   erre
                   ,
                   but
                   ever
                   wend
                   aright
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   1.
                   
                   Cant.
                   2.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     What
                     a
                     soul
                     is
                     here
                     I
                     define
                     ,
                  
                   
                     After
                     I
                     have
                     compared
                  
                   
                     All
                     powers
                     of
                     life
                     :
                     That
                     stamp
                     divine
                  
                   
                     Show
                     that
                     brutes
                     never
                     shared
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   NOw
                   I
                   'll
                   addresse
                   me
                   to
                   my
                   mighty
                   task
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   mighty
                   task
                   that
                   makes
                   my
                   heart
                   to
                   shrink
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   I
                   compute
                   the
                   labour
                   it
                   will
                   ask
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   on
                   my
                   own
                   frail
                   weaknesse
                   I
                   gin
                   think
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   tender
                   Lad
                   that
                   on
                   the
                   rivers
                   brink
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   fain
                   would
                   wash
                   him
                   ,
                   while
                   the
                   evening
                   ●…een
                
                 
                   With
                   sharper
                   aire
                   doth
                   make
                   his
                   pores
                   to
                   wink
                   ,
                
                 
                   Shakes
                   all
                   his
                   body
                   ,
                   nips
                   his
                   naked
                   skin
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   first
                   makes
                   some
                   delay
                   but
                   after
                   skippeth
                   in
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   So
                   I
                   upon
                   a
                   wary
                   due
                   debate
                
                 
                   With
                   my
                   perplexed
                   mind
                   ,
                   after
                   perswade
                
                 
                   My
                   softer
                   heart
                   .
                   I
                   need
                   no
                   longer
                   wait
                   .
                
                 
                   Lo
                   !
                   now
                   new
                   strength
                   my
                   vitalls
                   doth
                   invade
                
                 
                   And
                   rear
                   again
                   ,
                   that
                   earst
                   began
                   to
                   fade
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   life
                   ,
                   my
                   light
                   ,
                   my
                   senses
                   all
                   revive
                
                 
                   That
                   fearfull
                   doubts
                   before
                   had
                   ill
                   apaid
                   .
                
                 
                   Leap
                   in
                   ,
                   my
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   strongly
                   fore
                   thee
                   drive
                
                 
                   The
                   fleeting
                   waves
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   thee
                   list
                   to
                   th'
                   bottome
                   dive
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   For
                   thou
                   canst
                   dive
                   full
                   well
                   ,
                   and
                   flote
                   aloft
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dive
                   down
                   as
                   deep
                   as
                   the
                   old
                   Hyle's
                   shade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Through
                   that
                   slight
                   darknesse
                   glid'st
                   thou
                   sly
                   and
                   soft
                   ,
                
                 
                   Through
                   pitchy
                   cumbring
                   fogs
                   strongly
                   canst
                   wade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   in
                   thy
                   flight
                   could'st
                   thou
                   be
                   ever
                   staid
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   in
                   thy
                   flight
                   thou
                   flewedst
                   not
                   from
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   for
                   himself
                   thine
                   excellent
                   might
                   hath
                   made
                   .
                
                 
                   Contract
                   desire
                   ,
                   repulse
                   strong
                   Magick
                   steem
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   even
                   in
                   foul
                   Cocytus
                   thou
                   mayest
                   fearlesse
                   swim
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   Like
                   that
                   strange
                   uncouth
                   fish
                   Lucerna
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   wonne
                   is
                   in
                   the
                   brackish
                   Seas
                   ,
                   yet
                   fire
                
                 
                   She
                   easily
                   carries
                   and
                   clear
                   native
                   light
                
                 
                   In
                   her
                   close
                   mouth
                   :
                   and
                   the
                   more
                   to
                   admire
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   darkest
                   night
                   when
                   she
                   lists
                   to
                   aspire
                
                 
                   To
                   th'
                   utmost
                   surface
                   of
                   the
                   watery
                   main
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   opes
                   her
                   jawes
                   that
                   light
                   doth
                   not
                   expire
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   lively
                   shines
                   till
                   she
                   shut
                   up
                   again
                   :
                
                 
                   Nor
                   liquid
                   Sea
                   ,
                   nor
                   moistned
                   aire
                   this
                   light
                   restrain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   Or
                   like
                   a
                   lamp
                   arm'd
                   with
                   pellucid
                   horn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   ruffling
                   winds
                   about
                   do
                   rudely
                   tosse
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   felly
                   lash
                   with
                   injury
                   and
                   scorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   her
                   mild
                   light
                   they
                   cannot
                   easly
                   crosse
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   shines
                   to
                   her
                   own
                   foes
                   withouten
                   losse
                   :
                
                 
                   Even
                   so
                   the
                   soul
                   into
                   its
                   self
                   collected
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   in
                   her
                   native
                   hew
                   withouten
                   drosse
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   midst
                   of
                   bitter
                   storms
                   in
                   no●…
                   ejected
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   her
                   eternall
                   state
                   is
                   any
                   whit
                   suspected
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   As
                   Cynthia
                   in
                   her
                   stouping
                   Perigee
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   deeper
                   wades
                   in
                   the
                   earths
                   duskish
                   Cone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   safely
                   wallows
                   through
                   in
                   silency
                
                 
                   Till
                   she
                   again
                   her
                   silver
                   face
                   hath
                   shown
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   tells
                   the
                   world
                   that
                   she
                   's
                   the
                   self-same
                   Moon
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   now
                   more
                   listlesse
                   then
                   I
                   was
                   whileare
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   was
                   hid
                   in
                   my
                   Apogeon
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   I
                   my self
                   alike
                   do
                   alwayes
                   bear
                
                 
                   In
                   every
                   circling
                   race
                   :
                   blind
                   ignorance
                   breeds
                   fear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   Nor
                   being
                   hid
                   after
                   my
                   monthly
                   wane
                   ,
                
                 
                   Long
                   keppen
                   back
                   from
                   your
                   expecting
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dull
                   damps
                   and
                   darknesse
                   do
                   my
                   beauty
                   stain
                   ;
                
                 
                   When
                   none
                   I
                   show
                   then
                   have
                   I
                   the
                   most
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nearer
                   to
                   Phoebus
                   more
                   I
                   am
                   bedight
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   fair
                   rayes
                   .
                   And
                   better
                   to
                   confute
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   vain
                   suspicion
                   of
                   my
                   worser
                   plight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mark
                   aye
                   my
                   face
                   ,
                   after
                   my
                   close
                   salute
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   sharp-witted
                   God
                   ,
                   seem
                   I
                   not
                   more
                   acute
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   state
                   of
                   th'
                   ever-moving
                   soul
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whirling
                   about
                   upon
                   its
                   circling
                   wheel
                   ;
                
                 
                   Certes
                   to
                   sight
                   it
                   variously
                   doth
                   roll
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   as
                   men
                   deem
                   full
                   dangerously
                   doth
                   reel
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   oft
                   when
                   men
                   fear
                   most
                   ,
                   it self
                   doth
                   feel
                
                 
                   In
                   happiest
                   plight
                   conjoin'd
                   with
                   that
                   great
                   Sun
                
                 
                   Of
                   lasting
                   blisse
                   ,
                   that
                   doth
                   himself
                   reveal
                
                 
                   More
                   fully
                   then
                   ,
                   by
                   that
                   close
                   union
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   men
                   ,
                   that
                   misse
                   her
                   here
                   ,
                   do
                   think
                   her
                   quite
                   undone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   But
                   lest
                   we
                   rashly
                   wander
                   out
                   too
                   farre
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   be
                   yblown
                   about
                   with
                   wanton
                   wind
                   ,
                
                 
                   Withouten
                   stern
                   ,
                   or
                   card
                   ,
                   or
                   Polar
                   starre
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   its
                   round
                   little
                   list
                   so
                   close
                   confin'd
                   :
                
                 
                   Let
                   the
                   souls
                   nature
                   first
                   be
                   well
                   defin'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   we
                   'll
                   proceed
                   .
                   But
                   all
                   the
                   while
                   I
                   crave
                
                 
                   When
                   e'r
                   I
                   speak
                   '
                   cording
                   to
                   Plato's
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   you
                   my
                   faultlesse
                   drift
                   do
                   not
                   deprave
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   I
                   the
                   free-born
                   soul
                   to
                   no
                   sect
                   would
                   inslave
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Divers
                   conceipts
                   the
                   wizards
                   of
                   old
                   time
                
                 
                   Have
                   had
                   concerning
                   that
                   we
                   here
                   inquire
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   would
                   set
                   forth
                   in
                   an
                   eternall
                   rhyme
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   list
                   not
                   our
                   dainty
                   Muse
                   to
                   tire
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   such
                   foul
                   wayes
                   ,
                   and
                   plunge
                   her
                   in
                   the
                   mire
                   .
                
                 
                   Strange
                   dreams
                   their
                   drowsie
                   scholars
                   they
                   have
                   taught
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   heart
                   ,
                   the
                   
                     heart-blood
                     ,
                     brains
                  
                   ,
                   fleet
                   aire
                   ,
                   hot
                   fire
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   the
                   thing
                   that
                   they
                   so
                   presly
                   sought
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   have
                   defin'd
                   ,
                   some
                   temper
                   ,
                   some
                   a●…omes
                   ,
                   some
                   nought
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   must
                   needs
                   decline
                   this
                   wandring
                   path
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   well
                   I
                   wote
                   errour
                   is
                   infinite
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   that
                   simple
                   truth
                   once
                   reached
                   hath
                
                 
                   Needs
                   not
                   with
                   every
                   single
                   shade
                   to
                   fight
                   :
                
                 
                   One
                   stroke
                   will
                   put
                   all
                   falsities
                   to
                   flight
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   soon
                   as
                   Sol
                   his
                   fiery
                   head
                   doth
                   rear
                
                 
                   Above
                   the
                   Eastern
                   waves
                   his
                   glowing
                   sight
                
                 
                   As
                   angry
                   darknesse
                   so
                   long
                   rule
                   did
                   bear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Straight
                   all
                   night
                   trifling
                   sprights
                   doth
                   chace
                   away
                   with
                   fear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   Long
                   have
                   I
                   swonk
                   with
                   anxious
                   assay
                
                 
                   To
                   finden
                   out
                   what
                   this
                   hid
                   soul
                   may
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   doth
                   herself
                   so
                   variously
                   bewray
                
                 
                   In
                   different
                   motions
                   .
                   Other
                   we
                   her
                   see
                
                 
                   When
                   she
                   so
                   fairly
                   spreads
                   the
                   branching
                   tree
                   ;
                
                 
                   Other
                   when
                   as
                   sh'
                   hath
                   loos'd
                   her self
                   from
                   ground
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   opes
                   her
                   root
                   ,
                   and
                   breaths
                   in
                   heaven
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   doth
                   her
                   wants
                   in
                   the
                   wide
                   air
                   resound
                   ,
                
                 
                   Speaks
                   out
                   her
                   joy
                   ,
                   no
                   longer
                   whispers
                   under-ground
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   Such
                   is
                   the
                   noise
                   of
                   chearfull
                   chirping
                   birds
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   tell
                   the
                   sweet
                   impressions
                   of
                   the
                   Spring
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   'fore
                   some
                   storm
                   ,
                   when
                   their
                   quick
                   sprights
                   be
                   stird
                
                 
                   With
                   nearer
                   strong
                   appulse
                   and
                   hid
                   heaving
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   fills
                   their
                   little
                   souls
                   ,
                   and
                   makes
                   them
                   sing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Puft
                   up
                   with
                   joy
                   and
                   o'rflowing
                   delight
                   :
                
                 
                   Eftsoons
                   with
                   ratling
                   winds
                   the
                   air
                   doth
                   ring
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sturdy
                   storm
                   doth
                   make
                   them
                   take
                   their
                   flight
                
                 
                   Into
                   thick
                   bush
                   or
                   hedge
                   to
                   save
                   them
                   from
                   heavens
                   spight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   From
                   this
                   same
                   sourse
                   of
                   sense
                   are
                   murmuring
                   moans
                
                 
                   Of
                   bellowing
                   bullocks
                   ,
                   when
                   sharp
                   hunger
                   bites
                   ;
                
                 
                   Hence
                   whining
                   dog
                   so
                   pittifully
                   groans
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   with
                   knotted
                   whip
                   his
                   Lord
                   him
                   smites
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   every
                   beast
                   when
                   with
                   death
                   pangs
                   he
                   fights
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   senslesse
                   trees
                   nor
                   feel
                   the
                   bleaker
                   wind
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   nip
                   their
                   sides
                   ,
                   nor
                   the
                   Suns
                   scorching
                   might
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   the
                   sharp
                   ax
                   piercing
                   their
                   ruggid
                   rind
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   have
                   they
                   soul
                   ,
                   whose
                   life
                   in
                   their
                   sweet
                   growth
                   we
                   find
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   So
                   plants
                   spring
                   up
                   flourish
                   and
                   fade
                   away
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   marking
                   their
                   own
                   state
                   :
                   They
                   never
                   found
                
                 
                   Themselves
                   ,
                   when
                   first
                   they
                   '
                   pear'd
                   in
                   sunny
                   day
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   never
                   sought
                   themselves
                   ,
                   though
                   in
                   the
                   ground
                
                 
                   They
                   search
                   full
                   deep
                   :
                   Nor
                   are
                   they
                   wak'd
                   by
                   wound
                
                 
                   Of
                   biting
                   iron
                   ,
                   to
                   nought
                   they
                   are
                   attent
                
                 
                   That
                   them
                   befalls
                   ,
                   when
                   cold
                   humours
                   abound
                
                 
                   And
                   clog
                   their
                   vitall
                   heat
                   ,
                   or
                   when
                   they
                   're
                   brent
                
                 
                   With
                   Sirius
                   flame
                   ,
                   or
                   when
                   through
                   eld
                   they
                   waxen
                   faint
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   Or
                   whatsoever
                   diseases
                   them
                   betide
                
                 
                   That
                   hasten
                   death
                   ,
                   they
                   nought
                   at
                   all
                   regard
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   to
                   plantall
                   life
                   quick
                   sense
                   is
                   ti'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   progging
                   phansie
                   ,
                   then
                   upon
                   her
                   guard
                
                 
                   She
                   gins
                   to
                   stand
                   ,
                   and
                   well
                   her self
                   to
                   ward
                
                 
                   From
                   foes
                   she
                   plainly
                   feels
                   ,
                   pursues
                   her
                   joy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Remembers
                   where
                   she
                   well
                   or
                   ill
                   hath
                   ●…r'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   swiftly
                   flies
                   from
                   that
                   that
                   doth
                   annoy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   stoutly
                   strives
                   her
                   fierce
                   destroyer
                   to
                   destroy
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   we
                   run
                   thorow
                   these
                   two
                   degrees
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   souls
                   working
                   seen
                   in
                   beast
                   and
                   plant
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   third
                   hight
                   reason
                   ,
                   of
                   common
                   energies
                
                 
                   The
                   best
                   :
                   of
                   this
                   the
                   humane
                   race
                   doth
                   vaunt
                
                 
                   As
                   proper
                   to
                   themselves
                   .
                   But
                   if
                   we
                   ska●…'t
                
                 
                   Sa●…s
                   prejudice
                   ,
                   it
                   's
                   not
                   in
                   them
                   alone
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   dog
                   ,
                   the
                   horse
                   ,
                   the
                   ape
                   ,
                   the
                   elephant
                   ,
                
                 
                   Will
                   all
                   rush
                   in
                   striving
                   to
                   make
                   up
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sternly
                   claim
                   their
                   share
                   in
                   use
                   of
                   right
                   reason
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   But
                   whether
                   brutes
                   do
                   reason
                   and
                   reflect
                
                 
                   Upon
                   their
                   reasoning
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   dispute
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   care
                   I
                   what
                   brisk
                   boyes
                   will
                   here
                   object
                
                 
                   Long
                   task
                   it
                   were
                   all
                   fondlings
                   to
                   confute
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   'll
                   lay
                   down
                   that
                   which
                   will
                   better
                   sute
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   high
                   heavenly
                   spark
                   ,
                   the
                   soul
                   of
                   man
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   proper
                   character
                   (
                   I
                   would
                   he
                   knew
                   't
                   )
                
                 
                   Is
                   that
                   which
                   Adam
                   lost
                   by
                   wily
                   train
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   old
                   sly
                   snake
                   that
                   Eve
                   beguil'd
                   with
                   speeches
                   vain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   This
                   was
                   the
                   Image
                   of
                   the
                   highest
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   brutes
                   partake
                   not
                   of
                   .
                   This
                   Image
                   hight
                
                 
                   True
                   Justice
                   ,
                   that
                   keeps
                   ever
                   the
                   even
                   trod
                   ,
                
                 
                   True
                   Piety
                   that
                   yields
                   to
                   man
                   the
                   sight
                
                 
                   Of
                   heavenly
                   beauty
                   ,
                   those
                   fair
                   beams
                   so
                   brigat
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   everlasting
                   Deity
                   ,
                   that
                   shed
                
                 
                   Their
                   sacred
                   fire
                   within
                   the
                   purer
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fruit
                   of
                   ●…den
                   wherewith
                   souls
                   be
                   sed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mans
                   awfull
                   majesty
                   of
                   eyery
                   beast
                   ydred
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   Nor
                   is
                   that
                   radiant
                   force
                   in
                   humane
                   kind
                
                 
                   Extinguisht
                   quite
                   ,
                   he
                   that
                   did
                   them
                   create
                
                 
                   Can
                   those
                   dull
                   rusty
                   chains
                   of
                   sleep
                   unbind
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   rear
                   the
                   soul
                   unto
                   her
                   priftin
                   state
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   them
                   so
                   inlarge
                   and
                   elevate
                
                 
                   Aud
                   spreaden
                   out
                   ,
                   that
                   they
                   can
                   compasse
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   no
                   longer
                   be
                   incarcerate
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   dark
                   dungeon
                   ,
                   this
                   foul
                   fleshy
                   wall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   be
                   no
                   longer
                   wedg'd
                   in
                   things
                   corporeall
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   But
                   rais'd
                   aloft
                   into
                   their
                   proper
                   sphere
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   sphere
                   that
                   hight
                   th'
                   Orb
                   Intellectuall
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   quiet
                   sit
                   ,
                   as
                   when
                   the
                   flitting
                   fire
                
                 
                   That
                   Natures
                   mighty
                   Magick
                   down
                   did
                   call
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   oyly
                   wood
                   ,
                   at
                   its
                   own
                   fall
                
                 
                   Grows
                   full
                   of
                   wrath
                   and
                   rage
                   ,
                   and
                   gins
                   to
                   fume
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   roars
                   and
                   strives
                   'gainst
                   its
                   disquietall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   troubled
                   Ghost
                   forc'd
                   some
                   shape
                   to
                   assume
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   its
                   holding
                   foe
                   at
                   doth
                   last
                   quite
                   consume
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   like
                   gliding
                   spright
                   doth
                   straight
                   dispear
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   earst
                   was
                   forc'd
                   to
                   take
                   a
                   fiery
                   form
                   :
                
                 
                   Full
                   lightly
                   it
                   ascends
                   into
                   the
                   clear
                
                 
                   And
                   subtile
                   aire
                   devoid
                   of
                   cloudy
                   storm
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   it
                   doth
                   steddy
                   stand
                   ,
                   all-uniform
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pure
                   ,
                   pervious
                   ,
                   immixt
                   ,
                   innocuous
                   ,
                   mild
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nought
                   scorching
                   ,
                   nought
                   glowing
                   ,
                   nought
                   enorm
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nought
                   destroying
                   ,
                   not
                   destroy'd
                   ,
                   not
                   defil'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   Foul
                   fume
                   being
                   spent
                   ,
                   just
                   'fore
                   its
                   flight
                   it
                   fairly
                   smil'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   I
                   trac'd
                   the
                   soul
                   in
                   all
                   its
                   works
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   severall
                   conditions
                   have
                   displaid
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   show'd
                   all
                   places
                   where
                   so
                   e'r
                   she
                   lurks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   her
                   own
                   lurkings
                   of
                   her self
                   bewray'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   plants
                   ,
                   in
                   beasts
                   ,
                   in
                   men
                   ,
                   while
                   here
                   she
                   staid
                   ▪
                
                 
                   And
                   freed
                   from
                   earth
                   how
                   then
                   she
                   spreads
                   on
                   high
                
                 
                   Her
                   heavenly
                   rayes
                   ,
                   that
                   also
                   hath
                   been
                   said
                   .
                
                 
                   Look
                   now
                   ,
                   my
                   Muse
                   ,
                   and
                   cast
                   thy
                   piercing
                   eye
                
                 
                   On
                   every
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   tell
                   wherein
                   all
                   souls
                   agree
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   Here
                   dare
                   I
                   not
                   define't
                   ,
                   th'
                   Entelechy
                
                 
                   
                     Of
                     organized
                     bodies
                  
                   .
                   For
                   this
                   life
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   centrall
                   life
                   ,
                   which
                   men
                   take
                   souls
                   to
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   among
                   the
                   beings
                   relative
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   sure
                   some
                   souls
                   at
                   least
                   are
                   self-active
                
                 
                   Withouten
                   body
                   having
                   Energie
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   put
                   out
                   their
                   force
                   informative
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   ethereall
                   corporeity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Devoid
                   of
                   heterogeneall
                   organity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   
                     Self-moving
                     substance
                  
                   ,
                   that
                   be
                   th'
                   definition
                
                 
                   Of
                   souls
                   ,
                   that
                   longs
                   to
                   them
                   ,
                   in
                   generall
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   well
                   expresseth
                   that
                   common
                   condition
                
                 
                   Of
                   every
                   vitall
                   centre
                   creaturall
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   why
                   ?
                   both
                   that
                   hight
                   form
                   spermaticall
                
                 
                   Hath
                   here
                   a
                   share
                   ,
                   as
                   also
                   that
                   we
                   term
                
                 
                   Soul
                   sensitive
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   call
                   't
                   form
                   bestiall
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   makes
                   a
                   beast
                   added
                   to
                   plantall
                   sperin
                   ;
                
                 
                   Adde
                   rationall
                   form
                   ,
                   it
                   makes
                   a
                   man
                   as
                   men
                   affirm
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   All
                   these
                   be
                   substances
                   self-moveable
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   we
                   call
                   virtue
                   magneticall
                
                 
                   (
                   That
                   what
                   's
                   defin'd
                   be
                   irreproveable
                   )
                
                 
                   I
                   comprehend
                   it
                   in
                   the
                   life
                   plantall
                   :
                
                 
                   Mongst
                   trees
                   there
                   's
                   found
                   life
                   Sympatheticall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Though
                   trees
                   have
                   not
                   animadversive
                   sense
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   the
                   soul
                   's
                   Autocinelicall
                
                 
                   Alone
                   .
                   What
                   ere
                   's
                   in
                   this
                   defining
                   sense
                
                 
                   Is
                   soul
                   ,
                   what
                   ere
                   's
                   not
                   soul
                   is
                   driven
                   far
                   from
                   heace
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   each
                   soul
                   's
                   Autocineticall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   easly
                   shown
                   by
                   sitting
                   all
                   degrees
                
                 
                   Of
                   souls
                   .
                   The
                   first
                   are
                   forms
                   Spermaticall
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   best
                   be
                   seen
                   in
                   shaping
                   armed
                   trees
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   if
                   they
                   want
                   their
                   fixt
                   Centreities
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   which
                   they
                   fairly
                   every
                   part
                   extend
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   gently
                   inact
                   with
                   spred
                   vitalities
                
                 
                   The
                   flowring
                   boughs
                   .
                   How
                   Natures
                   work
                   doth
                   wend
                
                 
                   Who
                   knows
                   ?
                   or
                   from
                   what
                   inward
                   stay
                   it
                   doth
                   depend
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   Forthy
                   let
                   first
                   an
                   inward
                   centre
                   hid
                
                 
                   Be
                   put
                   .
                   That
                   's
                   nought
                   but
                   Natures
                   fancie
                   ti'd
                
                 
                   In
                   closer
                   knot
                   ,
                   shut
                   up
                   into
                   the
                   mid
                
                 
                   Of
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   :
                   so
                   our
                   own
                   spirits
                   gride
                
                 
                   With
                   piercing
                   wind
                   in
                   storming
                   winter
                   tide
                
                 
                   Contract
                   themselves
                   and
                   shrivell
                   up
                   together
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   snake
                   the
                   countrey
                   man
                   in
                   snow
                   espi'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   spright
                   was
                   quite
                   shrunk
                   in
                   by
                   nipping
                   weather
                   .
                
                 
                   From
                   whence
                   things
                   come
                   ,
                   by
                   foman
                   forc'd
                   they
                   backward
                   thither
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   The
                   rigid
                   cold
                   had
                   forc'd
                   into
                   its
                   centre
                
                 
                   This
                   serpents
                   life
                   ;
                   but
                   when
                   the
                   rurall
                   Swain
                
                 
                   Plac'd
                   her
                   upon
                   warm
                   hearth
                   ,
                   and
                   heat
                   did
                   enter
                
                 
                   Into
                   her
                   ●…ummed
                   corps
                   ,
                   she
                   gan
                   to
                   strain
                
                 
                   And
                   stretch
                   herself
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   host
                   entertain
                
                 
                   With
                   scornfull
                   hisse
                   ,
                   shooting
                   her
                   anchor'd
                   tongue
                   ,
                
                 
                   Threatning
                   her
                   venom'd
                   teeth
                   ;
                   so
                   straight
                   again
                
                 
                   She
                   prov'd
                   a
                   living
                   snake
                   ,
                   when
                   she
                   along
                
                 
                   Her
                   corse
                   free
                   life
                   had
                   drove
                   from
                   centre
                   steddie
                   strong
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   So
                   doth
                   the
                   gentle
                   warmth
                   of
                   solar
                   heat
                
                 
                   Eas'ly
                   awake
                   the
                   centre
                   seminall
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   makes
                   it
                   softly
                   streak
                   on
                   its
                   own
                   seat
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fairly
                   forward
                   force
                   its
                   life
                   internall
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   inward
                   life
                   's
                   th'
                   impresse
                   imaginall
                
                 
                   Of
                   Natures
                   Art
                   ,
                   which
                   sweetly
                   flowreth
                   out
                
                 
                   From
                   that
                   is
                   cleep'd
                   the
                   
                     sphere
                     spermaticall
                  
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   there
                   is
                   plac'd
                   the
                   never
                   fading
                   root
                
                 
                   Of
                   every
                   flower
                   or
                   herb
                   that
                   into
                   th'
                   aire
                   doth
                   shoot
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   Fairly
                   invited
                   by
                   Sols
                   piercing
                   ray
                
                 
                   And
                   inward
                   tickled
                   with
                   his
                   chearing
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   plants
                   break
                   thorough
                   into
                   open
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rend
                   the
                   thick
                   curtain
                   of
                   cold
                   cloying
                   night
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   earths
                   opakenes
                   enemie
                   to
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   crown
                   themselves
                   in
                   signe
                   of
                   victorie
                
                 
                   With
                   shining
                   leaves
                   ;
                   and
                   goodly
                   blossomes
                   bright
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   called
                   out
                   by
                   friendly
                   sympathie
                
                 
                   Their
                   souls
                   move
                   of
                   themselves
                   on
                   their
                   Centreitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   But
                   it's
                   more
                   plain
                   in
                   animalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   fierie
                   coursers
                   strike
                   the
                   grassie
                   ground
                
                 
                   With
                   swift
                   tempestuous
                   feet
                   ,
                   that
                   farre
                   and
                   nigh
                
                 
                   They
                   fill
                   mens
                   eares
                   with
                   a
                   broad
                   thundring
                   sound
                
                 
                   (
                   From
                   hollow
                   hoof
                   so
                   strongly
                   it
                   doth
                   rebound
                   )
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   that
                   that
                   twitcheth
                   up
                   their
                   legs
                   so
                   fast
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fiercely
                   jerks
                   them
                   forth
                   ,
                   that
                   many
                   wound
                
                 
                   They
                   give
                   to
                   their
                   own
                   mother
                   in
                   their
                   hast
                   ?
                
                 
                   With
                   eager
                   steps
                   they
                   quickly
                   mete
                   the
                   forrest
                   wast
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   That
                   outward
                   form
                   is
                   but
                   a
                   neurospast
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   it
                   is
                   that
                   on
                   her
                   subtile
                   ray
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   shoots
                   out
                   ,
                   the
                   limbs
                   of
                   moving
                   beast
                
                 
                   Doth
                   stretch
                   straight
                   forth
                   ,
                   so
                   straightly
                   as
                   she
                   may
                   .
                
                 
                   Bones
                   joynts
                   and
                   sinews
                   shap'd
                   of
                   stubborn
                   clay
                
                 
                   Cannot
                   so
                   eas'ly
                   lie
                   in
                   one
                   straight
                   line
                
                 
                   With
                   her
                   projected
                   might
                   ,
                   much
                   lesse
                   obey
                
                 
                   Direct
                   retractions
                   of
                   these
                   beames
                   fine
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   straight
                   retreat
                   they
                   must
                   of
                   necessitie
                   decline
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   they
                   follow
                   in
                   a
                   course
                   oblique
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   angular
                   doublings
                   ,
                   as
                   the
                   joints
                   permit
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   go
                   they
                   up
                   together
                   ,
                   not
                   unlike
                
                 
                   An
                   iron
                   candle-stick
                   the
                   smith
                   hath
                   fit
                
                 
                   With
                   many
                   junctures
                   ,
                   whom
                   in
                   studious
                   sit
                
                 
                   Some
                   scholar
                   set
                   a
                   work
                   :
                   but
                   to
                   return
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lest
                   what
                   we
                   aim'd
                   at
                   we
                   unwares
                   omit
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   souls
                   of
                   beasts
                   their
                   bodies
                   move
                   and
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wield
                   at
                   phansies
                   beck
                   ,
                   as
                   we
                   describ'd
                   beforn
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   36
                
                 
                   Then
                   be
                   the
                   souls
                   of
                   beasts
                   self-moving
                   forms
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bearing
                   their
                   bodies
                   as
                   themselves
                   think
                   meet
                   ,
                
                 
                   Invited
                   or
                   provok'd
                   ,
                   so
                   they
                   transform
                
                 
                   At
                   first
                   themselves
                   within
                   ,
                   then
                   straight
                   in
                   sight
                
                 
                   Those
                   motions
                   come
                   ,
                   which
                   suddenly
                   do
                   light
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   bodies
                   visible
                   ,
                   which
                   move
                
                 
                   According
                   to
                   the
                   will
                   of
                   th'
                   inward
                   spright
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   th'
                   inward
                   spright
                   be
                   anger
                   ,
                   hate
                   and
                   love
                   :
                
                 
                   Hence
                   claws
                   ,
                   horns
                   ,
                   hoofs
                   they
                   use
                   the
                   pinching
                   ill
                   t'
                   amove
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   37
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   I
                   plainly
                   prov'd
                   that
                   souls
                   of
                   beasts
                
                 
                   And
                   plants
                   do
                   move
                   themselves
                   .
                   That
                   souls
                   of
                   men
                
                 
                   Should
                   be
                   more
                   stupid
                   ,
                   and
                   farre
                   lesse
                   releast
                
                 
                   From
                   matters
                   bondage
                   ,
                   surely
                   there
                   's
                   none
                   can
                
                 
                   Admit
                   of
                   ,
                   though
                   but
                   slightly
                   they
                   do
                   scan
                
                 
                   The
                   cause
                   .
                   But
                   for
                   to
                   put
                   all
                   out
                   of
                   doubt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   's
                   take
                   again
                   the
                   same
                   way
                   we
                   have
                   ran
                   ,
                
                 
                   Break
                   down
                   all
                   obstacles
                   that
                   hinder
                   mought
                
                 
                   Our
                   future
                   course
                   to
                   make
                   all
                   plain
                   all
                   clear
                   throughout
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   38
                
                 
                   If
                   there
                   be
                   no
                   self-motion
                   in
                   mans
                   soul
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   nor
                   this
                   nor
                   that
                   way
                   can
                   propend
                
                 
                   Of
                   its
                   owe
                   self
                   ,
                   nor
                   can
                   no
                   whit
                   controll
                
                 
                   Nor
                   will
                   of
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   ,
                   who
                   can
                   offend
                   ?
                
                 
                   For
                   no
                   man●…self
                   (
                   if
                   you
                   do
                   well
                   perpend
                   )
                
                 
                   Guiltie's
                   of
                   ought
                   when
                   nought
                   doth
                   from
                   him
                   flow
                   .
                
                 
                   Whither
                   do
                   learning
                   ,
                   laws
                   ,
                   grave
                   speeches
                   tend
                   ?
                
                 
                   Speaks
                   the
                   rude
                   carter
                   to
                   the
                   waggon
                   slow
                
                 
                   With
                   threat'ning
                   words
                   ,
                   or
                   to
                   the
                   beasts
                   that
                   do
                   it
                   draw
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   39
                
                 
                   Surely
                   unto
                   the
                   beasts
                   that
                   eas'ly
                   go
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   there
                   's
                   the
                   principle
                   of
                   motion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   principle
                   as
                   can
                   it self
                   foreslow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   forward
                   presse
                   by
                   incitation
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   though
                   it
                   moves
                   by
                   commination
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   stifly
                   strives
                   ,
                   yet
                   from
                   it self
                   it
                   strives
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bears
                   it self
                   forth
                   with
                   stout
                   contention
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ever
                   and
                   anon
                   the
                   whip
                   revives
                
                 
                   That
                   inward
                   life
                   ,
                   so
                   bravely
                   on
                   the
                   Rustick
                   drives
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   40
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   all
                   that
                   sweet
                   labour
                   would
                   be
                   lost
                
                 
                   That
                   Gods
                   good
                   spirit
                   takes
                   in
                   humane
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   oft
                   we
                   courted
                   be
                   so
                   often
                   cross'd
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   nor
                   that
                   tender
                   amorous
                   courtship
                   kind
                
                 
                   Hath
                   any
                   place
                   ,
                   where
                   we
                   no
                   place
                   can
                   find
                
                 
                   For
                   a
                   self-yielding
                   love
                   ;
                   Or
                   if
                   self-will
                
                 
                   Be
                   not
                   in
                   us
                   ,
                   how
                   eas'ly
                   were
                   declin'd
                
                 
                   All
                   crosses
                   ?
                   None
                   could
                   happen
                   us
                   untill
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   will
                   I
                   want
                   ,
                   and
                   want
                   no
                   crosse
                   passeth
                   my
                   skill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   41
                
                 
                   Pesides
                   when
                   reason
                   works
                   with
                   fantasie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   changeable
                   conceits
                   we
                   do
                   contrive
                   ,
                
                 
                   Purging
                   and
                   pruning
                   with
                   all
                   industrie
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   dead
                   or
                   uselesse
                   ,
                   lesse
                   demonstrative
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   dull
                   or
                   flaccid
                   ,
                   nought
                   illustrative
                   ,
                
                 
                   Quenching
                   unfitted
                   phantasmes
                   in
                   our
                   brain
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   for
                   our
                   better
                   choice
                   new
                   flames
                   revive
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   busie
                   soul
                   thus
                   doth
                   her
                   reason
                   strain
                
                 
                   To
                   write
                   or
                   speak
                   what
                   envious
                   tong
                   ●…e
                   may
                   never
                   stain
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   42
                
                 
                   Or
                   when
                   quite
                   heedlesse
                   of
                   this
                   earthie
                   world
                
                 
                   She
                   lifts
                   her self
                   unto
                   the
                   azure
                   ski●…
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   those
                   wheeling
                   gyres
                   around
                   is
                   hurld
                   ,
                
                 
                   Turns
                   in
                   herself
                   in
                   a
                   due
                   distancie
                
                 
                   The
                   erring
                   seven
                   ;
                   or
                   a
                   stretch'd
                   line
                   doth
                   t●…e
                
                 
                   O'
                   th'
                   silver-bowed
                   moon
                   from
                   horn
                   to
                   horn
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   finds
                   out
                   Phoebus
                   vast
                   soliditie
                
                 
                   By
                   his
                   diametre
                   ,
                   measures
                   the
                   morn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Girds
                   the
                   swoln
                   earth
                   with
                   linear
                   list
                   ,
                   though
                   earth
                   she
                   scorn
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   43
                
                 
                   All
                   this
                   is
                   done
                   ,
                   though
                   bodie
                   never
                   move
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   about
                   it self
                   circumgyrates
                
                 
                   Her
                   various
                   forms
                   ,
                   and
                   what
                   she
                   most
                   doth
                   love
                
                 
                   She
                   oft
                   before
                   her self
                   stabilitates
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   stifly
                   stayes't
                   and
                   wistly
                   contemplates
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   lets
                   it
                   somewhat
                   slowlier
                   descend
                
                 
                   Down
                   to
                   the
                   nether
                   Night
                   ;
                   she
                   temperates
                
                 
                   Her
                   starrie
                   orb
                   ,
                   makes
                   her
                   bright
                   forms
                   to
                   wend
                
                 
                   Even
                   as
                   she
                   list
                   :
                   Anon
                   she
                   'll
                   all
                   with
                   darknesse
                   blend
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   44
                
                 
                   Thus
                   variously
                   she
                   doth
                   herself
                   invest
                
                 
                   With
                   rising
                   forms
                   ,
                   and
                   reasoneth
                   all
                   the
                   way
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   by
                   right
                   reason
                   doth
                   herself
                   devest
                
                 
                   Of
                   falser
                   phancies
                   .
                   Who
                   then
                   can
                   gainsay
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   's
                   self-mov'd
                   when
                   she
                   doth
                   with
                   self-sway
                
                 
                   Thus
                   change
                   herself
                   ,
                   as
                   inward
                   life
                   doth
                   feel
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   not
                   ,
                   then
                   some
                   inspiring
                   sprights
                   bewray
                
                 
                   Each
                   reasoning
                   .
                   Yet
                   though
                   to
                   them
                   we
                   deal
                
                 
                   First
                   motion
                   ,
                   yet
                   our selves
                   ought
                   know
                   what
                   they
                   reveal
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   45
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   nor
                   of
                   our selves
                   we
                   moved
                   be
                
                 
                   At
                   first
                   ,
                   without
                   any
                   invasion
                
                 
                   Of
                   stirring
                   forms
                   that
                   into
                   energie
                
                 
                   Awake
                   the
                   soul
                   ;
                   nor
                   after-motion
                
                 
                   From
                   its
                   own
                   centre
                   by
                   occasion
                
                 
                   Doth
                   issue
                   forth
                   ;
                   then
                   it
                   's
                   not
                   conscious
                
                 
                   Of
                   ought
                   :
                   For
                   so
                   't
                   will
                   want
                   adversion
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   nothing
                   can
                   animadvert
                   for
                   us
                   :
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   all
                   humane
                   souls
                   be
                   self-vivacious
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   46
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   I
                   prov'd
                   all
                   souls
                   have
                   centrallmotion
                
                 
                   Springing
                   from
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                   .
                   But
                   they
                   'll
                   object
                
                 
                   Gainst
                   th'
                   universalnesse
                   of
                   this
                   clear
                   notion
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   whiles
                   self-flowing
                   sourse
                   I
                   here
                   detect
                
                 
                   In
                   plants
                   ,
                   in
                   brutes
                   ,
                   in
                   men
                   ,
                   I
                   ought
                   reject
                
                 
                   No
                   soul
                   from
                   wished
                   immortalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   give
                   them
                   durance
                   when
                   they
                   are
                   resect
                
                 
                   From
                   organized
                   corporeitie
                   :
                
                 
                   Thus
                   brutes
                   and
                   plants
                   shall
                   gain
                   lasting
                   eternitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   47
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   a
                   never
                   fading
                   durancie
                
                 
                   Belongs
                   to
                   all
                   hid
                   principles
                   of
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   full
                   grasp
                   of
                   vast
                   Eternitie
                
                 
                   Longs
                   not
                   to
                   beings
                   simply
                   vegetive
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   yet
                   to
                   creatures
                   merely
                   sensitive
                   :
                
                 
                   Reason
                   alone
                   cannot
                   arrive
                   to
                   it
                   .
                
                 
                   Onely
                   souls
                   Deiform
                   intellective
                
                 
                   Unto
                   that
                   height
                   of
                   happinesse
                   can
                   get
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   immortalitie
                   with
                   other
                   souls
                   may
                   fit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   48
                
                 
                   No
                   force
                   of
                   Nature
                   can
                   their
                   strength
                   annoy
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   they
                   be
                   subtiler
                   then
                   the
                   silken
                   aire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   fatall
                   fire
                   from
                   heaven
                   cannot
                   destroy
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   grossenesse
                   its
                   devo●…ing
                   teeth
                   may
                   sheare
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   present
                   state
                   of
                   visibles
                   empare
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   fine
                   curtains
                   of
                   the
                   lasting
                   skie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   not
                   of
                   love
                   ,
                   yet
                   it
                   perforce
                   must
                   spare
                   ▪
                
                 
                   If
                   they
                   could
                   burn
                   ,
                   each
                   spark
                   from
                   flint
                   would
                   trie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   a
                   bright
                   broad-spread
                   flame
                   to
                   either
                   Pole
                   would
                   hi●…
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   49
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   all
                   souls
                   survive
                   their
                   bulks
                   decay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Another
                   difficultie
                   will
                   straight
                   arise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   their
                   estate
                   when
                   they
                   're
                   away
                
                 
                   Flit
                   from
                   this
                   grosser
                   world
                   .
                   Shall
                   Paradise
                
                 
                   Receive
                   the
                   sprights
                   of
                   beasts
                   ?
                   or
                   wants
                   it
                   trees
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   their
                   sweet
                   verdant
                   souls
                   should
                   thither
                   take
                   ?
                
                 
                   Who
                   shall
                   conduct
                   those
                   stragling
                   colonies
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   be
                   they
                   straightway
                   drench'd
                   in
                   Lethe
                   lake
                   ?
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   cold
                   sleep
                   their
                   shriveld
                   life
                   from
                   work
                   doth
                   slake
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   50
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   that
                   all
                   or
                   some
                   of
                   them
                   awake
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   is
                   their
                   miserie
                   ?
                   what
                   their
                   delight●…
                
                 
                   How
                   come
                   they
                   that
                   refined
                   state
                   forsake
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   had
                   they
                   their
                   first
                   being
                   in
                   our
                   sight
                   ?
                
                 
                   Whither
                   to
                   serve
                   ?
                   what
                   is
                   the
                   usefull
                   might
                
                 
                   Of
                   these
                   spirituall
                   trees
                   ?
                   doth
                   fearfull
                   hare
                
                 
                   Flie
                   the
                   pursuing
                   dog
                   ?
                   doth
                   soaring
                   kite
                
                 
                   Prey
                   upon
                   silly
                   chickins
                   ?
                   is
                   there
                   jarre
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   be
                   those
                   sprights
                   agreed
                   ,
                   none
                   to
                   other
                   contraire
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   51
                
                 
                   If
                   some
                   contraire
                   ;
                   then
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   how
                   's
                   their
                   fight
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   is
                   the
                   spoil
                   ?
                   what
                   the
                   stout
                   victors
                   meed
                   ?
                
                 
                   No
                   flesh
                   ,
                   no
                   bloud
                   whereon
                   to
                   spend
                   their
                   spight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   whereupon
                   these
                   hungry
                   souls
                   may
                   feed
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   doth
                   the
                   stronger
                   suck
                   the
                   aierie
                   weed
                
                 
                   Wherewith
                   the
                   other
                   did
                   it self
                   invest
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   more
                   freshly
                   deck
                   it self
                   at
                   need
                   ?
                
                 
                   An
                   aierie
                   prey
                   for
                   aierie
                   spright
                   is
                   best
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   do
                   they
                   want
                   no
                   food
                   ,
                   but
                   be
                   still
                   full
                   and
                   rest
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   52
                
                 
                   Die
                   they
                   again
                   ?
                   draw
                   they
                   in
                   any
                   breath
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   be
                   they
                   sterill
                   ?
                   or
                   bring
                   forth
                   their
                   young
                   ?
                
                 
                   Beat
                   their
                   light
                   feet
                   on
                   the
                   soft
                   aierie
                   heath
                   ?
                
                 
                   Expresse
                   they
                   joy
                   or
                   sorrow
                   with
                   their
                   tongue
                   ?
                
                 
                   Enough
                   !
                   who
                   ere
                   thou
                   art
                   that
                   thus
                   dost
                   throng
                
                 
                   My
                   tender
                   Muse
                   with
                   rough
                   objections
                   stout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Give
                   me
                   but
                   leave
                   to
                   tell
                   thee
                   thou●…rt
                   wrong
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   being
                   of
                   a
                   thing
                   thou
                   call'st
                   in
                   doubt
                
                 
                   Cause
                   its
                   more
                   hid
                   conditions
                   shine
                   not
                   clearly
                   out
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   53
                
                 
                   Who
                   questions
                   but
                   there
                   is
                   a
                   quantitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   things
                   corporeall
                   ,
                   a
                   trinall
                   dimension
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   solid
                   bodies
                   ?
                   yet
                   to
                   satisfie
                
                 
                   All
                   doubts
                   that
                   may
                   be
                   made
                   about
                   extension
                
                 
                   Would
                   plunge
                   the
                   wisest
                   Clerk.
                   I
                   'll
                   onely
                   mention
                
                 
                   That
                   quaere
                   ,
                   of
                   what
                   parts
                   it
                   doth
                   consist
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whether
                   of
                   Atoms
                   ;
                   or
                   what
                   strange
                   retention
                
                 
                   Still
                   keepeth
                   so
                   much
                   back
                   ,
                   that
                   if
                   God
                   list
                
                 
                   He
                   could
                   not
                   count
                   the
                   parts
                   of
                   a
                   small
                   linear
                   twist
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   54
                
                 
                   For
                   his
                   division
                   never
                   could
                   exhaust
                
                 
                   The
                   particles
                   ,
                   say
                   they
                   ,
                   of
                   quantitie
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   daring
                   wit
                   of
                   man
                   that
                   thus
                   doth
                   boast
                
                 
                   It self
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   pursuit
                   of
                   sciencie
                
                 
                   Forget
                   the
                   reverend
                   laws
                   of
                   pietie
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   thing
                   is
                   hid
                   from
                   that
                   all-seeing
                   light
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   thing
                   not
                   done
                   by
                   his
                   all-potencie
                   ?
                
                 
                   He
                   can
                   discern
                   by
                   his
                   clear-piercing
                   might
                
                 
                   The
                   close-couch'd
                   number
                   of
                   each
                   bignesse
                   comes
                   in
                   sight
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   55
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   can
                   count
                   them
                   out
                   even
                   part
                   by
                   part
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   number
                   ,
                   measure
                   ,
                   weight
                   ,
                   he
                   all
                   things
                   made
                   ;
                
                 
                   Each
                   unite
                   he
                   dissevets
                   by
                   his
                   Art
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   here
                   this
                   searching
                   reason
                   to
                   evade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Each
                   quantum's
                   infinite
                   ,
                   straight
                   will
                   be
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   against
                   sense
                   .
                   If
                   it
                   be
                   infinite
                
                 
                   Of
                   parts
                   ,
                   then
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   be
                   those
                   parts
                   out-spread
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   not
                   extent
                   ?
                   if
                   extended
                   outright
                
                 
                   Each
                   flie
                   in
                   summer
                   even
                   is
                   higher
                   then
                   Heavens
                   hight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   56
                
                 
                   If
                   not
                   extended
                   ,
                   then
                   that
                   quantum's
                   nought
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   be
                   extended
                   ,
                   others
                   not
                   extent
                
                 
                   Already
                   (
                   answers
                   a
                   vain
                   shifting
                   thought
                   )
                
                 
                   But
                   those
                   potentiall
                   parts
                   ,
                   how
                   be
                   they
                   meint
                
                 
                   With
                   those
                   that
                   now
                   be
                   actually
                   distent
                   ?
                
                 
                   Even
                   thus
                   you
                   grant
                   ,
                   that
                   those
                   that
                   actuall
                   be
                
                 
                   Be
                   plainly
                   finite
                   ,
                   against
                   your
                   intent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Grant
                   me
                   but
                   that
                   ,
                   and
                   we
                   shall
                   well
                   agree
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   must
                   sleight
                   Atoms
                   be
                   sole
                   parts
                   of
                   quantitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   57
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   't
                   consist
                   of
                   points
                   :
                   then
                   a
                   Scalene
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   prove
                   all
                   one
                   with
                   an
                   Isosceles
                   :
                
                 
                   With
                   as
                   much
                   ease
                   I
                   'll
                   evince
                   clear
                   and
                   clean
                
                 
                   That
                   the
                   crosse
                   lines
                   of
                   a
                   Rhomboides
                
                 
                   That
                   from
                   their
                   meeting
                   to
                   all
                   angles
                   presse
                
                 
                   Be
                   of
                   one
                   length
                   ,
                   though
                   one
                   from
                   earth
                   to
                   heaven
                
                 
                   Would
                   reach
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   the
                   other
                   were
                   much
                   lesse
                
                 
                   Then
                   a
                   small
                   digit
                   of
                   the
                   lowest
                   of
                   seven
                
                 
                   So
                   as
                   she'pears
                   to
                   us
                   ,
                   yet
                   I
                   could
                   prove
                   them
                   even
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   58
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   the
                   moon
                   (
                   though
                   her
                   circumference
                
                 
                   Be
                   farre
                   more
                   straight
                   then
                   is
                   the
                   earthie
                   ball
                   )
                
                 
                   Sometime
                   the
                   earth
                   illumineth
                   at
                   once
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   her
                   grasping
                   rayes
                   enlights
                   it
                   all
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   the
                   Sunnes
                   great
                   bodie
                   sphericall
                
                 
                   Greater
                   then
                   th'
                   earth
                   ,
                   farre
                   greater
                   then
                   the
                   moon
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   at
                   midday
                   illumines
                   not
                   at
                   all
                
                 
                   This
                   earthie
                   globe
                   in
                   his
                   Apogeon
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   we
                   in
                   deep
                   darknesse
                   sit
                   ,
                   though
                   at
                   high
                   noon
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   59
                
                 
                   Of
                   will
                   ,
                   of
                   motion
                   ,
                   of
                   divine
                   foresight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Here
                   might
                   I
                   treat
                   with
                   like
                   perplexitie
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   's
                   already
                   clear
                   that
                   't
                   is
                   not
                   right
                
                 
                   To
                   reason
                   down
                   the
                   firm
                   subsistencie
                
                 
                   Of
                   things
                   from
                   ignorance
                   of
                   their
                   propertie
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   not
                   requisite
                   for
                   to
                   determ
                
                 
                   The
                   hid
                   conditions
                   of
                   vitaliti●…
                
                 
                   Or
                   shrunk
                   or
                   sever'd
                   ;
                   onely
                   I
                   'll
                   affirm
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   ,
                   which
                   my
                   next
                   song
                   shall
                   further
                   yet
                   confirm
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   1.
                   
                   Cant.
                   3.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Ore
                     whelm'd
                     with
                     grief
                     and
                     pitious
                     wo
                  
                   
                     For
                     fading
                     lifes
                     decayes
                     ;
                  
                   
                     How
                     no
                     souls
                     die
                     ,
                     from
                     Lunar
                     how
                     ,
                  
                   
                     A
                     nymph
                     to
                     me
                     displayes
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   IN
                   silent
                   night
                   ,
                   when
                   mortalls
                   be
                   at
                   rest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   bathe
                   their
                   molten
                   limbs
                   in
                   slothfull
                   sleep
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   troubled
                   ghost
                   strange
                   cares
                   did
                   straight
                   molest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   plung'd
                   my
                   heavie
                   soul
                   in
                   sorrow
                   deep
                   :
                
                 
                   Large
                   floods
                   of
                   tears
                   my
                   moistned
                   cheeks
                   did
                   steep
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   heart
                   was
                   wounded
                   with
                   compassionate
                   love
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   the
                   creatures
                   :
                   sadly
                   out
                   I
                   creep
                
                 
                   From
                   mens
                   close
                   mansions
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                   to
                   improve
                
                 
                   My
                   mournfull
                   plight
                   ,
                   so
                   softly
                   on
                   I
                   forward
                   move
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Aye
                   me
                   !
                   said
                   I
                   ,
                   within
                   my
                   wearied
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fighed
                   sad
                   ,
                   wherefore
                   did
                   God
                   erect
                
                 
                   This
                   stage
                   of
                   misery
                   ?
                   thrice
                   ,
                   fouretimes
                   blest
                
                 
                   Whom
                   churlish
                   Nature
                   never
                   did
                   eject
                
                 
                   From
                   her
                   dark
                   womb
                   ,
                   and
                   cruelly
                   object
                
                 
                   By
                   sense
                   and
                   life
                   unto
                   such
                   balefull
                   smart
                   ;
                
                 
                   Every
                   slight
                   entrance
                   into
                   joy
                   is
                   checkt
                
                 
                   By
                   that
                   soure
                   step-dames
                   threats
                   ,
                   and
                   visage
                   tart
                   :
                
                 
                   Our
                   pleasure
                   of
                   our
                   pain
                   is
                   not
                   the
                   thousandth
                   part
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Thus
                   vex'd
                   I
                   was
                   'cause
                   of
                   mortality
                   :
                
                 
                   Her
                   curst
                   remembrance
                   cast
                   me
                   in
                   this
                   plight
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   grew
                   sick
                   of
                   the
                   worlds
                   vanity
                   .
                
                 
                   Ne
                   ought
                   recomfort
                   could
                   my
                   sunken
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   so
                   I
                   hate
                   may
                   do
                   me
                   no
                   delight
                   .
                
                 
                   Few
                   things
                   (
                   alas
                   )
                   I
                   hate
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                   my
                   wo
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   things
                   I
                   love
                   by
                   mine
                   own
                   sad
                   foresight
                
                 
                   Make
                   me
                   the
                   greater
                   torments
                   undergo
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   I
                   know
                   at
                   last
                   they
                   're
                   gone
                   like
                   idle
                   show
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   Each
                   goodly
                   sight
                   my
                   sense
                   doth
                   captivate
                
                 
                   When
                   vernall
                   flowers
                   their
                   silken
                   leaves
                   display
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ope
                   their
                   fragrant
                   bosomes
                   ,
                   I
                   that
                   stare
                
                 
                   Would
                   not
                   have
                   changed
                   but
                   indure
                   for
                   aye
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   care
                   to
                   mind
                   that
                   that
                   fatall
                   decay
                
                 
                   Is
                   still
                   recured
                   by
                   faithfull
                   succession
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   why
                   should
                   ought
                   that
                   's
                   good
                   thus
                   fade
                   away
                   ?
                
                 
                   Should
                   steddy
                   Spring
                   exclude
                   Summers
                   accession
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   Summer
                   spoil
                   the
                   Spring
                   with
                   furious
                   hot
                   oppression
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   You
                   chearfull
                   chaunters
                   of
                   the
                   flowring
                   woods
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   feed
                   your
                   carelesse
                   souls
                   with
                   pleasant
                   layes
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   silly
                   birds
                   !
                   cease
                   from
                   your
                   merry
                   moods
                   :
                
                 
                   Ill
                   suits
                   such
                   mirth
                   when
                   dreary
                   deaths
                   assayes
                
                 
                   So
                   closely
                   presse
                   your
                   sory
                   carkases
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   mournfull
                   note
                   turn
                   your
                   light
                   verilayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Death
                   be
                   your
                   song
                   ,
                   and
                   Winters
                   hoary
                   sprayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Spend
                   your
                   vain
                   sprights
                   in
                   sighing
                   Elegies
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   help
                   you
                   to
                   lament
                   your
                   wofull
                   miseryes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   When
                   we
                   lay
                   cover'd
                   in
                   the
                   shady
                   Night
                
                 
                   Of
                   senselesse
                   matter
                   ,
                   we
                   were
                   well
                   content
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   estate
                   ,
                   nought
                   pierc'd
                   our
                   anxious
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   harm
                   we
                   suffered
                   ,
                   no
                   harm
                   we
                   ment
                   ;
                
                 
                   Our
                   rest
                   not
                   with
                   light
                   dream
                   of
                   ill
                   was
                   blent
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   rough
                   Nature
                   ,
                   with
                   her
                   iron
                   ho●…d
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pull'd
                   us
                   from
                   our
                   soft
                   ease
                   ,
                   and
                   hither
                   hent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Disturbing
                   fear
                   and
                   pinching
                   pain
                   we
                   fou●…d
                   ,
                
                 
                   Full
                   many
                   a
                   bitter
                   blast
                   ,
                   full
                   many
                   a
                   dreadfull
                   stound
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   Yet
                   life
                   's
                   strong
                   love
                   doth
                   so
                   intoxicate
                
                 
                   Our
                   misty
                   minds
                   ,
                   that
                   we
                   do
                   fear
                   ●…o
                   dy
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   did
                   dame
                   Nature
                   brood
                   all
                   things
                   of
                   hate
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   onely
                   give
                   them
                   life
                   for
                   misery
                   ?
                
                 
                   Sense
                   for
                   an
                   undeserved
                   penalty
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   show
                   that
                   if
                   she
                   list
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   could
                   make
                
                 
                   Them
                   happy
                   ?
                   but
                   with
                   spightfull
                   cruelty
                
                 
                   Doth
                   force
                   their
                   groaning
                   ghosts
                   this
                   house
                   forsake
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   their
                   ancient
                   nought
                   their
                   empty
                   selves
                   betake
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   deep
                   sorrow
                   and
                   restlesse
                   disdain
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   cankered
                   doom
                   of
                   envious
                   fate
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   clove
                   my
                   very
                   heart
                   with
                   riving
                   pain
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   I
                   in
                   sullen
                   rage
                   did
                   ruminate
                
                 
                   The
                   Creatures
                   vanity
                   and
                   wofull
                   state
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   night
                   that
                   ought
                   to
                   yield
                   us
                   timely
                   rest
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   swelling
                   griefs
                   did
                   much
                   more
                   aggravate
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   sighs
                   and
                   groans
                   of
                   weary
                   sleeping
                   beast
                
                 
                   Seem'd
                   as
                   if
                   sleep
                   it self
                   their
                   spirits
                   did
                   molest
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Or
                   as
                   constrain'd
                   perforce
                   that
                   boon
                   to
                   wrest
                
                 
                   From
                   envious
                   Nature
                   .
                   All
                   things
                   did
                   augment
                
                 
                   My
                   heavy
                   plight
                   ,
                   that
                   fouly
                   I
                   blam'd
                   the
                   hest
                
                 
                   Of
                   stubborn
                   destiny
                   cause
                   of
                   this
                   wayment
                   .
                
                 
                   Even
                   sleep
                   that
                   's
                   for
                   our
                   restauration
                   ment
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   execrable
                   thing
                   I
                   did
                   abhorre
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cause
                   ugly
                   death
                   to
                   th'
                   life
                   it
                   did
                   depeint
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   good
                   came
                   to
                   my
                   mind
                   I
                   did
                   deplore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   it
                   perish
                   must
                   and
                   not
                   live
                   evermore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Thus
                   wrapt
                   in
                   rufull
                   thought
                   through
                   the
                   waste
                   field
                
                 
                   I
                   staggred
                   on
                   ,
                   and
                   scattered
                   my
                   woe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bedew'd
                   the
                   grasse
                   with
                   tears
                   mine
                   eyes
                   did
                   yield
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   I
                   am
                   ariv'd
                   with
                   footing
                   slow
                
                 
                   Near
                   a
                   black
                   pitchy
                   wood
                   ,
                   that
                   strongest
                   throw
                
                 
                   Of
                   starry
                   beam
                   no'te
                   easly
                   penetrate
                   :
                
                 
                   On
                   the
                   North
                   side
                   I
                   walked
                   to
                   and
                   fro
                
                 
                   In
                   solitary
                   shade
                   .
                   The
                   Moons
                   sly
                   gate
                
                 
                   Had
                   cross'd
                   the
                   middle
                   line
                   :
                   It
                   was
                   at
                   least
                   so
                   late
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   When
                   th'
                   other
                   part
                   of
                   night
                   in
                   painfull
                   grief
                
                 
                   Was
                   almost
                   spent
                   ,
                   out
                   of
                   that
                   solemn
                   grove
                
                 
                   There
                   issued
                   forth
                   for
                   my
                   timely
                   relief
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fairest
                   wight
                   that
                   ever
                   sight
                   did
                   prove
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   fair
                   a
                   wight
                   as
                   might
                   command
                   the
                   love
                
                 
                   Of
                   best
                   of
                   mortall
                   race
                   ;
                   her
                   count'nance
                   shee●…
                
                 
                   The
                   pensive
                   shade
                   gently
                   before
                   her
                   drove
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   milde
                   sweet
                   light
                   shone
                   from
                   her
                   lovely
                   eyne
                   :
                
                 
                   She
                   seem'd
                   no
                   earthly
                   branch
                   but
                   sprung
                   of
                   stock
                   divine
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   A
                   silken
                   mantle
                   ,
                   colour'd
                   like
                   the
                   skie
                
                 
                   With
                   silver
                   starres
                   in
                   a
                   due
                   distance
                   set
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   cast
                   about
                   her
                   somewhat
                   carelesly
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   her
                   bright
                   flowing
                   hair
                   was
                   not
                   ylet
                
                 
                   By
                   Arts
                   device
                   ;
                   onely
                   a
                   chappelet
                
                 
                   Of
                   chiefest
                   flowers
                   ,
                   which
                   from
                   far
                   and
                   near
                
                 
                   The
                   Nymphe
                   in
                   their
                   pure
                   lilly
                   hands
                   had
                   set
                   ,
                
                 
                   Upon
                   her
                   temples
                   she
                   did
                   seemly
                   wear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Her
                   own
                   fair
                   beams
                   madd
                   all
                   her
                   ornaments
                   appear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   What
                   wilfull
                   wight
                   doth
                   thus
                   his
                   kindly
                   rest
                
                 
                   Forsake
                   ?
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   approching
                   me
                   unto
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   rage
                   ,
                   what
                   sorrow
                   boils
                   thus
                   in
                   thy
                   chest
                
                 
                   That
                   thou
                   thus
                   spend'st
                   the
                   night
                   in
                   wasting
                   wo
                   ?
                
                 
                   Oft
                   help
                   he
                   gets
                   that
                   his
                   hid
                   ill
                   doth
                   show
                   .
                
                 
                   Ay
                   me
                   !
                   said
                   I
                   ,
                   my
                   grief
                   's
                   not
                   all
                   mine
                   own
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   mens
                   griefs
                   into
                   my
                   heart
                   do
                   flow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   mens
                   alone
                   ,
                   but
                   every
                   mourn
                   full
                   grone
                
                 
                   Of
                   dying
                   beast
                   ,
                   or
                   what
                   so
                   else
                   that
                   grief
                   hath
                   shown
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   From
                   fading
                   plants
                   my
                   sorrows
                   frshly
                   spring
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   thou
                   thy self
                   that
                   com'st
                   to
                   comfort
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wouldst
                   strongst
                   occasion
                   of
                   deep
                   sorrow
                   bring
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   wert
                   subject
                   to
                   mortality
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   no
                   mortall
                   wight
                   thee
                   deem
                   to
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   face
                   thy
                   voice
                   immortall
                   thee
                   proclaim
                   .
                
                 
                   Do
                   I
                   not
                   well
                   to
                   wail
                   the
                   vanity
                
                 
                   Of
                   fading
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   churlish
                   fates
                   to
                   blame
                
                 
                   That
                   with
                   cold
                   frozen
                   death
                   lifs
                   chearfull
                   motions
                   tame
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   Thou
                   dost
                   not
                   well
                   ,
                   said
                   she
                   to
                   me
                   again
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   hurt'st
                   thy self
                   ,
                   and
                   dost
                   to
                   them
                   no
                   good
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sighs
                   thou
                   sendest
                   out
                   cannot
                   regain
                
                 
                   Life
                   to
                   the
                   dead
                   ,
                   thou
                   canst
                   not
                   change
                   the
                   mood
                
                 
                   Of
                   stedfast
                   destiny
                   .
                   That
                   man
                   is
                   wood
                
                 
                   That
                   weetingly
                   hastes
                   on
                   the
                   thing
                   he
                   hates
                   :
                
                 
                   Dull
                   sorrow
                   chokes
                   the
                   sprights
                   ,
                   congeals
                   the
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   bodies
                   fabrick
                   quickly
                   ruinates
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   foolish
                   men
                   do
                   fondly
                   blame
                   the
                   hasty
                   fates
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   Come
                   ,
                   hasty
                   fates
                   ,
                   said
                   I
                   ,
                   come
                   take
                   away
                
                 
                   My
                   weary
                   life
                   ,
                   the
                   fountain
                   of
                   my
                   wo
                   :
                
                 
                   When
                   that
                   's
                   extinct
                   or
                   shrunk
                   into
                   cold
                   clay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   well
                   I
                   wore
                   that
                   I
                   shall
                   undergo
                
                 
                   No
                   longer
                   pain
                   .
                   O!
                   why
                   are
                   you
                   so
                   slow
                   !
                
                 
                   Fond
                   speech
                   ,
                   said
                   she
                   ,
                   nor
                   chang'd
                   her
                   countenance
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   signe
                   of
                   grief
                   or
                   anger
                   she
                   did
                   show
                   ;
                
                 
                   Full
                   well
                   she
                   knew
                   passions
                   misgovernance
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   her
                   clear
                   brest
                   fond
                   passion
                   never
                   yet
                   did
                   lance
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   But
                   thus
                   spake
                   on
                   ,
                   sith
                   friendly
                   sympathy
                
                 
                   With
                   all
                   the
                   creatures
                   thus
                   invades
                   thy
                   brest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   strikes
                   thine
                   heart
                   with
                   so
                   deep
                   agony
                
                 
                   For
                   their
                   decay
                   ,
                   cording
                   to
                   that
                   behest
                
                 
                   Which
                   the
                   pure
                   sourse
                   of
                   sympathy
                   hath
                   prest
                
                 
                   On
                   all
                   that
                   of
                   those
                   lovely
                   streams
                   have
                   drunk
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   tell
                   thee
                   that
                   that
                   needs
                   must
                   please
                   thee
                   best
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     All
                     life
                     's
                     immortall
                  
                   ;
                   though
                   the
                   outward
                   trunk
                
                 
                   May
                   changed
                   be
                   ,
                   yet
                   life
                   to
                   nothing
                   never
                   shrunk
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   she
                   bad
                   me
                   rear
                   my
                   heavy
                   eye
                
                 
                   Up
                   toward
                   heaven
                   .
                   I
                   rear'd
                   them
                   toward
                   th'
                   East
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   a
                   roscid
                   cloud
                   I
                   did
                   espy
                
                 
                   A
                   Lunar
                   rainbow
                   in
                   her
                   painted
                   vest
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   heavenly
                   maid
                   in
                   the
                   meanwhile
                   surceast
                
                 
                   From
                   further
                   speech
                   while
                   I
                   the
                   bow
                   did
                   view
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   mine
                   old
                   malady
                   was
                   more
                   increas'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   bow
                   gan
                   break
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   the
                   gawdy
                   hew
                
                 
                   Dispeared
                   ,
                   that
                   my
                   heart
                   the
                   sight
                   did
                   inly
                   rue
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   Thus
                   life
                   doth
                   vanish
                   as
                   this
                   bow
                   is
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Said
                   I
                   :
                   That
                   sacred
                   Nymph
                   forthwith
                   reply'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Vain
                   showes
                   may
                   vanish
                   that
                   have
                   gayly
                   shone
                
                 
                   To
                   feeble
                   sense
                   ;
                   but
                   if
                   the
                   truth
                   be
                   try'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Life
                   cannot
                   perish
                   or
                   to
                   nothing
                   slide
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   not
                   life
                   that
                   falleth
                   under
                   sight
                   ;
                
                 
                   None
                   but
                   vain
                   flitting
                   qualities
                   are
                   ey'd
                
                 
                   By
                   wondring
                   ignorance
                   .
                   The
                   vitall
                   spright
                
                 
                   As
                   surely
                   doth
                   remain
                   as
                   the
                   Suns
                   lasting
                   light
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   This
                   bow
                   ,
                   whose
                   breaking
                   struck
                   thy
                   troubled
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   causelesse
                   grief
                   ,
                   I
                   hope
                   shall
                   thee
                   recure
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   have
                   well
                   explain'd
                   with
                   skilfull
                   Art
                
                 
                   By
                   its
                   resemblance
                   what
                   things
                   must
                   indure
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   things
                   decay
                   and
                   cannot
                   standen
                   sure
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   higher
                   causes
                   of
                   that
                   coloured
                   Ark
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   e're
                   becomes
                   of
                   it
                   ,
                   do
                   sit
                   secure
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   so
                   (
                   the
                   body
                   failing
                   )
                   lifes
                   fair
                   spark
                
                 
                   Is
                   safe
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   clearly
                   show
                   if
                   you
                   but
                   list
                   to
                   mark
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   There
                   be
                   six
                   Orders
                   'fore
                   you
                   do
                   descend
                
                 
                   To
                   this
                   gay
                   painted
                   bow
                   :
                   Sols
                   centrall
                   spright
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   first
                   place
                   ,
                   to
                   th'
                   next
                   we
                   must
                   commend
                
                 
                   His
                   hid
                   spread
                   form
                   ,
                   then
                   his
                   inherent
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fourth
                   his
                   rayes
                   wherewith
                   he
                   is
                   bedight
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fifth
                   that
                   glistring
                   circle
                   of
                   the
                   Moon
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   goodly
                   round
                   full
                   face
                   all
                   silver
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sixth
                   be
                   beams
                   that
                   from
                   her
                   visage
                   shone
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   seventh
                   that
                   gawdy
                   bow
                   that
                   was
                   so
                   quickly
                   gone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   The
                   fluid
                   matter
                   was
                   that
                   dewy
                   cloud
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   faild
                   as
                   faithlesse
                   Hyle
                   wont
                   to
                   sail
                   :
                
                 
                   New
                   guest
                   being
                   come
                   ,
                   the
                   old
                   she
                   out
                   doth
                   croud
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   see
                   how
                   little
                   Hyle
                   did
                   prevail
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   sad
                   destruction
                   in
                   this
                   deemed
                   bale
                   !
                
                 
                   Sols
                   spright
                   ,
                   had
                   form
                   ,
                   fair
                   light
                   and
                   out-gone
                   rayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Moons
                   round
                   silver
                   face
                   withouten
                   veil
                
                 
                   Do
                   still
                   remain
                   ,
                   her
                   beams
                   she
                   still
                   displayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   cloud
                   but
                   melt
                   ,
                   not
                   lost
                   ,
                   the
                   bow
                   onely
                   decayes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   This
                   number
                   saits
                   well
                   with
                   the
                   Universe
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   number
                   's
                   eight
                   of
                   the
                   Orbs
                   generall
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   whence
                   things
                   flow
                   or
                   wherein
                   they
                   converse
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   first
                   we
                   name
                   
                     Nature
                     Monadicall
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   second
                   hight
                   
                     Life
                     Intellectuall
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Third
                   Psychicall
                   ,
                   the
                   fourth
                   Imaginative
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fifth
                   Sensitive
                   ,
                   the
                   sixth
                   Spermaticall
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   seventh
                   be
                   fading
                   forms
                   Quantitative
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   eighth
                   Hyle
                   or
                   Ananke
                   perverse
                   ,
                   coactive
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   That
                   last
                   is
                   nought
                   but
                   potentiality
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   in
                   the
                   lower
                   creature
                   causeth
                   strife
                   ,
                
                 
                   Destruction
                   by
                   incompossibility
                
                 
                   In
                   some
                   ,
                   as
                   in
                   the
                   forms
                   Quantitative
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   here
                   depend
                   on
                   the
                   Orb
                   Unitive
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   also
                   hight
                   Nature
                   Monadicall
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   all
                   those
                   lights
                   and
                   colours
                   did
                   derive
                
                 
                   Themselves
                   from
                   lively
                   Phoebus
                   life
                   centrall
                   .
                
                 
                   Nought
                   therefore
                   but
                   vain
                   sensibles
                   we
                   see
                   caducall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   the
                   first
                   Every-where-Unitie
                
                 
                   Is
                   the
                   true
                   root
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   living
                   creatures
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   they
                   descend
                   in
                   each
                   distinct
                   degree
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   God's
                   the
                   sustentacle
                   of
                   all
                   Natures
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   those
                   outward
                   forms
                   and
                   gawdy
                   features
                
                 
                   May
                   quail
                   like
                   rainbowes
                   in
                   the
                   roscid
                   sky
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   glistring
                   Parelies
                   or
                   other
                   meteors
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   the
                   clear
                   light
                   doth
                   not
                   to
                   nothing
                   fly
                   :
                
                 
                   Those
                   six
                   degrees
                   of
                   life
                   stand
                   sure
                   ,
                   and
                   never
                   dy
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   So
                   now
                   we
                   plainly
                   see
                   that
                   the
                   dark
                   matter
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   that
                   needfull
                   prop
                   to
                   hold
                   up
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   deaths
                   engines
                   this
                   grosse
                   bulk
                   do
                   shatter
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   have
                   not
                   lost
                   our
                   Orb
                   conservative
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   which
                   we
                   are
                   a
                   ray
                   derivative
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   body
                   sensible
                   so
                   garnished
                
                 
                   With
                   outward
                   forms
                   these
                   inward
                   do
                   relieve
                   ,
                
                 
                   Keep
                   up
                   in
                   fashion
                   and
                   fresh
                   lively-hed
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   grosse
                   bulk
                   those
                   inward
                   lives
                   stands
                   in
                   no
                   sted
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   Nor
                   can
                   one
                   inward
                   form
                   another
                   slay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   they
                   may
                   quell
                   their
                   present
                   energy
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   make
                   them
                   close
                   contract
                   their
                   yielding
                   ray
                
                 
                   And
                   hide
                   themselves
                   in
                   their
                   centreity
                
                 
                   Till
                   some
                   friendly
                   appulse
                   doth
                   set
                   them
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   call
                   them
                   out
                   again
                   into
                   broad
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   Hence
                   lives
                   gush
                   not
                   in
                   superfluity
                
                 
                   Into
                   this
                   world
                   ,
                   but
                   their
                   due
                   time
                   do
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   their
                   strong
                   centrall
                   essence
                   never
                   can
                   decay
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   In
                   Earth
                   ,
                   in
                   Aire
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   vast
                   flowing
                   Plain
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   high
                   Region
                   hight
                   Aethereall
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   every
                   place
                   these
                   Atom-lives
                   remain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   those
                   that
                   cleeped
                   are
                   form●…
                   seminall
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   souls
                   of
                   men
                   by
                   force
                   imaginall
                
                 
                   Easly
                   supply
                   their
                   place
                   ,
                   when
                   so
                   they
                   list
                
                 
                   Appear
                   in
                   thickned
                   Aire
                   with
                   shape
                   externall
                
                 
                   Display
                   their
                   light
                   and
                   form
                   in
                   cloudy
                   mist
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   much
                   it
                   doth
                   amaze
                   the
                   musing
                   Naturalist
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   sith
                   life
                   so
                   strongly
                   sealed
                   is
                   ,
                
                 
                   Purge
                   out
                   fond
                   thoughts
                   out
                   of
                   thy
                   weary
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   rather
                   strive
                   that
                   thou
                   do
                   nought
                   amisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   God
                   to
                   blame
                   and
                   Nature
                   as
                   unkind
                
                 
                   When
                   nought
                   in
                   them
                   we
                   blamable
                   can
                   find
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   groaning
                   ghosts
                   of
                   beasts
                   or
                   men
                   depart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   tender
                   mother
                   doth
                   but
                   them
                   u●…ind
                
                 
                   From
                   grosser
                   setters
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   to
                   ●…some
                   smart
                   .
                
                 
                   Bless'd
                   is
                   the
                   man
                   that
                   hath
                   true
                   knowledge
                   of
                   her
                   Art.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   And
                   more
                   for
                   to
                   confirm
                   this
                   mystery
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   vanish'd
                   in
                   my
                   presence
                   into
                   Aire
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   spread
                   her self
                   with
                   the
                   thin
                   liquid
                   sky
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   thereat
                   fell
                   not
                   into
                   despair
                
                 
                   Of
                   her
                   return
                   ,
                   nor
                   wail'd
                   her
                   visage
                   fair
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   so
                   was
                   gone
                   .
                   For
                   I
                   was
                   wo●…en
                   strong
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   belief
                   ,
                   That
                   nothing
                   can
                   empair
                
                 
                   The
                   inward
                   life
                   ,
                   or
                   its
                   hid
                   effenc●…
                   wrong
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   the
                   prevailing
                   might
                   of
                   a
                   sweet
                   learned
                   tongue
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   the
                   Suns
                   bright
                   waggon
                   gan
                   ascend
                
                 
                   The
                   Eastern
                   hill
                   ,
                   and
                   draw
                   on
                   chearfull
                   day
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   I
                   full
                   fraught
                   with
                   joy
                   do
                   homeward
                   wend
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fed
                   my self
                   with
                   that
                   that
                   Nymph
                   did
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   did
                   so
                   cunningly
                   to
                   me
                   convey
                   ,
                
                 
                   Resolving
                   for
                   to
                   teach
                   all
                   willing
                   men
                
                 
                   Lifes
                   mystery
                   ,
                   and
                   quite
                   to
                   chase
                   away
                
                 
                   Mind-mudding
                   mist
                   sprung
                   from
                   low
                   fulsome
                   fen
                   :
                
                 
                   Praise
                   my
                   good
                   will
                   ,
                   but
                   pardon
                   my
                   weak
                   faultring
                   pen.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   1.
                   
                   Cant.
                   4.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     That
                     Hyle
                     or
                     first
                     matter
                     's
                     nought
                  
                   
                     But
                     potentialitie
                     ;
                  
                   
                     That
                     God's
                     the
                     never-fading
                     root
                  
                   
                     Of
                     all
                     Vitalitie
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   VVHat
                   I
                   was
                   wisely
                   taught
                   in
                   that
                   still
                   Night
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Hyle
                   is
                   the
                   Potentialitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   Gods
                   dear
                   Creatures
                   ,
                   I
                   embrace
                   as
                   right
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   them
                   nigh
                   blame
                   of
                   deep
                   idolatrie
                
                 
                   That
                   give
                   so
                   much
                   to
                   that
                   slight
                   nullitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   should
                   make
                   it
                   root
                   substantiall
                
                 
                   Of
                   nimble
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   quick
                   entitie
                
                 
                   That
                   doth
                   so
                   strongly
                   move
                   things
                   naturall
                   ,
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   life
                   from
                   hence
                   should
                   spring
                   ,
                   that
                   hither
                   life
                   should
                   fall
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   That
                   all
                   that
                   springs
                   from
                   hence
                   should
                   be
                   resolv'd
                
                 
                   Into
                   this
                   mirksome
                   sourse
                   ,
                   
                     first
                     matter
                  
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   muddie
                   myst'rie
                   they
                   no'to
                   well
                   unfold
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   be
                   onely
                   a
                   bare
                   passive
                   might
                
                 
                   With
                   Gods
                   and
                   Natures
                   goodly
                   dowries
                   dight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bringing
                   hid
                   Noughts
                   into
                   existencie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   sleeping
                   Something
                   's
                   into
                   wide
                   day-light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   Hyle's
                   plainly
                   potentialitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   doth
                   not
                   straight
                   inferre
                   certain
                   mortalitic
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   For
                   the
                   immortall
                   Angels
                   do
                   consist
                
                 
                   Of
                   outgone
                   act
                   and
                   possibilitie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   any
                   other
                   creature
                   doth
                   exist
                   ,
                
                 
                   Releast
                   from
                   dreary
                   deaths
                   necessitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   potent●…alnesse
                   so
                   certainly
                
                 
                   Ensuen
                   must
                   .
                   If
                   substance
                   actuall
                
                 
                   They
                   will
                   avo●…ch
                   this
                   first
                   matter
                   to
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fountain
                   of
                   forms
                   ,
                   and
                   prop
                   fiduciall
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   those
                   lives
                   and
                   beings
                   cleeped
                   Naturall
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   Then
                   may
                   it
                   prove
                   the
                   sphere
                   spermaticall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   sensitive
                   (
                   if
                   they
                   would
                   yield
                   it
                   life
                   )
                
                 
                   Or
                   that
                   is
                   next
                   ,
                   the
                   orb
                   Imaginall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   rather
                   all
                   these
                   orbs
                   ;
                   withouten
                   strife
                
                 
                   So
                   mought
                   we
                   all
                   conclude
                   that
                   their
                   ●…elief
                
                 
                   And
                   first
                   existence
                   from
                   this
                   sphere
                   they
                   drew
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   our
                   adversaries
                   ,
                   loath
                   or
                   lief
                   ,
                
                 
                   Must
                   needs
                   confesse
                   that
                   all
                   the
                   lore
                   was
                   true
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   life
                   ,
                   that
                   that
                   fair
                   Nymph
                   so
                   clearly
                   shew
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   particular
                   lives
                   that
                   beyborn
                
                 
                   Into
                   this
                   world
                   ,
                   when
                   their
                   act
                   doth
                   dispear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Do
                   cease
                   to
                   be
                   no
                   more
                   then
                   the
                   snails
                   ●…orn
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   shrinks
                   in
                   because
                   she
                   cannot
                   bear
                
                 
                   The
                   wanton
                   boys
                   rude
                   touch
                   ,
                   or
                   heavy
                   chear
                
                 
                   Of
                   stormi●…
                   winds
                   .
                   The
                   secundarie
                   light
                
                 
                   As
                   su●…ely
                   shineth
                   in
                   the
                   heavens
                   clear
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   do
                   the
                   first
                   fair
                   beams
                   of
                   Phoebus
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lasting
                   they
                   are
                   as
                   they
                   ,
                   though
                   not
                   of
                   so
                   great
                   might
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   So
                   be
                   the
                   efs●…uxes
                   of
                   those
                   six
                   orders
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unfading
                   lives
                   from
                   fount
                   of
                   live●…ihood
                   :
                
                 
                   Onely
                   what
                   next
                   to
                   strifefull
                   Hyle
                   borders
                   ,
                
                 
                   Particular
                   visibles
                   deaths
                   dreary●…ood
                
                 
                   Can
                   seize
                   upon
                   .
                   They
                   passe
                   like
                   sliding
                   flood
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   when
                   to
                   this
                   worlds
                   dregs
                   lives
                   downward
                   hie
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   stroy
                   one
                   th'
                   other
                   in
                   fell
                   cankred
                   mood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Beat
                   back
                   their
                   rayes
                   by
                   strong
                   antipathie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   some
                   more
                   broad-spread
                   cause
                   do
                   choke
                   their
                   energie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   But
                   to
                   go
                   on
                   to
                   that
                   common
                   conceit
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   first
                   matter
                   :
                   What
                   can
                   substance
                   do
                   ,
                
                 
                   Poore
                   ,
                   naked
                   substance
                   ,
                   megre
                   ,
                   drie
                   ,
                   dull
                   slight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Inert
                   ,
                   unactive
                   ,
                   that
                   no
                   might
                   can
                   show
                
                 
                   Of
                   good
                   or
                   ill
                   to
                   either
                   friend
                   or
                   soe
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   livelesse
                   ,
                   all
                   formlesse
                   ?
                   She
                   doth
                   sustain
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   no
                   strength
                   that
                   task
                   to
                   undergo
                   ?
                
                 
                   Besides
                   that
                   work
                   is
                   needlesse
                   all
                   in
                   vain
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Each
                   centrall
                   form
                   its
                   rayes
                   with
                   ease
                   can
                   well
                   up-stayen
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   What
                   holds
                   the
                   earth
                   in
                   the
                   thin
                   fluid
                   aire
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   matter
                   void
                   of
                   fix'd
                   soliditie
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   like
                   kindly
                   nurse
                   her
                   forms
                   doth
                   chear
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   can
                   be
                   suck'd
                   from
                   her
                   dark
                   dugges
                   drie
                   ?
                
                 
                   Nor
                   warmth
                   ,
                   nor
                   moistnesse
                   ,
                   nor
                   fast
                   densitie
                
                 
                   Belong
                   to
                   her
                   .
                   Therefore
                   ill
                   nurse
                   I
                   ween
                
                 
                   She
                   'll
                   make
                   ,
                   that
                   neither
                   hath
                   to
                   satisfie
                
                 
                   Young-craving
                   life
                   ,
                   nor
                   firmnesse
                   to
                   susteen
                
                 
                   The
                   burden
                   that
                   upon
                   her
                   arms
                   should
                   safely
                   leen
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   an
                   uselesse
                   superfluitie
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   to
                   make
                   Hyle
                   substantiall
                   :
                
                 
                   Onely
                   let
                   's
                   term
                   't
                   the
                   possibilitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   created
                   beings
                   .
                   Lives
                   centrall
                
                 
                   Can
                   frame
                   themselves
                   a
                   right
                   compositall
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   as
                   they
                   sitten
                   soft
                   in
                   the
                   sweet
                   rayes
                
                 
                   Or
                   vitall
                   vest
                   of
                   the
                   lives
                   generall
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   those
                   that
                   out
                   of
                   the
                   earths
                   covert
                   raise
                
                 
                   Themselves
                   ,
                   fairly
                   provok'd
                   by
                   warmth
                   of
                   sunnie
                   dayes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   And
                   thus
                   all
                   accidents
                   will
                   prove
                   the
                   beams
                
                 
                   Of
                   inward
                   forms
                   ,
                   their
                   flowing
                   energie
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   quantitie
                   the
                   extension
                   of
                   such
                   streams
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   goes
                   along
                   even
                   with
                   each
                   qualitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   we
                   div'd
                   to
                   the
                   profunditie
                
                 
                   Of
                   darkest
                   matter
                   ,
                   and
                   have
                   found
                   it
                   nought
                
                 
                   But
                   all
                   this
                   worlds
                   bare
                   Possibilitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Nought
                   therefore
                   '
                   gainst
                   lifes
                   durance
                   can
                   be
                   brought
                
                 
                   From
                   Hyles
                   pit
                   ,
                   that
                   quenchen
                   may
                   that
                   pleasant
                   thought
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
               
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   2.
                   
                   Cant.
                   1.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Mans
                     soul
                     with
                     beasts
                     and
                     plants
                     I
                     here
                  
                   
                     Compare
                     ;
                     Tell
                     my
                     chief
                     end
                  
                   
                     His
                     immortality's
                     to
                     clear
                     ;
                  
                   
                     Show
                     whence
                     grosse
                     errours
                     wend.
                     
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   BUt
                   hitherto
                   I
                   have
                   with
                   fluttering
                   wings
                
                 
                   But
                   lightly
                   hover'd
                   in
                   the
                   generall
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   taught
                   the
                   lasting
                   durance
                   of
                   all
                   springs
                
                 
                   Of
                   hidden
                   life
                   .
                   That
                   life
                   hight
                   seminall
                
                 
                   Doth
                   issue
                   forth
                   from
                   its
                   deep
                   root
                   cent
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   onely
                   form
                   entire
                   ,
                   and
                   no't●…
                   advert
                
                 
                   What
                   steals
                   from
                   it
                   .
                   Beasts
                   life
                   Phantasticall
                
                 
                   Lets
                   out
                   more
                   forms
                   ,
                   and
                   eke
                   themselves
                   convert
                
                 
                   To
                   view
                   the
                   various
                   frie
                   from
                   their
                   dark
                   wombs
                   exert
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   But
                   mans
                   vast
                   soul
                   ,
                   the
                   image
                   of
                   its
                   Maker
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   God
                   that
                   made
                   it
                   ,
                   with
                   its
                   mighty
                   sway
                
                 
                   And
                   inward
                   Fiat
                   (
                   if
                   he
                   nould
                   forsake
                   he●…
                   )
                
                 
                   Can
                   turn
                   sad
                   darknesse
                   into
                   lightsome
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   whole
                   creature
                   'fore
                   it self
                   display
                   :
                
                 
                   Bid
                   them
                   come
                   forth
                   and
                   stand
                   before
                   its
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   straight
                   slush
                   out
                   and
                   her
                   drad
                   voice
                   obey
                   :
                
                 
                   Each
                   shape
                   each
                   life
                   doth
                   leapen
                   out
                   full
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   at
                   her
                   beck
                   return
                   into
                   their
                   usuall
                   Night
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Of
                   God
                   himself
                   here
                   listeth
                   to
                   appear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   not
                   perforce
                   yet
                   of
                   his
                   own
                   frank
                   will
                
                 
                   Sheds
                   his
                   sweet
                   life
                   ,
                   dispreads
                   his
                   beauty
                   clear
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   like
                   the
                   Sunne
                   this
                   lesser
                   world
                   doth
                   sill
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   like
                   the
                   Sunne
                   doth
                   the
                   foul
                   Python
                   kill
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   bright
                   darts
                   ,
                   but
                   cheareth
                   each
                   good
                   spright
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   soul
                   that
                   I
                   with
                   presser
                   quill
                
                 
                   Must
                   now
                   pursue
                   and
                   fall
                   upon
                   down-right
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   to
                   destroy
                   but
                   prove
                   it
                   of
                   immortall
                   might
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   Nor
                   let
                   blind
                   Momus
                   dare
                   my
                   Muse
                   backbite
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   wanton
                   or
                   superfluously
                   wise
                
                 
                   For
                   what
                   is
                   past
                   .
                   She
                   is
                   but
                   justly
                   quit
                
                 
                   With
                   Lucrece
                   ,
                   who
                   all
                   souls
                   doth
                   mortalize
                   :
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   she
                   did
                   them
                   all
                   immortalize
                   .
                
                 
                   Besides
                   in
                   beasts
                   and
                   men
                   th'
                   affinitie
                
                 
                   Doth
                   seem
                   so
                   great
                   ,
                   that
                   without
                   prejudice
                
                 
                   To
                   many
                   proofs
                   for
                   th'
                   immortalitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   Souls
                   ,
                   the
                   same
                   to
                   beasts
                   we
                   no'te
                   denie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   herein
                   no
                   longer
                   list
                   contend
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   two
                   first
                   kinds
                   of
                   souls
                   I
                   'll
                   quite
                   omit
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   '
                   cording
                   as
                   at
                   first
                   I
                   did
                   intend
                
                 
                   Bestirre
                   me
                   stifly
                   ,
                   force
                   my
                   feeble
                   wit
                
                 
                   To
                   rescue
                   humane
                   souls
                   from
                   deaths
                   deep
                   pit
                   ;
                
                 
                   Which
                   I
                   shall
                   do
                   with
                   reasons
                   as
                   subtile
                
                 
                   As
                   I
                   can
                   find
                   :
                   slight
                   proofs
                   cannot
                   well
                   fit
                
                 
                   In
                   so
                   great
                   cause
                   ,
                   nor
                   phansies
                   florid
                   wile
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   win
                   no
                   mans
                   assent
                   by
                   a
                   false
                   specious
                   guile
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   I
                   onely
                   wish
                   that
                   arguments
                   exile
                
                 
                   May
                   not
                   seem
                   nought
                   unto
                   the
                   duller
                   eye
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   that
                   the
                   fatter
                   phansie
                   my
                   lean
                   style
                
                 
                   Do
                   blame
                   :
                   it
                   's
                   fittest
                   for
                   philosophie
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   give
                   me
                   leave
                   from
                   any
                   energie
                
                 
                   That
                   springs
                   from
                   humane
                   soul
                   my
                   cause
                   to
                   prove
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   that
                   order
                   as
                   they
                   list
                   to
                   flie
                
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                   ,
                   so
                   let
                   them
                   freely
                   rove
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   naturally
                   doth
                   come
                   doth
                   oft
                   the
                   stronger
                   move
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   Self-motion
                   and
                   centrall
                   stabilitie
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   already
                   urg'd
                   in
                   generall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Al
                   's
                   did
                   right
                   presly
                   to
                   our
                   soul
                   applie
                
                 
                   Those
                   properties
                   ,
                   who
                   list
                   it
                   to
                   recall
                
                 
                   Unto
                   their
                   minds
                   ;
                   but
                   now
                   we
                   'll
                   let
                   it
                   fall
                
                 
                   As
                   needlesse
                   .
                   Onely
                   that
                   vitalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   doth
                   extend
                   this
                   great
                   Universall
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   move
                   th'
                   inert
                   Materialitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   great
                   and
                   little
                   worlds
                   ,
                   that
                   keep
                   in
                   memorie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   the
                   mixture
                   of
                   their
                   rayes
                   may
                   breed
                
                 
                   Th'
                   opinion
                   of
                   uncertain
                   qualitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   from
                   certain
                   roots
                   of
                   life
                   do
                   spreed
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   their
                   pure
                   beams
                   must
                   needs
                   ychanged
                   be
                
                 
                   When
                   that
                   those
                   rayes
                   or
                   not
                   be
                   setten
                   free
                
                 
                   Thinly
                   dispers'd
                   ,
                   or
                   else
                   be
                   closely
                   meint
                
                 
                   With
                   other
                   beams
                   of
                   plain
                   diversitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   causeth
                   oft
                   a
                   strong
                   impediment
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   doth
                   this
                   bodies
                   life
                   to
                   the
                   souls
                   high
                   intent
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   The
                   lower
                   man
                   is
                   nought
                   but
                   a
                   fair
                   plant
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   grosser
                   matter
                   is
                   from
                   the
                   base
                   ground
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Plastick
                   might
                   thus
                   finely
                   did
                   him
                   paint
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fill'd
                   him
                   with
                   the
                   life
                   that
                   doth
                   a●…ound
                
                 
                   In
                   all
                   the
                   places
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   around
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   spirit
                   of
                   life
                   is
                   in
                   each
                   shapen'd
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Suck'd
                   in
                   and
                   changed
                   and
                   strangely
                   confound
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   we
                   conceive
                   :
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   nourishing
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   ;
                   but
                   spermall
                   form
                   ,
                   the
                   certain
                   shapening
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   that
                   strange-form'd
                   statue
                   magicall
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   hovering
                   souls
                   unto
                   it
                   can
                   allure
                
                 
                   When
                   it
                   's
                   right
                   fitted
                   ;
                   down
                   those
                   spirits
                   fall
                
                 
                   Like
                   Eagle
                   to
                   her
                   prey
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   endure
                
                 
                   While
                   that
                   low
                   life
                   be
                   in
                   good
                   temperature
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   a
                   dead
                   bodie
                   without
                   vitall
                   spright
                
                 
                   And
                   friendly
                   temper
                   should
                   a
                   guest
                   procure
                
                 
                   Of
                   so
                   great
                   worth
                   ,
                   without
                   the
                   dear
                   delight
                
                 
                   Of
                   joyous
                   sympathie
                   ,
                   no
                   man
                   can
                   reckon
                   right
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   But
                   here
                   unlucky
                   Souls
                   do
                   waxen
                   sick
                
                 
                   Of
                   an
                   ill
                   surfeit
                   from
                   the
                   poison'd
                   bait
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   sweet
                   tree
                   ,
                   yet
                   here
                   perforce
                   they
                   stick
                
                 
                   In
                   weak
                   condition
                   ,
                   in
                   a
                   languid
                   state
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   through
                   ignorance
                   do
                   fondly
                   hate
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   releas'd
                   from
                   this
                   imprisonmen●…
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   grieve
                   the
                   walls
                   be
                   so
                   nigh
                   ruinate
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   be
                   bewitch'd
                   so
                   with
                   the
                   blandishment
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   fresh
                   strumpet
                   ,
                   when
                   in
                   love
                   they
                   first
                   were
                   ment
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   Others
                   disdain
                   this
                   so
                   near
                   unitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   farre
                   they
                   be
                   from
                   thinking
                   they
                   be
                   born
                
                 
                   Of
                   such
                   low
                   parentage
                   ,
                   so
                   base
                   degree
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   fleshes
                   foul
                   attraction
                   they
                   do
                   scorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   be
                   th'
                   outgoings
                   of
                   the
                   
                     Eastern
                     morn
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Alli'd
                   to
                   God
                   and
                   his
                   vitalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   pray
                   to
                   their
                   first
                   spring
                   ,
                   that
                   thus
                   forlorn
                
                 
                   And
                   left
                   in
                   mud
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   would
                   set
                   them
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   them
                   again
                   possesse
                   of
                   pristine
                   puritie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   But
                   seemeth
                   not
                   my
                   Muse
                   too
                   hastily
                
                 
                   To
                   soare
                   aloft
                   ,
                   that
                   better
                   by
                   degrees
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   vulgar
                   mans
                   capacitie
                
                 
                   Mought
                   show
                   the
                   souls
                   so
                   high
                   excellencies
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   softly
                   from
                   all
                   corporeities
                
                 
                   It
                   heaven
                   up
                   unto
                   its
                   proper
                   seat
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   we
                   have
                   drove
                   away
                   grosse
                   falsities
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   do
                   assault
                   the
                   weaker
                   mens
                   conceit
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   free
                   the
                   simple
                   mind
                   from
                   phansies
                   foul
                   deceit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   The
                   drooping
                   soul
                   so
                   strongly's
                   coloured
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   long
                   commerce
                   of
                   corporealls
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   from
                   her
                   own
                   self
                   awide
                   is
                   led
                   ,
                
                 
                   Knows
                   not
                   herself
                   ,
                   but
                   by
                   false
                   name
                   she
                   calls
                
                 
                   Her
                   own
                   high
                   being
                   ,
                   and
                   what
                   ere
                   befalls
                
                 
                   Her
                   grosser
                   bodie
                   ,
                   she
                   that
                   miserie
                
                 
                   Doth
                   deem
                   her
                   own
                   :
                   for
                   she
                   herself
                   miscalls
                
                 
                   Or
                   some
                   thin
                   bodie
                   ,
                   or
                   spread
                   qualitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   point
                   of
                   qualitie
                   ,
                   or
                   fixt
                   or
                   setten
                   free
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   But
                   whether
                   thin
                   spread
                   body
                   she
                   doth
                   deem
                
                 
                   Her self
                   ,
                   dispersed
                   through
                   this
                   grosser
                   frame
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   doth
                   herself
                   a
                   qualitie
                   esteem
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   queint
                   complexion
                   ,
                   streaming
                   through
                   the
                   same
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   else
                   some
                   lucid
                   point
                   herself
                   doth
                   name
                
                 
                   Of
                   such
                   a
                   qualitie
                   ,
                   in
                   chiefest
                   part
                
                 
                   Strongly
                   fix'd
                   down
                   ;
                   or
                   whether
                   she
                   doth
                   clame
                
                 
                   More
                   freedome
                   for
                   that
                   point
                   ,
                   in
                   head
                   nor
                   heart
                
                 
                   Fast
                   seated
                   ;
                   yet
                   ,
                   saith
                   she
                   ,
                   the
                   bodies
                   brat
                   thou
                   art
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   Thence
                   thou
                   arose
                   ,
                   thence
                   thou
                   canst
                   not
                   depart
                   :
                
                 
                   There
                   die
                   thou
                   must
                   ,
                   when
                   thy
                   dear
                   nurse
                   decayes
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   these
                   false
                   phansies
                   I
                   with
                   reason
                   smart
                
                 
                   Shall
                   eas'ly
                   chace
                   away
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   mind
                   raise
                
                 
                   To
                   higher
                   pitch
                   .
                   O
                   listen
                   to
                   my
                   layes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   you
                   have
                   seen
                   fas●…
                   seald
                   eternitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   souls
                   ,
                   then
                   your
                   great
                   Maker
                   praise
                
                 
                   For
                   his
                   never
                   fading
                   benignitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   feed
                   your selves
                   with
                   thought
                   of
                   immortalitie
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   2
                   :
                   Cant.
                   2.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Sense
                     no
                     good
                     judge
                     of
                     truth
                     :
                     What
                     's
                     spright
                     ,
                  
                   
                     What
                     body
                     we
                     descrie
                     :
                  
                   
                     Prove
                     from
                     the
                     souls
                     inferiour
                     might
                  
                   
                     Her
                     incorp'reitie
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   WHile
                   I
                   do
                   purpose
                   with
                   my self
                   to
                   sing
                
                 
                   The
                   souls
                   incorporeitie
                   ,
                   I
                   fear
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   a
                   worse
                   perplexitie
                   may
                   bring
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   weaker
                   mind
                   and
                   duller
                   eare
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   she
                   may
                   deem
                   herself
                   '
                   stroyd
                   quite
                   and
                   clear
                
                 
                   While
                   all
                   corporealls
                   from
                   her
                   we
                   expell
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   she
                   has
                   yet
                   not
                   mark'd
                   that
                   higher
                   sphere
                
                 
                   Where
                   her
                   own
                   essence
                   doth
                   in
                   safetie
                   dwell
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   views
                   her
                   lower
                   shade
                   ,
                   like
                   boy
                   at
                   brink
                   of
                   well
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Dotes
                   upon
                   sense
                   ,
                   and
                   its
                   base
                   energie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Busied
                   about
                   vain
                   forms
                   corporeall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Contemnes
                   as
                   nought
                   unseen
                   exilities
                   ,
                
                 
                   Objects
                   of
                   virtue
                   Intellectuall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   these
                   of
                   Substances
                   be
                   principall
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   to
                   better
                   hope
                   would
                   fainly
                   lead
                
                 
                   The
                   sunken
                   mind
                   ,
                   and
                   cunningly
                   recall
                
                 
                   Again
                   to
                   life
                   that
                   long
                   hath
                   liggen
                   dead
                   .
                
                 
                   Awake
                   ye
                   drooping
                   souls
                   !
                   shake
                   off
                   that
                   drousi
                   head
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Why
                   do
                   you
                   thus
                   confide
                   in
                   sleepy
                   sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ill
                   judge
                   of
                   her
                   own
                   objects
                   ?
                   who
                   'll
                   believe
                
                 
                   The
                   eye
                   contracting
                   Phoebus
                   Orb
                   immense
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   compasse
                   of
                   a
                   common
                   sieve
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   solid
                   reason
                   did
                   not
                   us
                   relieve
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   host
                   of
                   heaven
                   alwayes
                   would
                   idle
                   stand
                
                 
                   In
                   our
                   conceit
                   ,
                   nor
                   could
                   the
                   Sun
                   revive
                
                 
                   The
                   nether
                   world
                   ,
                   nor
                   do
                   his
                   Lords
                   command
                   .
                
                 
                   Things
                   near
                   seem
                   further
                   off
                   ;
                   farst
                   off
                   ,
                   the
                   nearst
                   at
                   hand
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   The
                   touch
                   acknowledgeth
                   no
                   gustables
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   tast
                   no
                   fragrant
                   smell
                   or
                   stinking
                   sent
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   smell
                   doth
                   not
                   once
                   dream
                   of
                   audibles
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   hearing
                   never
                   knew
                   the
                   verdant
                   peint
                
                 
                   Of
                   springs
                   gay
                   mantle
                   ,
                   nor
                   light
                   from
                   heaven
                   sent
                
                 
                   That
                   doth
                   discover
                   all
                   that
                   goodly
                   pride
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   the
                   senses
                   would
                   with
                   zeal
                   fervent
                
                 
                   Condemne
                   each
                   other
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   voyce
                   deride
                
                 
                   If
                   mutually
                   they
                   heard
                   such
                   things
                   they
                   never
                   try'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   But
                   reason
                   ,
                   that
                   above
                   the
                   sense
                   doth
                   sit
                   ,
                
                 
                   Doth
                   comprehend
                   all
                   their
                   impressions
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   tells
                   the
                   touch
                   it
                   s
                   no
                   fanatick
                   sit
                
                 
                   That
                   makes
                   the
                   sight
                   of
                   illustrations
                
                 
                   So
                   stifly
                   talk
                   upon
                   occasions
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   judgeth
                   all
                   their
                   voyces
                   to
                   be
                   true
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   their
                   straight
                   operations
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   doth
                   by
                   nimble
                   consequences
                   shew
                
                 
                   To
                   her
                   own
                   self
                   what
                   those
                   wise
                   five
                   yet
                   never
                   knew
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   They
                   never
                   knew
                   ought
                   but
                   corporealls
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   see
                   how
                   reason
                   doth
                   their
                   verdict
                   rude
                
                 
                   Confute
                   ,
                   by
                   loosening
                   materialls
                
                 
                   Into
                   their
                   principles
                   ,
                   as
                   latitude
                
                 
                   Profundity
                   of
                   bodies
                   to
                   conclude
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   term
                   of
                   latitude
                   is
                   breadthlesse
                   line
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   point
                   the
                   line
                   doth
                   manfully
                   retrude
                
                 
                   From
                   infinite
                   processe
                   ;
                   site
                   doth
                   confine
                
                 
                   This
                   point
                   ;
                   take
                   site
                   away
                   it
                   s
                   straight
                   a
                   spark
                   divine
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   And
                   thus
                   unloos'd
                   it
                   equally
                   respects
                
                 
                   The
                   bodyes
                   parts
                   ,
                   not
                   fixt
                   to
                   any
                   one
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   't
                   be
                   diffused
                   through
                   all
                   .
                   Thus
                   it
                   detects
                
                 
                   The
                   soul's
                   strange
                   nature
                   ,
                   operation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Its
                   independency
                   ,
                   loose
                   union
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   frail
                   b●…
                   .
                   So
                   is
                   this
                   unity
                
                 
                   Great
                   ,
                   but
                   without
                   that
                   grosse
                   extension
                   ,
                
                 
                   Exceeding
                   great
                   in
                   her
                   high
                   energie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Extended
                   farre
                   and
                   wide
                   from
                   her
                   non-quantity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   If
                   yet
                   you
                   understand
                   not
                   ,
                   let
                   the
                   soul
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   you
                   suppose
                   extended
                   with
                   this
                   masse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   all
                   contract
                   and
                   close
                   together
                   roll
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   centre
                   of
                   the
                   hearts
                   compasse
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   the
                   suns
                   beams
                   that
                   by
                   a
                   concave
                   glasse
                
                 
                   Be
                   strangely
                   strengthned
                   with
                   their
                   strait
                   constraint
                
                 
                   Into
                   one
                   point
                   ,
                   that
                   thence
                   they
                   stoutly
                   passe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fire
                   all
                   before
                   them
                   withouten
                   restraint
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   high
                   arch'd
                   roof
                   of
                   heaven
                   with
                   smouldry
                   smoke
                   they
                   taint
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   that
                   grosnesse
                   ,
                   which
                   we
                   call
                   the
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Quite
                   take
                   away
                   ,
                   and
                   leave
                   that
                   spark
                   alone
                
                 
                   Without
                   that
                   sensible
                   corporeall
                   part
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   body
                   :
                   so
                   when
                   that
                   is
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   nimble
                   point
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   that
                   's
                   all
                   at
                   one
                
                 
                   In
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   ,
                   doth
                   wonderfully
                   move
                   ,
                
                 
                   Indispers'd
                   ,
                   quick
                   ,
                   close
                   with
                   selfe-union
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hot
                   ,
                   sparkling
                   ,
                   active
                   ,
                   mounting
                   high
                   above
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   bignesse
                   nought
                   ,
                   in
                   virtue
                   like
                   to
                   thundring
                   Jove
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Thus
                   maugre
                   all
                   th●…
                   obmur●…urings
                   of
                   sense
                
                 
                   We
                   have
                   found
                   an
                   essence
                   incorporeall
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   shifting
                   centre
                   with
                   circumference
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   not
                   onely
                   sits
                   in
                   midst
                   of
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   is
                   also
                   in
                   a
                   manner
                   centrall
                
                 
                   In
                   her
                   outflowing
                   lines
                   .
                   For
                   the
                   extension
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   outshot
                   rayes
                   circumferentiall
                
                 
                   Be
                   not
                   gone
                   from
                   her
                   by
                   distrought
                   distension
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   point
                   is
                   at
                   each
                   point
                   of
                   all
                   that
                   spread
                   dimension
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   a
                   substance
                   truly
                   spiritall
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   reason
                   by
                   her
                   glistring
                   lamp
                   hath
                   shown
                   :
                
                 
                   No
                   such
                   the
                   sense
                   in
                   things
                   corporeall
                
                 
                   Can
                   ere
                   find
                   out
                   .
                   May
                   this
                   perswasion
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   sunken
                   souls
                   ,
                   slaves
                   of
                   sensation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rear
                   up
                   your
                   heads
                   and
                   chase
                   away
                   all
                   fear
                
                 
                   How
                   (
                   when
                   by
                   strong
                   argumentation
                
                 
                   I
                   shall
                   you
                   strip
                   of
                   what
                   so
                   doth
                   appear
                
                 
                   Corporeall
                   )
                   that
                   you
                   to
                   nought
                   should
                   vanish
                   clear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   The
                   naked
                   essence
                   of
                   the
                   body
                   's
                   this
                
                 
                   Matter
                   extent
                   in
                   three
                   dimensions
                
                 
                   (
                   Hardnesse
                   or
                   softnesse
                   be
                   but
                   qualities
                   )
                
                 
                   Withouten
                   
                     self
                     reduplications
                  
                
                 
                   Or
                   
                     outspread
                     circling
                     propagations
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Of
                     its
                     own
                     presence
                  
                   .
                   This
                   being's
                   corporall
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   what
                   with
                   this
                   in
                   such
                   extension
                
                 
                   Singly's
                   stretch'd
                   out
                   ,
                   is
                   form
                   materiall
                   .
                
                 
                   Whether
                   our
                   soul
                   be
                   such
                   we
                   'll
                   now
                   bring
                   unto
                   triall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   If
                   souls
                   be
                   bodies
                   ,
                   or
                   inanimate
                
                 
                   They
                   be
                   ,
                   or
                   else
                   endowed
                   with
                   life
                   .
                   If
                   they
                
                 
                   Be
                   livelesse
                   ,
                   give
                   they
                   life
                   ?
                   if
                   animate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   tell
                   me
                   what
                   doth
                   life
                   to
                   them
                   convey
                   ?
                
                 
                   Some
                   other
                   body
                   ?
                   Here
                   can
                   be
                   no
                   stay
                   .
                
                 
                   Straight
                   we
                   must
                   ask
                   whether
                   that
                   livelesse
                   be
                
                 
                   Or
                   living
                   .
                   Then
                   ,
                   what
                   '
                   lives
                   it
                   .
                   Thus
                   we
                   'll
                   play
                
                 
                   Till
                   we
                   have
                   fore'd
                   you
                   to
                   infinity
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   make
                   your
                   cheeks
                   wax
                   red
                   at
                   your
                   Philosophy
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   pray
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   is
                   this
                   body
                   grosse
                
                 
                   Or
                   fluid
                   ,
                   and
                   thin
                   you
                   deem
                   the
                   soul
                   to
                   be
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   grosse
                   ,
                   then
                   either
                   strongly
                   it
                   is
                   cross'd
                
                 
                   From
                   entring
                   some
                   parts
                   of
                   th'
                   outward
                   body
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   they
                   want
                   their
                   due
                   vitality
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   it
                   penetrate
                   this
                   bulk
                   throughout
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   breaks
                   and
                   tears
                   and
                   puts
                   to
                   penalty
                
                 
                   This
                   sory
                   carcas
                   If
                   't
                   thin
                   and
                   fluid
                   be
                   thought
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   pulls
                   it
                   up
                   those
                   limbs
                   and
                   again
                   jerks
                   them
                   out
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   Besides
                   ,
                   if
                   stretchen
                   corporeity
                
                 
                   Longs
                   to
                   the
                   soul
                   ,
                   then
                   Augmentation
                
                 
                   Must
                   likewise
                   thereto
                   appertain
                   .
                   But
                   see
                
                 
                   Th'
                   absurdities
                   that
                   this
                   opinion
                
                 
                   Will
                   drag
                   on
                   with
                   it
                   :
                   for
                   effluxion
                
                 
                   Of
                   parts
                   will
                   spoil
                   the
                   steddy
                   memory
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wash
                   away
                   all
                   intellection
                   ,
                
                 
                   Deface
                   the
                   beauty
                   of
                   that
                   imagery
                
                 
                   That
                   once
                   was
                   fairly
                   graven
                   in
                   her
                   phantasie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   But
                   oft
                   when
                   the
                   weak
                   bodie
                   's
                   worn
                   and
                   wasted
                
                 
                   And
                   far
                   shrunk
                   in
                   ,
                   the
                   nimble
                   phantasie
                
                 
                   (
                   So
                   far
                   shee
                   's
                   from
                   being
                   withered
                   &
                   blasted
                   )
                
                 
                   More
                   largely
                   worketh
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   gli●…terandly
                
                 
                   Displayes
                   her
                   spreaden
                   forms
                   ,
                   and
                   chearfully
                
                 
                   Pursues
                   her
                   sports
                   .
                   Again
                   ,
                   the
                   greater
                   corse
                
                 
                   Would
                   most
                   be
                   fill'd
                   with
                   magnanimity
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   oft
                   we
                   see
                   the
                   lesse
                   hath
                   greater
                   force
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   fight
                   ,
                   or
                   talk
                   ;
                   the
                   greater
                   oft
                   we
                   se●…
                   the
                   worse
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   All
                   which
                   if
                   weighed
                   well
                   ,
                   must
                   ill
                   agree
                
                 
                   With
                   bodyes
                   natures
                   ,
                   which
                   merely
                   consist
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   dull
                   ,
                   silent
                   ,
                   stupid
                   quantity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Stretching
                   forth
                   mirksome
                   matter
                   ,
                   in
                   what
                   list
                
                 
                   Or
                   precincts
                   no
                   man
                   knows
                   .
                   No
                   Natura
                   list
                
                 
                   Can
                   it
                   define
                   ,
                   unlesse
                   they
                   adde
                   a
                   form
                
                 
                   That
                   easly
                   curbs
                   the
                   thing
                   that
                   no'●…e
                   resist
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   after
                   its
                   own
                   will
                   can
                   it
                   inform
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   still
                   and
                   stupid
                   stands
                   and
                   thinks
                   nor
                   good
                   nor
                   harm
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   The
                   man
                   is
                   mad
                   ,
                   that
                   will
                   at
                   all
                   agree
                
                 
                   That
                   this
                   is
                   soul
                   :
                   Or
                   if
                   forme
                   bodily
                
                 
                   Non-replicate
                   ,
                   extent
                   ,
                   not
                   setten
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   straight
                   stretch'd
                   out
                   in
                   corporeity
                
                 
                   (
                   Betwixt
                   these
                   two
                   there
                   's
                   that
                   affinity
                   )
                
                 
                   As
                   little
                   wit
                   that
                   man
                   will
                   seem
                   to
                   have
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   I
                   shall
                   plainly
                   prove
                   by
                   th'
                   energic
                
                 
                   Of
                   sense
                   ,
                   though
                   that
                   same
                   force
                   seem
                   not
                   so
                   brave
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   for
                   the
                   present
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   climbe
                   to
                   higher
                   stave
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   If
                   souls
                   be
                   substances
                   corporeall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   they
                   as
                   big
                   just
                   as
                   the
                   body
                   is
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   shoot
                   they
                   out
                   to
                   th'
                   height
                   Aethereall
                   ?
                
                 
                   (
                   Of
                   such
                   extent
                   are
                   the
                   sights
                   energies
                   )
                
                 
                   If
                   they
                   shoot
                   out
                   ,
                   be
                   they
                   equally
                   transmisse
                
                 
                   Around
                   this
                   body
                   ?
                   or
                   onely
                   upward
                   start
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   round
                   the
                   body
                   ,
                   Nature
                   did
                   amis
                
                 
                   To
                   lose
                   her
                   paines
                   in
                   half
                   of
                   the
                   soules
                   part
                   ,
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   part
                   can
                   finden
                   nought
                   that
                   through
                   the
                   earth
                   doth
                   dart
                
              
               
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   Or
                   will
                   you
                   say
                   she
                   is
                   an
                   hemisphere
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   ridiculous
                   experiment
                
                 
                   Will
                   soon
                   confute
                   it
                   :
                   list
                   you
                   but
                   to
                   rear
                
                 
                   Your
                   agill
                   heels
                   towards
                   the
                   firmament
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stand
                   upon
                   your
                   head
                   ;
                   that
                   part
                   is
                   bent
                
                 
                   Down
                   through
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   that
                   earst
                   did
                   threat
                   the
                   skie
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   your
                   soul
                   now
                   upward
                   is
                   extent
                
                 
                   No
                   higher
                   then
                   your
                   heels
                   ,
                   yet
                   with
                   your
                   eye
                
                 
                   The
                   heavens
                   great
                   vastnesse
                   as
                   before
                   you
                   now
                   discry
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   You
                   'll
                   say
                   ,
                   this
                   souls
                   thin
                   spread
                   exility
                
                 
                   Turns
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   .
                   How
                   doth
                   it
                   then
                   depend
                
                 
                   Upon
                   this
                   body
                   ?
                   It
                   has
                   no
                   unity
                
                 
                   Therewith
                   ,
                   but
                   onely
                   doth
                   of
                   cur'sy
                   lend
                
                 
                   It
                   life
                   ,
                   as
                   doth
                   the
                   worlds
                   great
                   lamp
                   down
                   send
                
                 
                   Both
                   light
                   and
                   warmth
                   unto
                   each
                   living
                   wight
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   they
                   chance
                   to
                   fail
                   and
                   make
                   an
                   end
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   nought
                   to
                   him
                   ,
                   he
                   shineth
                   yet
                   as
                   bright
                
                 
                   As
                   ere
                   he
                   did
                   .
                   This
                   showes
                   the
                   soul
                   immortall
                   quite
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   the
                   soul
                   be
                   justly
                   coextent
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   straight
                   body
                   ,
                   nought
                   can
                   bigger
                   be●…
                
                 
                   Then
                   is
                   our
                   body
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   doth
                   present
                   ;
                
                 
                   '
                   Cording
                   to
                   laws
                   of
                   Corporeity
                
                 
                   So
                   must
                   she
                   represent
                   each
                   realty
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   tallest
                   Gyants
                   would
                   be
                   oft
                   defyed
                
                 
                   By
                   groveling
                   Pygmees
                   :
                   for
                   they
                   could
                   not
                   see
                
                 
                   The
                   difference
                   ,
                   nor
                   mete
                   his
                   manly
                   stride
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   ween
                   what
                   matchlesse
                   strength
                   did
                   in
                   his
                   armes
                   reside
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   For
                   they
                   must
                   judge
                   him
                   just
                   as
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   same
                   stature
                   ,
                   of
                   the
                   self-same
                   might
                   ;
                
                 
                   All
                   men
                   would
                   seem
                   to
                   them
                   their
                   fellow
                   Elves
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   little
                   curs
                   would
                   tremble
                   at
                   the
                   sight
                
                 
                   Of
                   greater
                   dogs
                   ;
                   nor
                   hawks
                   would
                   put
                   to
                   slight
                
                 
                   The
                   lesser
                   birds
                   .
                   Th'
                   impression
                   of
                   a
                   seal
                
                 
                   Can
                   be
                   no
                   larger
                   then
                   the
                   wax
                   ;
                   or
                   right
                
                 
                   As
                   big
                   ,
                   or
                   lesse
                   it
                   is
                   .
                   Therefore
                   repeal
                
                 
                   This
                   grosse
                   conceit
                   ,
                   and
                   hold
                   as
                   reason
                   doth
                   reveal
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   if
                   souls
                   corporeall
                   you
                   ween
                   ;
                
                 
                   Do
                   the
                   light
                   images
                   of
                   things
                   appear
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   surface
                   ,
                   slick
                   ,
                   bright
                   ,
                   smooth
                   and
                   sheen
                
                 
                   As
                   in
                   a
                   lookingglasse
                   ?
                   Or
                   whether
                   dare
                
                 
                   They
                   passe
                   the
                   outside
                   and
                   venture
                   so
                   farre
                
                 
                   As
                   into
                   the
                   depth
                   of
                   the
                   souls
                   substance
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   this
                   ;
                   then
                   they
                   together
                   blended
                   are
                
                 
                   That
                   nought
                   we
                   see
                   with
                   right
                   discriminance
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   that
                   ;
                   the
                   object
                   gone
                   ,
                   away
                   those
                   forms
                   do
                   glance
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   Thus
                   should
                   we
                   be
                   devoid
                   of
                   memory
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   be
                   all
                   darknesse
                   ,
                   till
                   the
                   good
                   presence
                
                 
                   Of
                   outward
                   objects
                   put
                   in
                   energie
                
                 
                   Our
                   sleeping
                   soul.
                   But
                   this
                   experience
                
                 
                   Plainly
                   confutes
                   For
                   even
                   in
                   their
                   absence
                
                 
                   We
                   do
                   retain
                   their
                   true
                   similitude
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   lovers
                   wont
                   to
                   maken
                   dalliance
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   fair
                   shade
                   their
                   minds
                   do
                   still
                   include
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   wistly
                   view
                   the
                   grace
                   wherewith
                   she
                   is
                   endude
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   new
                   reasons
                   I
                   will
                   set
                   on
                   foot
                   ,
                
                 
                   Drawn
                   from
                   the
                   common
                   sense
                   ,
                   that
                   's
                   not
                   extense
                
                 
                   But
                   like
                   a
                   centre
                   that
                   around
                   doth
                   shoot
                
                 
                   Its
                   rayes
                   ;
                   those
                   rayes
                   should
                   be
                   the
                   outward
                   sense
                
                 
                   As
                   some
                   resemble
                   them
                   .
                   But
                   by
                   no
                   pretence
                
                 
                   Would
                   I
                   the
                   outward
                   senses
                   should
                   be
                   thought
                
                 
                   To
                   act
                   so
                   in
                   a
                   spread
                   circumference
                
                 
                   That
                   the
                   seat
                   of
                   their
                   forms
                   should
                   be
                   distrought
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   that
                   by
                   reach
                   of
                   quantities
                   dead
                   arms
                   they
                   wrought
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   For
                   see
                   how
                   little
                   share
                   hath
                   quantitie
                
                 
                   In
                   act
                   of
                   seeing
                   ,
                   when
                   we
                   comprehend
                
                 
                   The
                   heavens
                   vast
                   compasse
                   in
                   our
                   straitend
                   eye
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   may
                   the
                   ox
                   with
                   the
                   Eagle
                   contend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   a
                   larger
                   circle
                   doth
                   extend
                
                 
                   His
                   slower
                   lights
                   .
                   So
                   that
                   if
                   outward
                   sense
                
                 
                   In
                   its
                   low
                   acts
                   doth
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   depend
                
                 
                   On
                   quantity
                   ,
                   how
                   shall
                   the
                   common-sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   farre
                   more
                   spiritall
                   ,
                   have
                   thence
                   l●…s
                   dependence
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   But
                   still
                   more
                   presly
                   this
                   point
                   to
                   pursue
                   ;
                
                 
                   By
                   th'
                   smelling
                   ,
                   odours
                   ;
                   voyces
                   by
                   the
                   eare
                   ;
                
                 
                   By
                   th'
                   eye
                   we
                   apprehend
                   the
                   coloured
                   hew
                
                 
                   Of
                   bodies
                   visible
                   .
                   But
                   what
                   shall
                   steer
                
                 
                   The
                   erring
                   senses
                   ?
                   where
                   shall
                   they
                   compear
                
                 
                   In
                   controversie
                   ?
                   what
                   the
                   difference
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   their
                   objects
                   can
                   with
                   judgement
                   clear
                
                 
                   Distinguish
                   and
                   discern
                   ?
                   One
                   common-sense
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   one
                   alone
                   must
                   have
                   this
                   great
                   preeminence
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   this
                   one
                   must
                   know
                   ,
                   though
                   still
                   but
                   one
                   ;
                
                 
                   Else't
                   could
                   not
                   judge
                   of
                   all
                   .
                   But
                   make
                   it
                   two
                   ;
                
                 
                   Then
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   doth
                   the
                   soul
                   by
                   this
                   alone
                
                 
                   Apprend
                   this
                   object
                   that
                   the
                   sense
                   doth
                   show
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   by
                   that
                   ;
                   or
                   doth
                   it
                   by
                   both
                   know
                
                 
                   Both
                   objects
                   ?
                   suppose
                   this
                   colour
                   and
                   that
                   sound
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   both
                   knew
                   both
                   ,
                   then
                   nature
                   did
                   bestow
                
                 
                   In
                   vain
                   one
                   faculty
                   ,
                   it
                   doth
                   redound
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   this
                   that
                   ,
                   that
                   this
                   ,
                   what
                   shall
                   them
                   both
                   compound
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   And
                   by
                   comparison
                   judge
                   of
                   them
                   both
                   ?
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   that
                   judge
                   is
                   one
                   .
                   But
                   whether
                   one
                
                 
                   Without
                   division
                   ,
                   le●…s
                   now
                   try
                   that
                   troth
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   be
                   any
                   wise
                   extent
                   ,
                   you
                   're
                   gone
                
                 
                   By
                   the
                   same
                   reason
                   that
                   afore
                   was
                   shown
                   .
                
                 
                   Suppose't
                   a
                   line
                   the
                   least
                   of
                   quantity
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   sound
                   is
                   here
                   ,
                   there
                   colour
                   ,
                   or
                   each
                   one
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   lines
                   parts
                   receive
                   them
                   both
                   .
                   If
                   we
                
                 
                   Grant
                   that
                   ,
                   again
                   we
                   find
                   a
                   superfluity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   If
                   this
                   part
                   this
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   part
                   that
                   receive
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   are
                   at
                   the
                   same
                   losse
                   we
                   were
                   afore
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   one
                   to
                   judge
                   them
                   both
                   ,
                   or
                   we
                   bereave
                
                 
                   Our
                   souls
                   of
                   judgement
                   .
                   For
                   who
                   can
                   judge
                   more
                
                 
                   Than
                   what
                   he
                   knowes
                   ?
                   It
                   is
                   above
                   his
                   power
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   it
                   's
                   plain
                   the
                   common
                   sense
                   is
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   individed
                   faculty
                   .
                   But
                   store
                
                 
                   Of
                   parts
                   would
                   breed
                   infinite
                   confusion
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   every
                   part
                   mought
                   claim
                   proper
                   sensation
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   If
                   not
                   ,
                   nor
                   all
                   could
                   exercise
                   the
                   Act
                
                 
                   Of
                   any
                   sense
                   .
                   For
                   could
                   a
                   power
                   of
                   sense
                
                 
                   Arise
                   from
                   stupid
                   parts
                   that
                   plainly
                   lack'd
                
                 
                   That
                   might
                   themselves
                   .
                   Thus
                   with
                   great
                   confidence
                
                 
                   We
                   may
                   conclude
                   that
                   th'
                   humane
                   souls
                   essence
                
                 
                   Is
                   indivisible
                   ,
                   yet
                   every
                   where
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   her
                   body
                   .
                   Cause
                   th'
                   intelligence
                
                 
                   She
                   hath
                   of
                   whatsoever
                   happens
                   here
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   aking
                   foot
                   the
                   eye
                   doth
                   view
                   ,
                   the
                   hand
                   doth
                   cheere
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   What
                   tells
                   the
                   hand
                   or
                   head
                   the
                   toes
                   great
                   grief
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   it
                   alone
                   is
                   pinch'd
                   with
                   galling
                   shooes
                   ?
                
                 
                   Do
                   other
                   parts
                   not
                   hurt
                   call
                   for
                   relief
                
                 
                   For
                   theirown
                   fellow
                   ?
                   Ill
                   messenger
                   of
                   woes
                
                 
                   That
                   grieveth
                   not
                   himself
                   .
                   Can
                   they
                   disclose
                
                 
                   That
                   misery
                   without
                   impression
                
                 
                   Upon
                   themselves
                   ?
                   Therefore
                   one
                   spirit
                   goes
                
                 
                   Through
                   all
                   this
                   bulk
                   ,
                   not
                   by
                   extension
                
                 
                   But
                   by
                   a
                   totall
                   self-reduplication
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   Which
                   neither
                   body
                   ,
                   nor
                   dispersed
                   form
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   point
                   of
                   form
                   dispersed
                   e'r
                   could
                   do
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   bodies
                   life
                   or
                   spright
                   for
                   to
                   transform
                
                 
                   Into
                   our
                   soul
                   ,
                   though
                   that
                   might
                   this
                   undo
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   so
                   rash
                   conceit
                   to
                   yield
                   unto
                
                 
                   Cannot
                   be
                   safe
                   :
                   for
                   if
                   it
                   propagate
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   self
                   and
                   'ts
                   passions
                   ,
                   yet
                   they
                   free
                   may
                   go
                
                 
                   Unmark'd
                   ,
                   if
                   sense
                   would
                   not
                   them
                   contemplate
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   doth
                   the
                   mundane
                   spright
                   not
                   heeded
                   circulate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   Besides
                   ,
                   if
                   from
                   that
                   spirit
                   naturall
                
                 
                   The
                   nurse
                   of
                   plants
                   ,
                   you
                   should
                   dare
                   to
                   assert
                
                 
                   That
                   lively
                   inward
                   Animadversall
                
                 
                   To
                   springen
                   out
                   ,
                   it
                   would
                   surely
                   invert
                
                 
                   The
                   order
                   of
                   the
                   orbs
                   from
                   whence
                   do
                   stert
                
                 
                   All
                   severall
                   beings
                   and
                   of
                   them
                   depend
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   the
                   orb
                   Phantastick
                   must
                   exert
                
                 
                   All
                   life
                   
                     phantasticall
                     ;
                     sensitive
                  
                   send
                
                 
                   The
                   life
                   of
                   sense
                   ;
                   so
                   of
                   the
                   rest
                   unto
                   each
                   end
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   36
                
                 
                   There
                   's
                   nought
                   from
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   can
                   senden
                   forth
                
                 
                   Ought
                   better
                   then
                   it self
                   .
                   So
                   nought
                   gives
                   sense
                
                 
                   That
                   hath
                   not
                   sense
                   it self
                   ,
                   nor
                   greater
                   worth
                
                 
                   Then
                   sense
                   ,
                   nor
                   sense
                   ,
                   nor
                   better
                   springs
                   from
                   thence
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   that
                   which
                   higher
                   is
                   can
                   have
                   essence
                
                 
                   Lesse
                   active
                   ,
                   lesse
                   reduplicate
                   ,
                   lesse
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lesse
                   spiritall
                   ,
                   then
                   that
                   's
                   amov'd
                   from
                   hence
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   is
                   an
                   orb
                   of
                   a
                   more
                   low
                   degree
                   .
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   that
                   centrall
                   life
                   hath
                   more
                   activitie
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   37
                
                 
                   And
                   present
                   is
                   in
                   each
                   part
                   totally
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   her
                   body
                   .
                   Nor
                   we
                   ought
                   diffide
                   ,
                
                 
                   Although
                   some
                   creatures
                   have
                   vitalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stirre
                   and
                   move
                   when
                   we
                   have
                   them
                   divide
                
                 
                   And
                   cut
                   in
                   twain
                   .
                   Thus
                   worms
                   in
                   sturdie
                   pride
                
                 
                   Do
                   wrigge
                   and
                   wrest
                   their
                   parts
                   divorc'd
                   by
                   knife
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   must
                   know
                   that
                   Natures
                   womb
                   doth
                   hide
                
                 
                   Innumerable
                   treasures
                   of
                   all
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   to
                   breaken
                   out
                   upon
                   each
                   hint
                   they
                   strive
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   38
                
                 
                   So
                   when
                   the
                   present
                   actuall
                   centrall
                   life
                
                 
                   Of
                   sense
                   and
                   motion
                   is
                   gone
                   with
                   one
                   part
                
                 
                   To
                   manage
                   it
                   ,
                   straight
                   for
                   the
                   due
                   relief
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   other
                   particle
                   there
                   up
                   doth
                   start
                
                 
                   Another
                   centrall
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   tries
                   its
                   art
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   cannot
                   raigne
                   long
                   ,
                   nor
                   yet
                   recure
                
                 
                   That
                   deadly
                   wound
                   .
                   The
                   plantall
                   lifes
                   depare
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   flitten
                   or
                   shrunk
                   spright
                   ,
                   that
                   did
                   procure
                
                 
                   Her
                   company
                   ,
                   being
                   lost
                   ,
                   make
                   her
                   she
                   'll
                   not
                   endure
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   39
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   at
                   last
                   is
                   gone
                   ,
                   from
                   whence
                   she
                   came
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   soon
                   did
                   fade
                   that
                   sweet
                   allurement
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   plantall
                   life
                   ,
                   which
                   for
                   a
                   while
                   d●…d
                   flame
                
                 
                   With
                   sympathetick
                   fire
                   ,
                   but
                   that
                   being
                   spent
                
                 
                   Straight
                   she
                   is
                   flowne
                   .
                   Or
                   may
                   you
                   this
                   content
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   some
                   impression
                   of
                   that
                   very
                   soul
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   gone
                   ,
                   if
                   gone
                   ,
                   with
                   plantall
                   spirit
                   meint
                
                 
                   The
                   broken
                   corse
                   thus
                   busily
                   may
                   roll
                   .
                
                 
                   Long
                   't
                   is
                   till
                   water
                   boild
                   doth
                   stranger
                   heat
                   controul
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   40
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   we
                   prov'd
                   '
                   cording
                   to
                   our
                   insight
                
                 
                   That
                   humane
                   souls
                   be
                   not
                   corporcall
                
                 
                   (
                   With
                   reasons
                   drawn
                   from
                   the
                   sensitive
                   might
                   )
                
                 
                   Nor
                   bodies
                   ,
                   nor
                   spread
                   forms
                   materiall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whether
                   you
                   substances
                   list
                   them
                   to
                   call
                
                 
                   Or
                   qualities
                   ,
                   or
                   point
                   of
                   these
                   .
                   I
                   'll
                   bring
                
                 
                   Hereafter
                   proofs
                   from
                   power
                   rational
                
                 
                   In
                   humane
                   souls
                   ,
                   to
                   prove
                   the
                   self
                   same-thing
                   .
                
                 
                   Mount
                   up
                   aloft
                   ,
                   my
                   Muse
                   ,
                   and
                   now
                   more
                   shrilly
                   sing
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   2
                   :
                   Cant.
                   3.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     souls
                     incorporeitie
                  
                   
                     From
                     powers
                     rationall
                  
                   
                     We
                     prove
                     ;
                     Discern
                     true
                     pietie
                  
                   
                     From
                     bitternesse
                     and
                     gall
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   LIke
                   Carpenter
                   entred
                   into
                   a
                   wood
                
                 
                   To
                   cut
                   down
                   timber
                   for
                   some
                   edifice
                
                 
                   Of
                   stately
                   structure
                   ,
                   whiles
                   he
                   casts
                   abroad
                
                 
                   His
                   curious
                   eye
                   ,
                   he
                   much
                   perplexed
                   ●…s
                
                 
                   (
                   There
                   stand
                   in
                   view
                   so
                   many
                   goodly
                   trees
                   )
                
                 
                   Where
                   to
                   make
                   choice
                   to
                   enter
                   his
                   rugg'd
                   saw
                   :
                
                 
                   My
                   Muse
                   is
                   plung'd
                   in
                   like
                   perplexities
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   many
                   arguments
                   themselves
                   do
                   show
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   where
                   to
                   pitch
                   my
                   wavering
                   raind
                   doth
                   yet
                   scarce
                   know
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   One
                   taller
                   then
                   the
                   rest
                   my
                   circling
                   eye
                
                 
                   Hath
                   hit
                   upon
                   ,
                   which
                   if
                   't
                   be
                   sound
                   at
                   heart
                
                 
                   Will
                   prove
                   a
                   goodly
                   piece
                   to
                   raise
                   on
                   high
                
                 
                   The
                   heavenly
                   structure
                   of
                   that
                   deemed
                   part
                
                 
                   Of
                   man
                   ,
                   his
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   by
                   unerring
                   art
                
                 
                   Set
                   his
                   foundation
                   'bove
                   the
                   bodies
                   frame
                
                 
                   On
                   its
                   own
                   wheels
                   ,
                   that
                   it
                   may
                   thence
                   depart
                
                 
                   Intire
                   ,
                   unhurt
                   .
                   So
                   doth
                   the
                   Scythian
                   swain
                
                 
                   Drive
                   his
                   light
                   moving
                   house
                   on
                   the
                   waste
                   verdant
                   plain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   sing
                   of
                   pietie
                   ,
                   that
                   now
                   I
                   mean
                
                 
                   That
                   Trismegist
                   thus
                   wisely
                   doth
                   define
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Knowledge
                     of
                     God.
                  
                   That
                   's
                   pietie
                   I
                   ween
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   highest
                   of
                   virtues
                   ,
                   a
                   bright
                   beam
                   divine
                
                 
                   Which
                   to
                   the
                   purer
                   soul
                   doth
                   sweetly
                   shine
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   what
                   's
                   this
                   beam
                   ?
                   and
                   how
                   doth
                   it
                   enlight
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   doth
                   it
                   teach
                   ?
                   It
                   teacheth
                   to
                   decline
                
                 
                   Self-love
                   ,
                   and
                   frampard
                   wayes
                   the
                   hypocrite
                
                 
                   Doth
                   trample
                   in
                   ,
                   accloy'd
                   with
                   dirt
                   and
                   dismall
                   night
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   Not
                   rage
                   ,
                   nor
                   mischief
                   ,
                   nor
                   love
                   of
                   a
                   sect
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   eating
                   irefulnesse
                   ,
                   harsh
                   crueltie
                
                 
                   Contracting
                   Gods
                   good
                   will
                   ,
                   nor
                   conscience
                   checkt
                
                 
                   Or
                   chok'd
                   continually
                   with
                   impietie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fauster'd
                   and
                   fed
                   with
                   hid
                   hypocrisie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   tyranny
                   against
                   perplexed
                   minds
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   forc'd
                   conceit
                   ,
                   nor
                   man-idolatrie
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   which
                   the
                   eye
                   of
                   searching
                   reason
                   blinds
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   souls
                   heavenly
                   flame
                   in
                   dungeon
                   darknesse
                   binds
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   Can
                   warres
                   and
                   jarres
                   and
                   fierce
                   contention
                   ,
                
                 
                   Swoln
                   hatred
                   ,
                   and
                   consuming
                   envy
                   spring
                
                 
                   From
                   pietie
                   ?
                   No.
                   'T
                   is
                   opinion
                
                 
                   That
                   makes
                   the
                   riven
                   heavens
                   with
                   trumpets
                   ring
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   thundring
                   engine
                   murd'rous
                   balls
                   out-sling
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   send
                   mens
                   groning
                   ghosts
                   to
                   lower
                   shade
                
                 
                   Of
                   horrid
                   hell
                   .
                   This
                   the
                   wide
                   world
                   doth
                   bring
                
                 
                   To
                   devastation
                   ,
                   makes
                   mankind
                   to
                   fade
                   :
                
                 
                   Such
                   direfull
                   things
                   doth
                   false
                   religion
                   perswade
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   But
                   true
                   religion
                   sprong
                   from
                   God
                   above
                
                 
                   Is
                   like
                   its
                   fountain
                   full
                   of
                   charity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Embracing
                   all
                   things
                   with
                   a
                   tender
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   Full
                   of
                   good
                   will
                   and
                   meek
                   expectancy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Full
                   of
                   true
                   justice
                   and
                   sure
                   verity
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   heart
                   and
                   voice
                   ;
                   free
                   ,
                   large
                   ,
                   even
                   in
                   finite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   wedg'd
                   in
                   straight
                   particularity
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   grasping
                   all
                   in
                   its
                   vast
                   ,
                   active
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bright
                   lamp
                   of
                   God!
                   that
                   men
                   would
                   joy
                   in
                   thy
                   pure
                   light
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   Can
                   souls
                   that
                   be
                   thus
                   universalis'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Begot
                   into
                   the
                   life
                   of
                   God
                   e're
                   die
                   ?
                
                 
                   (
                   His
                   light
                   is
                   like
                   the
                   sunne
                   that
                   doth
                   arise
                
                 
                   Upon
                   the
                   just
                   and
                   unjust
                   )
                   can
                   they
                   sly
                
                 
                   Into
                   a
                   nothing
                   ?
                   and
                   hath
                   God
                   an
                   eye
                
                 
                   To
                   see
                   himself
                   thus
                   wasted
                   and
                   decay
                
                 
                   In
                   his
                   true
                   members
                   ?
                   can
                   mortality
                
                 
                   Seize
                   upon
                   that
                   that
                   doth
                   it self
                   display
                
                 
                   Above
                   the
                   laws
                   of
                   matter
                   ,
                   or
                   the
                   bodies
                   sway
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   For
                   both
                   the
                   bodie
                   and
                   the
                   bodies
                   spright
                
                 
                   Doth
                   things
                   unto
                   particulars
                   confine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Teaching
                   them
                   partiall
                   friendship
                   and
                   fell
                   spight
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   those
                   pure
                   souls
                   full
                   of
                   the
                   life
                   divine
                
                 
                   Look
                   upon
                   all
                   things
                   with
                   mild
                   friendly
                   cyne
                
                 
                   Ready
                   to
                   do
                   them
                   good
                   .
                   Thus
                   is
                   their
                   will
                
                 
                   Sweetly
                   spread
                   out
                   ,
                   and
                   ever
                   doth
                   incline
                
                 
                   The
                   bent
                   of
                   the
                   first
                   Goodnesse
                   to
                   fulfill
                   .
                
                 
                   Ay
                   me
                   !
                   that
                   dreary
                   death
                   such
                   lovely
                   life
                   should
                   spill
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Besides
                   this
                   largenesse
                   in
                   the
                   will
                   of
                   man
                
                 
                   And
                   winged
                   freenesse
                   ,
                   now
                   let
                   's
                   think
                   upon
                
                 
                   His
                   understanding
                   ,
                   and
                   how
                   it
                   doth
                   scan
                
                 
                   Gods
                   being
                   ,
                   unto
                   whom
                   religion
                
                 
                   Is
                   consecrate
                   .
                   Imagination
                
                 
                   That
                   takes
                   its
                   rise
                   from
                   sense
                   so
                   high
                   ascent
                
                 
                   Can
                   never
                   reach
                   ,
                   yet
                   intellection
                
                 
                   Or
                   higher
                   gets
                   ,
                   or
                   at
                   least
                   hath
                   some
                   sent
                
                 
                   Of
                   God
                   ,
                   vaticinates
                   ,
                   or
                   is
                   parturi●…nt
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   For
                   ask
                   it
                   whether
                   God
                   be
                   this
                   or
                   that
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   body
                   infinite
                   ,
                   or
                   some
                   mighty
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   not
                   almighty
                   ,
                   it
                   condemnes
                   such
                   chat
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whether
                   all
                   present
                   ,
                   or
                   in
                   some
                   place
                   pight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whether
                   part
                   here
                   part
                   there
                   ,
                   or
                   every
                   whit
                
                 
                   In
                   every
                   point
                   ,
                   it
                   likes
                   that
                   latter
                   well
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   its
                   plain
                   that
                   some
                   kind
                   of
                   insight
                
                 
                   Of
                   Gods
                   own
                   being
                   in
                   the
                   soul
                   doth
                   dwell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   what
                   God
                   is
                   we
                   cannot
                   yet
                   so
                   plainly
                   tell
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   As
                   when
                   a
                   name
                   lodg'd
                   in
                   the
                   memory
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   through
                   time
                   almost
                   obliterate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Confusely
                   hovers
                   near
                   the
                   phantasie
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   man
                   that
                   's
                   thus
                   affected
                   bids
                   relate
                
                 
                   A
                   catologue
                   of
                   names
                   .
                   It
                   is
                   not
                   that
                   ,
                
                 
                   Saith
                   he
                   ,
                   nor
                   that
                   ;
                   that
                   's
                   something
                   like
                   to
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   nothing
                   like
                   ,
                   that
                   's
                   lik'st
                   of
                   all
                   I
                   wot
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   last
                   you
                   nam'd
                   it
                   's
                   not
                   like
                   that
                   a
                   whit
                   ;
                
                 
                   O
                   that
                   's
                   the
                   very
                   name
                   ,
                   now
                   we
                   have
                   rightly
                   hit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   Thus
                   if
                   't
                   be
                   lawfull
                   least
                   things
                   to
                   compare
                
                 
                   With
                   greatest
                   ,
                   so
                   our selves
                   affected
                   be
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   Gods
                   high
                   essence
                   :
                   for
                   we
                   are
                
                 
                   Not
                   ignorant
                   quite
                   of
                   this
                   mystery
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   clearly
                   apprehend
                   the
                   Deity
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   in
                   mid
                   state
                   ,
                   I
                   call
                   't
                   parturient
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   should
                   bring
                   forth
                   that
                   live
                   Divinity
                
                 
                   Within
                   our selves
                   ,
                   if
                   once
                   God
                   would
                   consent
                
                 
                   To
                   shew
                   his
                   specious
                   form
                   and
                   nature
                   eminent
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   For
                   here
                   it
                   lies
                   like
                   colours
                   in
                   the
                   night
                
                 
                   Unseen
                   and
                   unregarded
                   ,
                   but
                   the
                   sunne
                
                 
                   Displayes
                   the
                   beauty
                   and
                   the
                   gladsome
                   plight
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   adorned
                   earth
                   ,
                   while
                   he
                   doth
                   runne
                
                 
                   His
                   upper
                   stage
                   .
                   But
                   this
                   high
                   prize
                   is
                   wonne
                
                 
                   By
                   curbing
                   sense
                   and
                   the
                   self-seeking
                   life
                
                 
                   (
                   True
                   Christian
                   mortification
                   )
                
                 
                   Thus
                   God
                   will
                   his
                   own
                   self
                   in
                   us
                   revive
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   to
                   mortifie
                   our
                   straightned
                   selves
                   do
                   strive
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   But
                   can
                   ought
                   bodily
                   Gods
                   form
                   receive
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   have
                   it
                   in
                   its
                   self
                   potentially
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   can
                   ought
                   sprung
                   of
                   this
                   base
                   body
                   heve
                
                 
                   It self
                   so
                   high
                   as
                   to
                   the
                   Deitie
                
                 
                   To
                   clamber
                   ?
                   strive
                   to
                   reach
                   infinitie
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   ought
                   born
                   of
                   this
                   carcase
                   be
                   so
                   free
                
                 
                   As
                   to
                   grasp
                   all
                   things
                   in
                   large
                   sympathie
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   lives
                   corporeall
                   quite
                   loosened
                   be
                
                 
                   From
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                   ,
                   casheering
                   their
                   centreitie
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   These
                   all
                   ill
                   suit
                   with
                   corporeitie
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   do
                   we
                   not
                   amisse
                   with
                   stroke
                   so
                   strong
                
                 
                   All
                   to
                   dispatch
                   at
                   once
                   ?
                   needed
                   we
                   flie
                
                 
                   So
                   high
                   at
                   first
                   ?
                   we
                   might
                   have
                   chose
                   among
                
                 
                   The
                   many
                   arguments
                   that
                   close
                   do
                   throng
                
                 
                   And
                   tender
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                   this
                   cause
                   to
                   prove
                   ,
                
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   a
                   meaner
                   rank
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   along
                
                 
                   Fairly
                   and
                   softly
                   by
                   degrees
                   to
                   move
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   Muse
                   kens
                   no
                   such
                   pomp
                   ,
                   she
                   must
                   with
                   freedome
                   rove
                
              
               
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   as
                   chance
                   her
                   guides
                   ,
                   compendiously
                
                 
                   The
                   heads
                   of
                   many
                   proofs
                   she
                   will
                   repeat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   she
                   lists
                   not
                   pursue
                   so
                   curiously
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   leaves
                   the
                   reader
                   his
                   own
                   brains
                   ●…o
                   beat
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   find
                   their
                   fuller
                   strength
                   .
                   As
                   the
                   souls
                   meat
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   which
                   she
                   feeds
                   ,
                   if
                   that
                   she
                   feed
                   at
                   all
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   is
                   immortall
                   if
                   she
                   need
                   not
                   eat
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   her
                   food
                   prove
                   to
                   be
                   spiritall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   can
                   we
                   deem
                   herself
                   to
                   be
                   corporeall
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   The
                   souls
                   most
                   proper
                   food
                   is
                   veritie
                
                 
                   Got
                   and
                   digest
                   by
                   Contemplation
                   .
                
                 
                   Hence
                   strength
                   ,
                   enlargement
                   ,
                   and
                   activitie
                
                 
                   She
                   finds
                   ,
                   as
                   doth
                   this
                   bulk
                   by
                   infusion
                
                 
                   Of
                   grosser
                   meats
                   and
                   drinks
                   (
                   concoction
                
                 
                   Well
                   perfected
                   )
                   the
                   body
                   is
                   strong
                   by
                   these
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   by
                   reasons
                   right
                   perswasion
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   truth's
                   spiritall
                   we
                   may
                   with
                   ease
                
                 
                   Find
                   out
                   :
                   For
                   truth
                   the
                   soul
                   from
                   bodies
                   doth
                   release
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   Next
                   argument
                   let
                   be
                   abstraction
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   the
                   soul
                   with
                   notion
                   precise
                
                 
                   Keeps
                   off
                   the
                   corporall
                   condition
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   a
                   nak'd
                   simple
                   essence
                   doth
                   devise
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   law
                   of
                   Corporeities
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   devest
                   them
                   both
                   of
                   time
                   and
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   all
                   individualities
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   matter
                   doth
                   of
                   all
                   her
                   forms
                   uncase
                   .
                
                 
                   Corporeall
                   wight
                   such
                   subtile
                   virtue
                   never
                   has
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   Now
                   shall
                   the
                   indivisibilitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   souls
                   virtues
                   make
                   an
                   argument
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   certainly
                   there
                   's
                   no
                   such
                   qualitie
                
                 
                   Resideth
                   in
                   a
                   body
                   that
                   's
                   extent
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   ,
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   is
                   that
                   qualitie
                   strait
                   pent
                
                 
                   Within
                   a
                   point
                   of
                   that
                   corporeall
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   is
                   it
                   with
                   some
                   spreaden
                   part
                   distent
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   in
                   a
                   point
                   ,
                   then
                   longs
                   it
                   not
                   at
                   all
                
                 
                   To
                   th'body
                   :
                   in
                   spread
                   part
                   ?
                   then
                   't
                   is
                   extentionall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   some
                   virtue
                   's
                   not
                   extentionall
                
                 
                   May
                   thus
                   be
                   proved
                   .
                   Is
                   there
                   no
                   science
                
                 
                   Of
                   numbers
                   ?
                   Yes
                   .
                   But
                   what
                   is
                   principall
                
                 
                   And
                   root
                   of
                   all
                   :
                   have
                   we
                   intelligence
                
                 
                   Of
                   Unities
                   ?
                   Or
                   else
                   what
                   's
                   sprong
                   from
                   thence
                
                 
                   We
                   could
                   not
                   know
                   :
                   what
                   doth
                   the
                   soul
                   then
                   frame
                
                 
                   Within
                   her self
                   ?
                   Is
                   that
                   Idea
                   extense
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   indivisible
                   ?
                   If
                   not
                   :
                   we
                   'll
                   blame
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   of
                   falshood
                   ,
                   and
                   continuall
                   lying
                   shame
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   if
                   we
                   suppose
                   our
                   intellect
                
                 
                   Corporeall
                   ,
                   then
                   must
                   we
                   all
                   things
                   know
                
                 
                   By
                   a
                   swift
                   touch
                   :
                   what
                   ?
                   do
                   we
                   then
                   detect
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   of
                   bignesse
                   ,
                   when
                   one
                   point
                   doth
                   go
                
                 
                   Of
                   our
                   quick
                   mind
                   ?
                   (
                   It
                   need
                   not
                   be
                   o'reslow
                
                 
                   For
                   infinite
                   parts
                   be
                   found
                   in
                   quantitie
                   )
                
                 
                   Or
                   doth
                   it
                   use
                   its
                   latitude
                   ?
                   If
                   so
                
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   some
                   things
                   unspreaden
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   shall
                   it
                   find
                   them
                   out
                   ?
                   Or
                   if
                   't
                   use
                   both
                   we
                   'll
                   see
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   That
                   both
                   be
                   unsufficient
                   I
                   prove
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   point
                   cannot
                   discern
                   loos●…
                   unity
                
                 
                   Freed
                   from
                   all
                   site
                   .
                   That
                   latitude
                   must
                   move
                
                 
                   On
                   all
                   the
                   body
                   that
                   it
                   doth
                   descry
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   must
                   it
                   be
                   upstretch'd
                   unto
                   the
                   skie
                
                 
                   And
                   rubbe
                   against
                   the
                   starres
                   ,
                   surround
                   the
                   sunne
                
                 
                   And
                   her
                   own
                   parts
                   to
                   every
                   part
                   apply
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   swiftly
                   fridge
                   about
                   the
                   pallid
                   moon
                   :
                
                 
                   Thus
                   both
                   their
                   quantities
                   the
                   mind
                   hath
                   strangely
                   wonne
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   Adde
                   unto
                   these
                   ,
                   that
                   the
                   soul
                   would
                   take
                   pains
                
                 
                   For
                   its
                   destruction
                   while
                   it
                   doth
                   aspire
                
                 
                   To
                   reach
                   at
                   things
                   (
                   that
                   were
                   her
                   wofull
                   gains
                   )
                
                 
                   That
                   be
                   not
                   corporall
                   ,
                   but
                   seated
                   higher
                
                 
                   Above
                   the
                   bodyes
                   sphere
                   .
                   Thus
                   should
                   she
                   tire
                
                 
                   Her self
                   to
                   '
                   stroy
                   her self
                   .
                   Again
                   ,
                   the
                   mind
                
                 
                   Receives
                   contrary
                   forms
                   .
                   The
                   feverish
                   fire
                
                 
                   Makes
                   her
                   cool
                   brooks
                   and
                   shadowing
                   groves
                   to
                   find
                
                 
                   Within
                   her
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   thus
                   hot
                   and
                   cold
                   in
                   one
                   she
                   binds
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   Nor
                   is
                   she
                   chang'd
                   by
                   the
                   susception
                
                 
                   Of
                   any
                   forms
                   :
                   For
                   thus
                   her self
                   contraire
                
                 
                   Would
                   be
                   unto
                   her self
                   .
                   But
                   Union
                
                 
                   She
                   then
                   possesseth
                   ,
                   when
                   heat
                   and
                   cold
                   are
                
                 
                   Together
                   met
                   :
                   They
                   meet
                   withouten
                   jarre
                   ,
                
                 
                   Within
                   our
                   souls
                   .
                   Such
                   forms
                   they
                   be
                   not
                   true
                
                 
                   You
                   'll
                   say
                   .
                   But
                   of
                   their
                   truth
                   lest
                   you
                   despair
                   ,
                
                 
                   Each
                   form
                   in
                   purer
                   minds
                   more
                   perfect
                   hew
                
                 
                   Obtains
                   ,
                   then
                   those
                   in
                   matter
                   we
                   do
                   daily
                   view
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   For
                   there
                   ,
                   they
                   're
                   mixt
                   ,
                   soild
                   and
                   contaminate
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   truth
                   doth
                   clear
                   ,
                   unweave
                   ,
                   and
                   simplifie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Search
                   ,
                   sever
                   ,
                   pierce
                   ,
                   open
                   ,
                   and
                   disgregate
                
                 
                   All
                   ascititious
                   cloggings
                   ;
                   then
                   doth
                   eye
                
                 
                   The
                   naked
                   essence
                   and
                   its
                   property
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   you
                   must
                   grant
                   the
                   soul
                   cannot
                   define
                
                 
                   Ought
                   right
                   in
                   things
                   ;
                   or
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   deny
                
                 
                   These
                   forms
                   be
                   true
                   that
                   in
                   her self
                   d●…
                   shine
                   :
                
                 
                   These
                   be
                   her
                   rule
                   of
                   truth
                   ,
                   these
                   her
                   unerring
                   line
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   Bodies
                   have
                   no
                   such
                   properties
                   .
                   Again
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   in
                   one
                   cluster
                   many
                   arguments
                
                 
                   Compris'd
                   :
                   She
                   multitudes
                   can
                   close
                   constrain
                
                 
                   Into
                   one
                   nature
                   .
                   Things
                   that
                   be
                   fluent
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   flitting
                   time
                   ,
                   by
                   her
                   be
                   straight
                   retent
                
                 
                   Unto
                   one
                   point
                   ;
                   she
                   joyns
                   future
                   and
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   makes
                   them
                   steddy
                   stand
                   as
                   if
                   present
                   :
                
                 
                   Things
                   distant
                   she
                   can
                   into
                   one
                   place
                   cast
                   :
                
                 
                   Calls
                   kinds
                   immortall
                   ,
                   though
                   their
                   singulars
                   do
                   waste
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   Upon
                   her self
                   she
                   strangely
                   operates
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   her self
                   and
                   by
                   her self
                   returns
                
                 
                   Into
                   her self
                   ;
                   thus
                   the
                   soul
                   circulates
                   .
                
                 
                   Do
                   bodies
                   so
                   ?
                   Her
                   axle-tree
                   it
                   burns
                
                 
                   With
                   heat
                   of
                   motion
                   .
                   This
                   low
                   world
                   she
                   spurns
                   ,
                
                 
                   Raiseth
                   her self
                   to
                   catch
                   infinity
                   .
                
                 
                   Unspeakable
                   great
                   numbers
                   how
                   she
                   turns
                
                 
                   Within
                   her
                   mind
                   ,
                   like
                   evening
                   mist
                   the
                   eye
                
                 
                   Discerns
                   ,
                   whose
                   muddy
                   atomes
                   'fore
                   the
                   wind
                   do
                   fly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   Stretcheth
                   out
                   time
                   at
                   both
                   ends
                   without
                   end
                   ,
                
                 
                   Makes
                   place
                   still
                   higher
                   swell
                   ,
                   often
                   creates
                
                 
                   What
                   God
                   nere
                   made
                   ,
                   nor
                   doth
                   at
                   all
                   intend
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   ,
                   free
                   phantasms
                   ,
                   laughs
                   at
                   future
                   fates
                   ,
                
                 
                   Foresees
                   her
                   own
                   condition
                   ,
                   she
                   relates
                
                 
                   Th'
                   all
                   comprehension
                   of
                   eternity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Complains
                   she
                   's
                   thirsty
                   still
                   in
                   all
                   estates
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   all
                   she
                   sees
                   or
                   has
                   no'te
                   satisfie
                
                 
                   Her
                   hungry
                   self
                   ,
                   nor
                   fill
                   her
                   vast
                   capacity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   But
                   I
                   'll
                   break
                   off
                   ;
                   My
                   Muse
                   her self
                   forgot
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   own
                   great
                   strength
                   and
                   her
                   foes
                   feeblenesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   her
                   name
                   by
                   her
                   own
                   pains
                   may
                   blot
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   she
                   so
                   many
                   strokes
                   heaps
                   in
                   excesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   fond
                   grosse
                   phansie
                   quite
                   for
                   to
                   suppresse
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   souls
                   corporal'ty
                   .
                   For
                   men
                   may
                   think
                
                 
                   Her
                   adversaries
                   strength
                   doth
                   thus
                   her
                   presse
                
                 
                   To
                   multitude
                   of
                   reasons
                   ,
                   makes
                   her
                   swink
                
                 
                   With
                   weary
                   toil
                   ,
                   and
                   sweat
                   out
                   thus
                   much
                   forced
                   ink
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   Or
                   that
                   she
                   loves
                   with
                   trampling
                   insultations
                
                 
                   To
                   domineere
                   in
                   easie
                   victory
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   not
                   men
                   dare
                   cast
                   such
                   accusations
                
                 
                   Against
                   the
                   blamelesse
                   .
                   For
                   no
                   mastery
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   fruitlesse
                   pomp
                   ,
                   nor
                   any
                   verity
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   opinion
                   that
                   she
                   here
                   destroyes
                
                 
                   Made
                   her
                   so
                   large
                   .
                   No
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   her
                   jealousie
                
                 
                   'Gainst
                   witching
                   falshood
                   that
                   weak
                   souls
                   annoyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   oft
                   doth
                   choke
                   those
                   chearing
                   ho●…es
                   of
                   lasting
                   joyes
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   3.
                   
                   Cant.
                   1.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     souls
                     free
                     independency
                     ;
                  
                   
                     It
                     s
                     drery
                     dreadfull
                     state
                  
                   
                     In
                     hell
                     ;
                     Its
                     tricentreity
                     :
                  
                   
                     What
                     brings
                     to
                     heavens
                     gate
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   WEll
                   said
                   that
                   man
                   ,
                   whatever
                   man
                   that
                   was
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   said
                   ,
                   What
                   things
                   we
                   would
                   we
                   straight
                   believe
                
                 
                   Upon
                   each
                   slight
                   report
                   to
                   have
                   come
                   to
                   passe
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   better
                   he
                   ,
                   that
                   said
                   ,
                   Slow
                   faith
                   we
                   give
                
                 
                   To
                   things
                   we
                   long
                   for
                   most
                   ▪
                   Hope
                   and
                   fear
                   rive
                
                 
                   Distracted
                   minds
                   ,
                   as
                   when
                   nigh
                   equall
                   weights
                
                 
                   Cast
                   on
                   the
                   trembling
                   scales
                   ,
                   each
                   ●…ug
                   and
                   strive
                
                 
                   To
                   pull
                   the
                   other
                   up
                   .
                   But
                   the
                   same
                   sleights
                
                 
                   By
                   turns
                   do
                   urge
                   them
                   both
                   in
                   their
                   descents
                   and
                   heights
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Thus
                   waves
                   the
                   mind
                   in
                   things
                   of
                   greatest
                   weight
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   things
                   we
                   value
                   most
                   are
                   companied
                
                 
                   With
                   fear
                   as
                   well
                   as
                   hope
                   :
                   these
                   stifly
                   fight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   stronger
                   hope
                   ,
                   the
                   stronger
                   fear
                   is
                   fed
                   ;
                
                 
                   One
                   mother
                   both
                   and
                   the
                   like
                   livelyhead
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   object
                   both
                   ,
                   from
                   whence
                   they
                   both
                   do
                   spring
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   greater
                   she
                   ,
                   the
                   greater
                   these
                   she
                   bred
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   greater
                   these
                   ,
                   the
                   greater
                   wavering
                
                 
                   And
                   longer
                   time
                   to
                   end
                   their
                   sturdy
                   struggeling
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   But
                   is
                   there
                   any
                   thing
                   of
                   more
                   import
                
                 
                   Then
                   the
                   souls
                   immortality
                   ?
                   Hence
                   fear
                
                 
                   And
                   hope
                   we
                   striving
                   feel
                   with
                   strong
                   effort
                
                 
                   Against
                   each
                   other
                   ;
                   That
                   nor
                   reason
                   clear
                
                 
                   Nor
                   sacred
                   Oracles
                   can
                   straight
                   down
                   bear
                
                 
                   That
                   sturdy
                   rascall
                   ,
                   with
                   black
                   phantasies
                
                 
                   Yclad
                   ,
                   and
                   clouded
                   with
                   drad
                   dismall
                   chear
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   still
                   new
                   mists
                   he
                   casts
                   before
                   our
                   eyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   derides
                   our
                   prov'd
                   incorporeities
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   And
                   grinning
                   saith
                   ,
                   That
                   labour
                   's
                   all
                   in
                   vain
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   though
                   the
                   soul
                   were
                   incorporeall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   its
                   existence
                   to
                   this
                   bulk
                   restrain
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   be
                   so
                   nearly
                   link'd
                   ,
                   that
                   if
                   one
                   fall
                
                 
                   The
                   other
                   fails
                   .
                   The
                   eare
                   nor
                   hears
                   our
                   call
                
                 
                   In
                   stouping
                   age
                   ,
                   nor
                   eye
                   can
                   see
                   ought
                   clear
                   ;
                
                 
                   Benumming
                   palfies
                   shake
                   the
                   bodies
                   wall
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   hath
                   lost
                   its
                   strength
                   and
                   cannot
                   steer
                
                 
                   Its
                   crasie
                   corse
                   ,
                   but
                   staggering
                   on
                   reels
                   here
                   and
                   there
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   So
                   plain
                   it
                   is
                   (
                   that
                   though
                   the
                   soul
                   's
                   a
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   corporall
                   )
                   that
                   it
                   must
                   needs
                   depend
                
                 
                   Upon
                   this
                   body
                   ,
                   and
                   must
                   perish
                   quite
                
                 
                   When
                   her
                   foundation
                   falls
                   .
                   But
                   now
                   attend
                
                 
                   And
                   see
                   what
                   false
                   conceits
                   vain
                   fears
                   do
                   send
                   .
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   I
                   cannot
                   write
                   without
                   a
                   quill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   ride
                   without
                   an
                   horse
                   .
                   If
                   chance
                   that
                   rend
                
                 
                   Or
                   use
                   make
                   blunt
                   ,
                   o're-labouring
                   this
                   kill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   can
                   I
                   walk
                   not
                   ride
                   ,
                   not
                   write
                   but
                   think
                   my
                   sill
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   Our
                   body
                   is
                   but
                   the
                   souls
                   instrument
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   it
                   fails
                   ,
                   onely
                   these
                   actions
                   cease
                
                 
                   That
                   thence
                   depend
                   .
                   But
                   if
                   new
                   eyes
                   were
                   sent
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   aged
                   man
                   with
                   as
                   much
                   ease
                
                 
                   And
                   accuratenesse
                   ,
                   as
                   when
                   his
                   youth
                   did
                   please
                
                 
                   The
                   wanton
                   lasse
                   ,
                   he
                   now
                   could
                   all
                   things
                   see
                   .
                
                 
                   Old
                   age
                   is
                   but
                   this
                   fading
                   bulks
                   disease
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   from
                   death
                   and
                   sicknesse
                   standeth
                   free
                   :
                
                 
                   My
                   hackney
                   fails
                   ,
                   not
                   I
                   ;
                   my
                   pen
                   ,
                   not
                   sciencie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   But
                   as
                   I
                   said
                   ,
                   of
                   things
                   we
                   do
                   desire
                
                 
                   So
                   vehemently
                   we
                   never
                   can
                   be
                   sure
                
                 
                   Enough
                   .
                   Therefore
                   ,
                   my
                   Muse
                   ,
                   thou
                   must
                   aspire
                
                 
                   To
                   higher
                   pitch
                   ,
                   and
                   fearfull
                   hearts
                   secure
                
                 
                   Not
                   with
                   slight
                   phansie
                   but
                   with
                   reason
                   pure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Evincing
                   the
                   souls
                   independency
                
                 
                   Upon
                   this
                   body
                   that
                   doth
                   her
                   imn
                   ure
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   when
                   from
                   this
                   dark
                   prison
                   she
                   shall
                   fly
                
                 
                   All
                   men
                   may
                   judge
                   her
                   rest
                   in
                   immortality
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   I
                   'll
                   sing
                   the
                   tricentreity
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   souls
                   ,
                   and
                   how
                   they
                   wake
                   from
                   sleep
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   ywrapt
                   of
                   old
                   they
                   long
                   do
                   ly
                
                 
                   Contract
                   with
                   cold
                   ,
                   and
                   drench'd
                   in
                   Lethe
                   deep
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hugging
                   their
                   plantall
                   point
                   .
                   It
                   makes
                   me
                   weep
                
                 
                   Now
                   I
                   so
                   clearly
                   view
                   the
                   solemn
                   Spring
                
                 
                   Of
                   silent
                   Night
                   ,
                   whose
                   Magick
                   dew
                   doth
                   steep
                
                 
                   These
                   drousie
                   souls
                   of
                   men
                   ,
                   whose
                   dropping
                   wing
                
                 
                   Keeps
                   off
                   the
                   light
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   blunts
                   each
                   siery
                   sting
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Three
                   centres
                   hath
                   the
                   soul
                   ;
                   One
                   plantall
                   hight
                   :
                
                 
                   Our
                   parents
                   this
                   revive
                   in
                   nuptiall
                   bed
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   principle
                   that
                   hales
                   o●…
                   Night
                   ,
                
                 
                   Subjects
                   the
                   mind
                   unto
                   dull
                   drow
                   siehead
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   this
                   follow
                   ,
                   thus
                   we
                   shall
                   be
                   led
                
                 
                   To
                   that
                   dark
                   straitnesse
                   that
                   did
                   bind
                   before
                
                 
                   Our
                   sluggish
                   life
                   :
                   when
                   that
                   is
                   s●…
                   rivelled
                
                 
                   Into
                   its
                   sunken
                   centre
                   ,
                   we
                   no
                   more
                
                 
                   Are
                   conscious
                   of
                   life
                   :
                   what
                   can
                   us
                   then
                   restore
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   with
                   fiery
                   whips
                   fell
                   Nemesis
                
                 
                   Do
                   lash
                   our
                   sprights
                   ,
                   and
                   cruelly
                   do
                   gore
                
                 
                   Our
                   groning
                   ghosts
                   ;
                   this
                   is
                   the
                   way
                   ,
                   I
                   wisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   onely
                   way
                   to
                   keep
                   's
                   from
                   Morpheus
                   power
                   .
                
                 
                   Both
                   these
                   so
                   dismall
                   are
                   that
                   I
                   do
                   showr
                
                 
                   Uncessant
                   tears
                   from
                   my
                   compassionate
                   eyes
                   :
                
                 
                   Alas
                   !
                   ye
                   souls
                   !
                   why
                   should
                   or
                   s●…eep
                   devour
                
                 
                   Sweet
                   functions
                   of
                   life
                   ?
                   or
                   hellist
                   cries
                
                 
                   To
                   tender
                   heart
                   resound
                   your
                   just
                   calamities
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   Thus
                   may
                   you
                   all
                   from
                   your
                   dead
                   drow
                   sinesse
                
                 
                   Be
                   wak'd
                   by
                   inward
                   sting
                   and
                   pinching
                   wo
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   you
                   could
                   wish
                   that
                   that
                   same
                   heavinesse
                
                 
                   Might
                   ever
                   you
                   o'represse
                   ,
                   and
                   Lethe
                   flow
                
                 
                   Upon
                   your
                   drowned
                   life
                   .
                   But
                   you
                   shall
                   glow
                
                 
                   With
                   urging
                   fire
                   ,
                   that
                   doth
                   resuscitate
                
                 
                   Your
                   middle
                   point
                   ,
                   and
                   makes
                   it self
                   to
                   gnaw
                
                 
                   It self
                   with
                   madnesse
                   ,
                   while't
                   doth
                   ruminatc
                
                 
                   On
                   its
                   deformity
                   and
                   sterill
                   vexing
                   state
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   Continuall
                   desire
                   that
                   nought
                   effects
                   ,
                
                 
                   Perfect
                   hot
                   glowing
                   fervour
                   out
                   to
                   spring
                
                 
                   In
                   some
                   good
                   world
                   :
                   With
                   fury
                   it
                   affects
                
                 
                   To
                   reach
                   the
                   Land
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   then
                   struck
                   with
                   sting
                
                 
                   Of
                   wounding
                   memory
                   ,
                   despairs
                   the
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   further
                   off
                   it
                   sees
                   it self
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                
                 
                   It
                   rageth
                   to
                   obtain
                   :
                   thus
                   doth
                   she
                   bring
                
                 
                   More
                   fewell
                   to
                   her
                   flame
                   that
                   scorched
                   sore
                
                 
                   With
                   searching
                   fire
                   ,
                   she
                   's
                   forc'd
                   to
                   yell
                   and
                   loudly
                   rore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   Thus
                   she
                   devours
                   her self
                   ,
                   not
                   satisfies
                
                 
                   Her self
                   ,
                   nought
                   hath
                   she
                   but
                   what
                   's
                   dearly
                   spun
                
                 
                   From
                   her
                   own
                   bowells
                   ,
                   jejune
                   exilties
                   :
                
                 
                   Her
                   body
                   's
                   gone
                   ,
                   therefore
                   the
                   rising
                   sun
                
                 
                   She
                   sees
                   no
                   more
                   ,
                   nor
                   what
                   in
                   day
                   is
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sporting
                   aire
                   no
                   longer
                   cools
                   her
                   bloud
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pleasures
                   of
                   youth
                   and
                   manhood
                   quite
                   are
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   songs
                   her
                   eare
                   ,
                   nor
                   mouth
                   delicious
                   food
                
                 
                   Doth
                   fill
                   .
                   But
                   I
                   'll
                   have
                   this
                   more
                   fully
                   understood
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   Three
                   centres
                   hath
                   mans
                   soul
                   in
                   Unity
                
                 
                   Together
                   joynd
                   ;
                   or
                   if
                   you
                   will
                   ,
                   but
                   one
                   .
                
                 
                   Those
                   three
                   are
                   one
                   ,
                   with
                   a
                   Triplicity
                
                 
                   Of
                   power
                   or
                   rayes
                   .
                   Th'
                   high'st
                   intellection
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   being
                   wak'd
                   the
                   soul's
                   in
                   Union
                
                 
                   With
                   God.
                   If
                   perfectly
                   regenerate
                
                 
                   Into
                   that
                   better
                   world
                   ,
                   corruption
                
                 
                   Hath
                   then
                   no
                   force
                   her
                   blisse
                   to
                   perturbate
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   low'st
                   do
                   make
                   us
                   subject
                   to
                   disturbing
                   fate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   But
                   low'st
                   gins
                   first
                   to
                   work
                   ,
                   the
                   soul
                   doth
                   frame
                
                 
                   This
                   bodies
                   fabrick
                   ,
                   imploy'd
                   in
                   one
                   long
                   thought
                
                 
                   So
                   wholy
                   taken
                   up
                   ,
                   that
                   she
                   the
                   same
                
                 
                   Observeth
                   not
                   ,
                   till
                   she
                   quite
                   hath
                   wrought
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   men
                   asleep
                   some
                   work
                   ●…o
                   end
                   have
                   brought
                
                 
                   Not
                   knowing
                   of
                   it
                   ,
                   yet
                   have
                   found
                   it
                   done
                   :
                
                 
                   Or
                   we
                   may
                   say
                   the
                   matter
                   that
                   she
                   taught
                
                 
                   And
                   suck'd
                   unto
                   her self
                   to
                   work
                   upon
                
                 
                   Is
                   of
                   one
                   warmth
                   with
                   her
                   own
                   spright
                   ,
                   and
                   feels
                   as
                   one
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   And
                   thus
                   the
                   body
                   being
                   the
                   souls
                   work
                
                 
                   From
                   her
                   own
                   centre
                   so
                   entirely
                   ●…ade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seated
                   i'
                   th'
                   heart
                   ,
                   for
                   there
                   this
                   spright
                   doth
                   lurk
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   no
                   wonder
                   't
                   is
                   so
                   easly
                   sway'd
                
                 
                   A●…
                   its
                   command
                   .
                   But
                   when
                   this
                   work
                   shall
                   fade
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   dismisseth
                   it
                   as
                   an
                   old
                   thought
                   .
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   but
                   one
                   form
                   ;
                   but
                   many
                   be
                   display'd
                
                 
                   Amid
                   her
                   higher
                   rayes
                   ,
                   dismist
                   ,
                   and
                   brought
                
                 
                   Back
                   as
                   she
                   list
                   ,
                   and
                   many
                   come
                   that
                   ne're
                   were
                   sought
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   by
                   making
                   this
                   strange
                   edifice
                
                 
                   Makes
                   way
                   unto
                   it self
                   to
                   exercise
                
                 
                   Functions
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   still
                   more
                   waked
                   is
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   she
                   has
                   perfected
                   her
                   fine
                   devise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hath
                   wrought
                   her self
                   into
                   sure
                   sympathies
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   great
                   world
                   .
                   Her
                   ears
                   like
                   hollow
                   caves
                
                 
                   Resound
                   to
                   her
                   own
                   spright
                   the
                   energies
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   worlds
                   spright
                   .
                   If
                   it
                   ought
                   suffered
                   have
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   
                     presentifick
                     circles
                  
                   to
                   her
                   straight
                   notice
                   gave
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   We
                   know
                   this
                   world
                   ,
                   because
                   our
                   soul
                   hath
                   made
                
                 
                   Our
                   body
                   of
                   this
                   sensible
                   worlds
                   spright
                
                 
                   And
                   body
                   .
                   Therefore
                   in
                   the
                   glassie
                   shade
                
                 
                   Of
                   our
                   own
                   eyes
                   (
                   they
                   having
                   the
                   same
                   might
                
                 
                   That
                   glasse
                   or
                   water
                   hath
                   )
                   we
                   have
                   the
                   sight
                
                 
                   Of
                   what
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spirit
                   suffereth
                
                 
                   By
                   colours
                   ,
                   figures
                   ,
                   or
                   inherent
                   light
                   :
                
                 
                   Sun
                   ,
                   stars
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   on
                   earth
                   it
                   hur●…eth
                
                 
                   To
                   each
                   point
                   of
                   it self
                   so
                   far
                   as
                   't
                   circuleth
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   And
                   where
                   it
                   lighteth
                   on
                   advantages
                   ,
                
                 
                   Its
                   circulings
                   grow
                   sensible
                   .
                   So
                   hills
                
                 
                   That
                   hollow
                   be
                   do
                   audible
                   voices
                
                 
                   Resound
                   .
                   The
                   soul
                   doth
                   imitate
                   that
                   skill
                
                 
                   In
                   framing
                   of
                   the
                   eare
                   ,
                   that
                   sounds
                   may
                   swell
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   concavitie
                   .
                   The
                   crystall
                   springs
                
                 
                   Reflect
                   the
                   light
                   of
                   heaven
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   be
                   still
                
                 
                   And
                   clear
                   ;
                   the
                   soul
                   doth
                   imitate
                   and
                   bring
                
                 
                   The
                   eye
                   to
                   such
                   a
                   temper
                   in
                   her
                   shapening
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   So
                   eyes
                   and
                   eares
                   be
                   not
                   mere
                   perforations
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   a
                   due
                   temper
                   of
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spright
                
                 
                   And
                   ours
                   together
                   ;
                   else
                   the
                   circulations
                
                 
                   Of
                   sounds
                   would
                   be
                   well
                   known
                   by
                   outward
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   th'
                   eare
                   would
                   colours
                   know
                   ,
                   figures
                   and
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   it
                   's
                   plain
                   that
                   when
                   this
                   bodie
                   's
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   world
                   to
                   us
                   is
                   clos'd
                   in
                   darknesse
                   quite
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   to
                   us
                   is
                   in
                   dead
                   silence
                   drown
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   one
                   point
                   of
                   time
                   is
                   this
                   worlds
                   glory
                   flowne
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   't
                   be
                   so
                   ,
                   how
                   doth
                   Psyche
                   heare
                   or
                   see
                
                 
                   That
                   hath
                   nor
                   eyes
                   nor
                   eares
                   ?
                   She
                   sees
                   more
                   clear
                
                 
                   Then
                   we
                   that
                   see
                   but
                   secundarily
                   .
                
                 
                   We
                   see
                   at
                   distance
                   by
                   a
                   circular
                
                 
                   Diffusion
                   of
                   that
                   spright
                   of
                   this
                   great
                   sphere
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   Universe
                   :
                   Her
                   sight
                   is
                   tactuall
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sunne
                   and
                   all
                   the
                   starres
                   that
                   do
                   appear
                
                 
                   She
                   feels
                   them
                   in
                   herself
                   ,
                   can
                   distance
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   she
                   is
                   at
                   each
                   one
                   purely
                   presentiall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   To
                   us
                   what
                   doth
                   
                     diffusion
                     circular
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   our
                   pure
                   shadowed
                   eyes
                   ,
                   bright
                   ,
                   crystalline
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   vigorously
                   our
                   spright
                   particular
                   .
                
                 
                   Affect
                   ,
                   while
                   things
                   in
                   it
                   so
                   clearly
                   shine
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   done
                   continually
                   in
                   the
                   heavens
                   sheen
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   sunne
                   ,
                   the
                   moon
                   ,
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   blew-glimmering
                   hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Scorch'd
                   Aetna's
                   bowels
                   ,
                   each
                   bulk
                   you
                   can
                   divine
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   in
                   Nature
                   ,
                   every
                   dern
                   cell
                
                 
                   With
                   fire-eyed
                   dragons
                   ,
                   or
                   what
                   else
                   therein
                   doth
                   dweil
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   These
                   be
                   all
                   parts
                   of
                   the
                   wide
                   worlds
                   excesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   be
                   all
                   seated
                   in
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shew
                   just
                   as
                   they
                   are
                   in
                   their
                   bignesse
                
                 
                   To
                   her
                   .
                   But
                   circulation
                   shews
                   not
                   right
                
                 
                   The
                   magnitude
                   of
                   things
                   :
                   for
                   distant
                   site
                
                 
                   Makes
                   a
                   deficience
                   in
                   these
                   circulings
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   all
                   things
                   lie
                   ope-right
                   unto
                   the
                   sight
                
                 
                   Of
                   heavens
                   great
                   eye
                   ;
                   their
                   thin
                   shot
                   shadowings
                
                 
                   And
                   lightned
                   sides
                   .
                   All
                   this
                   we
                   find
                   in
                   Natures
                   springs
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   The
                   worlds
                   great
                   soul
                   knows
                   by
                   Protopathie
                
                 
                   All
                   what
                   befalls
                   this
                   lower
                   spright
                   ;
                   but
                   we
                
                 
                   Can
                   onely
                   know
                   't
                   by
                   De●…eropathie
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   least
                   in
                   sight
                   and
                   hearing
                   .
                   She
                   doth
                   see
                
                 
                   In
                   our
                   own
                   eyes
                   ,
                   by
                   the
                   close
                   unitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   ours
                   and
                   the
                   worlds
                   life
                   ,
                   our
                   passion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Plainly
                   perceives
                   our
                   Idiopathie
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   we
                   do
                   hers
                   ,
                   by
                   the
                   same
                   union
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   cannot
                   see
                   hers
                   in
                   that
                   perfection
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   Fresh
                   varnish'd
                   groves
                   ,
                   tall
                   hills
                   ,
                   and
                   gilded
                   clouds
                
                 
                   Arching
                   an
                   eielid
                   for
                   the
                   gloring
                   morn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fair
                   clustred
                   buildings
                   which
                   our
                   sight
                   so
                   crouds
                
                 
                   At
                   distance
                   ,
                   with
                   high
                   spires
                   to
                   heaven
                   yborn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Vast
                   plains
                   with
                   lowly
                   cottages
                   forlorn
                
                 
                   Rounded
                   about
                   with
                   the
                   low
                   wayering
                   skie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cragg'd
                   vapours
                   ,
                   like
                   to
                   ragged
                   rocks
                   ytorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   views
                   those
                   prospects
                   in
                   our
                   distant
                   eye
                   :
                
                 
                   These
                   and
                   such
                   like
                   be
                   the
                   first
                   centres
                   mysterie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   you
                   will
                   the
                   first
                   low
                   energie
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   one
                   centre
                   ,
                   which
                   the
                   soul
                   is
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   knows
                   this
                   world
                   by
                   the
                   close
                   unitie
                
                 
                   Concorporation
                   with
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unloos'd
                   from
                   this
                   she
                   wants
                   a
                   certain
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   by
                   true
                   regeneration
                
                 
                   She
                   be
                   incorporate
                   with
                   God
                   ,
                   unite
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   own
                   spright
                   ;
                   so
                   a
                   new
                   mansion
                
                 
                   Sh'
                   has
                   got
                   ,
                   oft
                   sook
                   with
                   deepest
                   suspiration
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   But
                   robb'd
                   of
                   her
                   first
                   clothing
                   by
                   hard
                   fate
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   she
                   fall
                   short
                   of
                   this
                   ,
                   wo's
                   mel
                   what
                   pains
                
                 
                   She
                   undergoes
                   ?
                   when
                   this
                   lost
                   former
                   state
                
                 
                   So
                   kindled
                   hath
                   lifes
                   thirst
                   ,
                   that
                   still
                   remains
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   her
                   eternitie
                   her
                   nothing
                   gains
                
                 
                   But
                   hungry
                   flames
                   ,
                   raging
                   voracitie
                
                 
                   Feeding
                   on
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   .
                   The
                   heavens
                   she
                   stains
                
                 
                   With
                   execrations
                   and
                   foul
                   blasphemie
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   foul
                   discontent
                   and
                   smoth'ring
                   fire
                   they
                   frie.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   Vain
                   man
                   that
                   striv'st
                   to
                   have
                   all
                   things
                   at
                   will
                   !
                
                 
                   What
                   wilt
                   thou
                   do
                   in
                   this
                   sterilitie
                   ?
                
                 
                   Whom
                   canst
                   thou
                   then
                   command
                   ?
                   or
                   what
                   shall
                   fill
                
                 
                   Thy
                   gaping
                   soul
                   ?
                   O
                   depth
                   of
                   miserie
                   !
                
                 
                   Prepare
                   thy self
                   by
                   deep
                   humilitie
                   :
                
                 
                   Destroy
                   that
                   fretting
                   fire
                   while
                   thou
                   art
                   here
                   ,
                
                 
                   Forsake
                   this
                   worlds
                   bewitching
                   vanitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   death
                   nor
                   hell
                   then
                   shalt
                   thou
                   need
                   to
                   fear
                   .
                
                 
                   Kill
                   and
                   cast
                   down
                   thy self
                   ,
                   to
                   heaven
                   God
                   shall
                   thee
                   rear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   This
                   middle
                   
                     centrall
                     essence
                  
                   of
                   the
                   soul
                
                 
                   Is
                   that
                   which
                   still
                   survives
                   asleep
                   or
                   waking
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   life
                   she
                   shed
                   in
                   this
                   grosse
                   earthly
                   moul
                
                 
                   Is
                   quite
                   shrunk
                   up
                   ,
                   lost
                   in
                   the
                   bodies
                   breaking
                   ,
                
                 
                   Now
                   with
                   slight
                   phantasms
                   of
                   her
                   own
                   fond
                   making
                
                 
                   She
                   's
                   clad
                   (
                   so
                   is
                   her
                   life
                   drie
                   and
                   jejune
                   )
                
                 
                   But
                   all
                   flit
                   souls
                   be
                   not
                   in
                   the
                   same
                   taking
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   state
                   this
                   lifes
                   proportion
                   doth
                   tune
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   as
                   thou
                   livest
                   here
                   ,
                   such
                   measure
                   must
                   ensuen
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   whose
                   souls
                   deiform
                   summitie
                
                 
                   Is
                   waken'd
                   in
                   this
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   to
                   God
                
                 
                   Are
                   nearly
                   joynd
                   in
                   a
                   firm
                   Unitie
                
                 
                   (
                   This
                   outward
                   bodie
                   is
                   but
                   earthie
                   clod
                
                 
                   Digested
                   ,
                   having
                   life
                   transfus'd
                   abroad
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   worlds
                   life
                   and
                   our
                   lower
                   vitalitie
                
                 
                   Unite
                   in
                   one
                   )
                   their
                   souls
                   have
                   their
                   aboad
                
                 
                   In
                   Christs
                   own
                   body
                   ,
                   are
                   eternally
                
                 
                   One
                   with
                   our
                   God
                   ,
                   by
                   true
                   and
                   strong
                   communitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   When
                   we
                   are
                   clothed
                   with
                   this
                   outward
                   world
                   ,
                
                 
                   Feel
                   the
                   soft
                   aire
                   ,
                   behold
                   the
                   glorious
                   Sunne
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   this
                   we
                   have
                   from
                   meat
                   that
                   's
                   daily
                   hurld
                
                 
                   Into
                   these
                   mouthes
                   .
                   But
                   first
                   of
                   all
                   we
                   wunne
                
                 
                   This
                   priviledge
                   by
                   our
                   first
                   union
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   worlds
                   body
                   and
                   diffused
                   spright
                   .
                
                 
                   I'
                   th'
                   higher
                   world
                   there
                   's
                   such
                   communion
                   :
                
                 
                   Christ
                   is
                   the
                   sunne
                   that
                   by
                   his
                   c●…earing
                   might
                
                 
                   Awakes
                   our
                   higher
                   rayes
                   to
                   joyn
                   with
                   his
                   pure
                   light
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   he
                   hath
                   that
                   life
                   elici●…ed
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   gives
                   his
                   own
                   dear
                   body
                   and
                   his
                   bloud
                
                 
                   To
                   drink
                   and
                   eat
                   .
                   Thus
                   dayly
                   we
                   are
                   fed
                
                 
                   Unto
                   eternall
                   life
                   .
                   Thus
                   do
                   we
                   bud
                   ,
                
                 
                   True
                   heavenly
                   plants
                   ,
                   suck
                   in
                   our
                   lasting
                   food
                
                 
                   From
                   the
                   first
                   spring
                   of
                   life
                   ,
                   incorporate
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   higher
                   world
                   (
                   as
                   erst
                   I
                   show'd
                
                 
                   Our
                   lower
                   rayes
                   the
                   soul
                   to
                   subjugate
                
                 
                   To
                   this
                   low
                   world
                   )
                   we
                   fearlesse
                   sit
                   above
                   all
                   fate
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   33
                
                 
                   Safely
                   that
                   kingdomes
                   glory
                   contemplate
                   ,
                
                 
                   O'reflow
                   with
                   joy
                   by
                   a
                   full
                   sympathie
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   worlds
                   spright
                   ,
                   and
                   blesse
                   our
                   own
                   estate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Praising
                   the
                   fount
                   of
                   all
                   felicitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   lovely
                   light
                   of
                   the
                   blest
                   Deitie
                   .
                
                 
                   Vain
                   mortalls
                   think
                   on
                   this
                   ,
                   and
                   raise
                   your
                   mind
                
                 
                   Above
                   the
                   bodies
                   life
                   ;
                   strike
                   through
                   the
                   skie
                
                 
                   With
                   piercing
                   throbs
                   and
                   sighs
                   ,
                   that
                   you
                   may
                   find
                
                 
                   His
                   face
                   .
                   Base
                   fleshly
                   fumes
                   your
                   drowsie
                   eyes
                   thus
                   blind
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   So
                   hath
                   my
                   Muse
                   according
                   to
                   her
                   skill
                
                 
                   Discovered
                   the
                   soul
                   in
                   all
                   her
                   rayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   lowest
                   may
                   occasionate
                   much
                   ill
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   is
                   indifferent
                   .
                   Who
                   may
                   dispraise
                
                 
                   Dame
                   Natures
                   work
                   ?
                   But
                   yet
                   you
                   ought
                   to
                   raise
                
                 
                   Your selves
                   to
                   higher
                   state
                   .
                   Eternitie
                
                 
                   Is
                   the
                   souls
                   rest
                   ,
                   and
                   everlasting
                   dayes
                   :
                
                 
                   Aspire
                   to
                   this
                   ,
                   and
                   hope
                   for
                   victorie
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   further
                   yet
                   shall
                   prove
                   her
                   immortalitie
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   3.
                   
                   Cant.
                   2.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     From
                     many
                     arguments
                     we
                     show
                  
                   
                     The
                     independencie
                  
                   
                     Of
                     humane
                     souls
                     :
                     That
                     all
                     lives
                     flow
                  
                   
                     From
                     a
                     free
                     Deitie
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   THree
                   apprehensions
                   do
                   my
                   mind
                   divide
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   the
                   souls
                   preexistencie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Before
                   into
                   this
                   outward
                   world
                   she
                   glide
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   hath
                   my
                   Mule
                   with
                   much
                   uncertaintie
                
                 
                   Exprest
                   herself
                   ,
                   so
                   as
                   her
                   phantasie
                
                 
                   Strongly
                   inacted
                   guides
                   her
                   easie
                   pen
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   nought
                   obtrude
                   with
                   sowr
                   anxietie
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   freely
                   offer
                   hints
                   to
                   wiser
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   wise
                   from
                   rash
                   assent
                   in
                   darksome
                   things
                   abstein
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   Or
                   souls
                   be
                   well
                   awake
                   but
                   hovering
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   fixt
                   to
                   ought
                   ,
                   but
                   by
                   a
                   Magick
                   might
                
                 
                   Drawable
                   here
                   and
                   there
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   their
                   wing
                
                 
                   Struck
                   with
                   the
                   steem
                   of
                   this
                   low
                   Mundane
                   spright
                
                 
                   May
                   lower
                   flag
                   and
                   take
                   its
                   stooping
                   flight
                
                 
                   Into
                   some
                   plantall
                   man
                   ,
                   new
                   edified
                
                 
                   By
                   its
                   own
                   plastick
                   point
                   .
                   Or
                   else
                   (
                   deep
                   Night
                
                 
                   Drawn
                   on
                   by
                   drooping
                   phansie
                   )
                   it
                   doth
                   slide
                
                 
                   Into
                   this
                   world
                   ,
                   and
                   by
                   its
                   self
                   that
                   skill
                   is
                   tried
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   Makes
                   to
                   it self
                   this
                   fleshly
                   habitation
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   this
                   worlds
                   spirit
                   hath
                   provok'd
                   these
                   rayes
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   drown
                   in
                   sleep
                   it
                   works
                   that
                   efformation
                
                 
                   Of
                   its
                   own
                   body
                   ,
                   all
                   its
                   parts
                   displayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   doth
                   the
                   senselesse
                   plant
                   .
                   The
                   two
                   next
                   wayes
                
                 
                   Are
                   these
                   :
                   A
                   reall
                   tricentreitie
                   .
                
                 
                   First
                   centre
                   ever
                   wakes
                   ,
                   unmoved
                   stayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hight
                   Intellect
                   .
                   The
                   next
                   in
                   sleep
                   doth
                   lie
                
                 
                   Till
                   the
                   last
                   centre
                   burst
                   into
                   this
                   open
                   skie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   the
                   middle
                   wakes
                   .
                   But
                   the
                   last
                   way
                
                 
                   Makes
                   but
                   one
                   centre
                   ,
                   which
                   doth
                   sleep
                   likewise
                
                 
                   Till
                   its
                   low
                   life
                   hath
                   reach'd
                   this
                   worlds
                   glad
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   fourth
                   we
                   'll
                   adde
                   that
                   we
                   may
                   all
                   comprise
                   .
                
                 
                   Take
                   quite
                   away
                   all
                   preexistencies
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   souls
                   ,
                   and
                   grant
                   they
                   're
                   then
                   first
                   made
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   begin
                   this
                   bodies
                   edifice
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   actually
                   this
                   outward
                   world
                   invade
                   .
                
                 
                   None
                   of
                   these
                   wayes
                   do
                   show
                   that
                   they
                   must
                   ever
                   fade
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   The
                   first
                   way
                   might
                   be
                   well
                   occasioned
                
                 
                   By
                   what
                   we
                   feel
                   in
                   the
                   souls
                   energies
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   works
                   sometime
                   as
                   though
                   she
                   quite
                   had
                   fled
                
                 
                   All
                   commerce
                   with
                   this
                   bulks
                   vitalities
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   falls
                   she
                   down
                   at
                   last
                   and
                   lowly
                   lies
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   base
                   mansion
                   ,
                   is
                   so
                   close
                   contract
                
                 
                   That
                   sleep
                   doth
                   seise
                   her
                   actualities
                   ,
                
                 
                   Retains
                   no
                   memorie
                   of
                   that
                   strange
                   fact
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   of
                   her self
                   that
                   soar'd
                   in
                   that
                   high
                   heavenly
                   tract
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   The
                   second
                   way
                   that
                   makes
                   the
                   soul
                   tricentrall
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   highest
                   awake
                   ,
                   the
                   other
                   with
                   sleep
                   drownd
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   spring
                   from
                   hence
                   .
                   None
                   would
                   vouchsafe
                   the
                   entrall
                
                 
                   Into
                   this
                   life
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   were
                   but
                   once
                   bound
                
                 
                   To
                   that
                   vast
                   cintre
                   where
                   all
                   things
                   are
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hight
                   Intellect
                   .
                   The
                   lowest
                   is
                   not
                   awake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   the
                   midst
                   lies
                   close
                   in
                   sleep
                   upwound
                   .
                
                 
                   Three
                   centres
                   made
                   ,
                   that
                   souls
                   may
                   quite
                   forsake
                
                 
                   This
                   baser
                   world
                   when
                   union
                   with
                   the
                   lowest
                   they
                   break
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   Again
                   ,
                   because
                   this
                   bodie
                   's
                   fashioned
                
                 
                   Without
                   our
                   knowledge
                   ,
                   reason
                   doth
                   suggest
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   could
                   no
                   wise
                   be
                   thus
                   figured
                
                 
                   From
                   our
                   own
                   centre
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   we
                   not
                   prest
                
                 
                   To
                   any
                   adversion
                   .
                   Therefore
                   we
                   are
                   drest
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   grosse
                   clothing
                   by
                   some
                   plantall
                   spright
                
                 
                   Centred
                   in
                   Nature
                   .
                   So
                   that
                   glorious
                   vest
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     Deiform
                     intellect
                  
                   not
                   by
                   our
                   own
                   might
                
                 
                   Is
                   made
                   ,
                   But
                   we
                   have
                   rayes
                   which
                   each
                   of
                   these
                   will
                   fit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   Ardent
                   desire
                   ,
                   strong
                   breathing
                   after
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   length
                   may
                   work
                   us
                   to
                   that
                   better
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   Body
                   or
                   clothing
                   ,
                   that
                   high
                   sure
                   aboad
                
                 
                   That
                   searching
                   weather
                   nor
                   time
                   can
                   deface
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   to
                   go
                   on
                   in
                   our
                   proposed
                   race
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   third
                   and
                   fourth
                   way
                   have
                   the
                   same
                   foundation
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   multiplying
                   beings
                   to
                   surpasse
                
                 
                   Their
                   use
                   .
                   What
                   needs
                   that
                   numerous
                   clos'd
                   centration
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   wastefull
                   sand
                   ytost
                   with
                   boisterous
                   inundation
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   Let
                   wiser
                   clerks
                   the
                   truth
                   dare
                   to
                   define
                
                 
                   I
                   leave
                   it
                   loose
                   for
                   men
                   to
                   muse
                   upon
                
                 
                   View
                   at
                   their
                   leasure
                   :
                   But
                   yet
                   this
                   call
                   mine
                   ;
                
                 
                   Though
                   we
                   should
                   grant
                   the
                   souls
                   condition
                
                 
                   Before
                   its
                   deep
                   incorporation
                
                 
                   Into
                   dull
                   matter
                   to
                   be
                   nothing
                   more
                
                 
                   But
                   bare
                   potentiality
                   ,
                   yet
                   none
                
                 
                   Can
                   prove
                   from
                   thence
                   that
                   it
                   must
                   fade
                   therefore
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   to
                   its
                   earth
                   this
                   earth
                   the
                   trusty
                   fates
                   restore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   For
                   though
                   she
                   and
                   her
                   body
                   be
                   at
                   once
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   of
                   her
                   bodie
                   she
                   doth
                   not
                   depend
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   of
                   her
                   :
                   she
                   doth
                   its
                   members
                   branch
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pierce
                   ,
                   bind
                   ,
                   digest
                   ,
                   and
                   after
                   makes
                   it
                   wend
                
                 
                   At
                   her
                   own
                   will
                   ,
                   when
                   she
                   hath
                   brought
                   to
                   end
                
                 
                   Her
                   curious
                   work
                   ,
                   and
                   hath
                   consolidate
                
                 
                   Its
                   tender
                   limbs
                   which
                   earst
                   did
                   feebly
                   bend
                
                 
                   Through
                   weaknesse
                   ;
                   then
                   this
                   world
                   she
                   contemplates
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   life
                   still
                   blazing
                   higher
                   seeks
                   an
                   heavenly
                   state
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   Breaths
                   after
                   the
                   first
                   fountain
                   of
                   all
                   life
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her
                   sweet
                   creatour
                   ,
                   thither
                   doth
                   aspire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Would
                   see
                   his
                   face
                   ,
                   nor
                   will
                   she
                   cease
                   this
                   strife
                
                 
                   Till
                   he
                   fulfill
                   her
                   thirsty
                   fierce
                   desire
                   :
                
                 
                   Nothing
                   can
                   quench
                   this
                   so
                   deep
                   rooted
                   fire
                
                 
                   But
                   his
                   own
                   presence
                   .
                   So
                   she
                   gins
                   despise
                
                 
                   This
                   bodies
                   pleasures
                   ,
                   ceaseth
                   to
                   admire
                
                 
                   Ought
                   fair
                   or
                   comely
                   to
                   these
                   outward
                   eyes
                   :
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   she
                   do
                   ,
                   from
                   hence
                   she
                   higher
                   doth
                   arise
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   But
                   can
                   she
                   higher
                   rise
                   then
                   her
                   own
                   head
                   ?
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   her
                   spring
                   is
                   God
                   :
                   thence
                   doth
                   she
                   pend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thence
                   did
                   she
                   flow
                   ,
                   thither
                   again
                   she
                   's
                   fled
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   she
                   this
                   life
                   hath
                   lost
                   ,
                   and
                   made
                   an
                   end
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   low
                   earthly
                   course
                   ,
                   she
                   doth
                   ascend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unto
                   her
                   circles
                   ancient
                   Apogie
                
                 
                   Lifted
                   aloft
                   ,
                   not
                   again
                   to
                   descend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   stoups
                   nor
                   sets
                   that
                   sunne
                   ,
                   but
                   standeth
                   free
                
                 
                   On
                   never
                   shaken
                   pillars
                   of
                   Aeternity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   But
                   still
                   this
                   truth
                   more
                   clearly
                   to
                   evince
                   ,
                
                 
                   Remember
                   how
                   all
                   things
                   are
                   from
                   one
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   shall
                   thy
                   reason
                   forceably
                   convince
                
                 
                   That
                   nought
                   but
                   God
                   destroyes
                   a
                   centrall
                   spright
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   he
                   sucks
                   in
                   his
                   beams
                   ,
                   eternall
                   night
                
                 
                   Seiseth
                   upon
                   that
                   life
                   ,
                   that
                   it
                   no'te
                   flow
                
                 
                   In
                   energie
                   ,
                   and
                   hath
                   no
                   being
                   quite
                
                 
                   But
                   Gods
                   own
                   power
                   .
                   He
                   lets
                   his
                   breath
                   out
                   go
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   self-same
                   things
                   again
                   so
                   eas'ly
                   doth
                   he
                   show
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   Let
                   be
                   noon
                   day
                   ,
                   the
                   welk
                   in
                   clear
                   ,
                   the
                   moon
                
                 
                   I'
                   th'
                   nether
                   world
                   ,
                   reflecting
                   the
                   sunnes
                   rayes
                
                 
                   To
                   cheer
                   the
                   irksome
                   night
                   .
                   Well!
                   That
                   being
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   Call
                   out
                   some
                   wondrous
                   might
                   ,
                   that
                   listlesse
                   stayes
                
                 
                   In
                   slower
                   phansies
                   .
                   Bid't
                   break
                   all
                   delayes
                   ;
                
                 
                   Surround
                   with
                   solid
                   dark
                   opacity
                
                 
                   The
                   utmost
                   beams
                   that
                   Phoebus
                   light
                   displayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Softly
                   steal
                   on
                   with
                   equall
                   distancy
                   ,
                
                 
                   Till
                   they
                   have
                   close
                   clapt
                   up
                   all
                   his
                   explendency
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   All
                   's
                   now
                   in
                   darknesse
                   :
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   what
                   's
                   become
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   infinity
                   of
                   rayes
                   that
                   shone
                   ?
                
                 
                   Were
                   second
                   centres
                   from
                   whence
                   out
                   did
                   come
                
                 
                   Other
                   faint
                   beams
                   ?
                   what
                   be
                   they
                   all
                   quite
                   flone
                   ?
                
                 
                   All
                   perish'd
                   quite
                   ?
                   You
                   stiflers
                   now
                   be
                   gone
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   fall
                   that
                   smoring
                   mantle
                   .
                   Do
                   not
                   straight
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   return
                   ?
                   The
                   nether
                   world
                   the
                   moon
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sunne
                   enlightens
                   us
                   .
                   The
                   self
                   fame
                   light
                
                 
                   Now
                   shines
                   ,
                   that
                   shone
                   before
                   this
                   deep
                   and
                   dismall
                   night
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   If
                   not
                   the
                   same
                   .
                   Then
                   like
                   to
                   flowing
                   stream
                
                 
                   You
                   deem
                   the
                   light
                   that
                   passeth
                   still
                   away
                   ,
                
                 
                   New
                   parts
                   ever
                   succeeding
                   .
                   The
                   sunne-beam
                
                 
                   Hath
                   no
                   reflection
                   then
                   ,
                   if
                   it
                   decay
                
                 
                   So
                   fast
                   as
                   it
                   comes
                   forth
                   :
                   Nor
                   were
                   there
                   day
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   it
                   would
                   vanish
                   'fore
                   it
                   could
                   arrive
                
                 
                   At
                   us
                   .
                   But
                   in
                   a
                   moment
                   Sol
                   doth
                   ray
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   end
                   of
                   his
                   long
                   shafts
                   then
                   we
                   conceive
                
                 
                   At
                   once
                   both
                   touch
                   himself
                   and
                   down
                   to
                   us
                   do
                   dive
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   Beside
                   ,
                   this
                   aire
                   is
                   not
                   the
                   sustentation
                
                 
                   Of
                   spreaden
                   light
                   ;
                   for
                   then
                   as
                   it
                   did
                   move
                
                 
                   The
                   light
                   would
                   move
                   .
                   And
                   sturdy
                   conflictation
                
                 
                   Of
                   struggling
                   winds
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   have
                   fiercely
                   strove
                   ,
                
                 
                   Phoebus
                   fair
                   golden
                   locks
                   would
                   rudely
                   move
                
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   their
                   place
                   ;
                   and
                   eastern
                   winds
                   at
                   morn
                
                 
                   Would
                   make
                   more
                   glorious
                   dayes
                   ,
                   while
                   light
                   is
                   drove
                
                 
                   From
                   that
                   bright
                   quarter
                   :
                   southern
                   blasts
                   do
                   burn
                
                 
                   From
                   midday
                   sun
                   ,
                   but
                   yet
                   northwinds
                   like
                   light
                   have
                   born
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   What
                   then
                   must
                   be
                   the
                   channell
                   of
                   this
                   river
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   we
                   'll
                   have
                   light
                   to
                   flow
                   as
                   passing
                   stream
                   ?
                
                 
                   So
                   plain
                   it
                   is
                   that
                   Nature
                   doth
                   dissever
                
                 
                   The
                   light
                   and
                   th'
                   aire
                   ,
                   that
                   those
                   bright
                   sunny
                   beams
                
                 
                   Be
                   not
                   upheld
                   by
                   it
                   ,
                   as
                   the
                   warm
                   gleems
                
                 
                   Or
                   heat
                   that
                   lodgeth
                   there
                   .
                   From
                   this
                   firm
                   might
                
                 
                   Nought
                   leaning
                   on
                   the
                   aire
                   ,
                   well
                   may
                   we
                   'r
                   deem
                
                 
                   Some
                   subtile
                   body
                   ,
                   or
                   some
                   grosser
                   spright
                
                 
                   Depending
                   of
                   fair
                   Phoebus
                   ,
                   of
                   no
                   other
                   wight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   these
                   rayes
                   were
                   forced
                   to
                   retire
                
                 
                   Into
                   their
                   fountain
                   ,
                   they
                   were
                   not
                   so
                   gone
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   the
                   same
                   sprong
                   out
                   from
                   their
                   first
                   fire
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   fine
                   spunne
                   glittering
                   silk
                   crumpled
                   in
                   one
                
                 
                   Changeth
                   not
                   '
                   ●…s
                   individuation
                
                 
                   From
                   what
                   it
                   was
                   ,
                   when
                   it
                   was
                   gaily
                   spread
                
                 
                   In
                   fluttering
                   winds
                   to
                   th'
                   admiration
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   beholder
                   .
                   Thus
                   is
                   nought
                   so
                   dead
                
                 
                   But
                   God
                   can
                   it
                   restore
                   to
                   its
                   old
                   livelyhead
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   the
                   creature
                   's
                   but
                   the
                   out
                   gone-rayes
                
                 
                   Of
                   a
                   free
                   sunne
                   ,
                   and
                   what
                   I
                   meaned
                   most
                
                 
                   Of
                   him
                   alone
                   depend
                   .
                   Hee
                   deads
                   their
                   blaze
                
                 
                   By
                   calling
                   in
                   his
                   breath
                   .
                   Though
                   things
                   be
                   tost
                
                 
                   And
                   strangely
                   chang'd
                   ,
                   yet
                   nought
                   at
                   all
                   is
                   lost
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   he
                   list
                   .
                   Nor
                   then
                   so
                   lost
                   but
                   he
                
                 
                   Can
                   them
                   return
                   .
                   In
                   every
                   thing
                   compost
                
                 
                   Each
                   part
                   of
                   th'
                   essence
                   its
                   centreity
                
                 
                   Keeps
                   to
                   it self
                   ,
                   it
                   shrinks
                   not
                   to
                   a
                   nullity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   When
                   that
                   compounded
                   nature
                   is
                   dissolv'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Each
                   centre
                   's
                   safe
                   ,
                   as
                   safe
                   as
                   second
                   light
                
                 
                   Or
                   drove
                   into
                   the
                   sunne
                   ,
                   or
                   thence
                   out-rol'd
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   all
                   depend
                   on
                   th'
                   Universall
                   spright
                
                 
                   From
                   hight
                   to
                   depth
                   ,
                   as
                   they
                   are
                   ranked
                   right
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   due
                   orders
                   .
                   Lifes
                   full
                   pregnancy
                
                 
                   Breaks
                   out
                   when
                   friendly
                   sympathy
                   doth
                   smite
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   higher
                   rank
                   the
                   higher
                   enegie
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   natures
                   lowly
                   lap
                   to
                   Gods
                   sublimity
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   But
                   well
                   may
                   man
                   be
                   call'd
                   the
                   epitome
                
                 
                   Of
                   all
                   things
                   .
                   Therefore
                   no
                   low
                   life
                   him
                   made
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   highest
                   holds
                   all
                   in
                   his
                   capacity
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   mans
                   soul
                   from
                   Gods
                   own
                   life
                   outray'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   outgone
                   Centre
                   's
                   on
                   that
                   centre
                   staid
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   disadvantage
                   then
                   can
                   the
                   decay
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   poore
                   carcase
                   do
                   ,
                   when
                   it
                   doth
                   fade
                   ?
                
                 
                   The
                   soul
                   no
                   more
                   depends
                   on
                   this
                   frail
                   clay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   on
                   our
                   eye
                   depends
                   bright
                   Phoebus
                   glist'ring
                   ray
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   But
                   in
                   this
                   argument
                   we
                   'll
                   no
                   longer
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Consider
                   now
                   the
                   souls
                   conversion
                
                 
                   Into
                   it self
                   .
                   Nought
                   divisible
                   may
                
                 
                   Close
                   with
                   it self
                   by
                   revolution
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   then
                   or
                   part
                   in
                   this
                   reflexion
                
                 
                   Is
                   drove
                   into
                   a
                   part
                   ,
                   or
                   part
                   to
                   th'
                   whole
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   whole
                   to
                   part
                   ,
                   or
                   near
                   compression
                
                 
                   The
                   whole
                   into
                   the
                   whole
                   doth
                   closely
                   roll
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   easly
                   all
                   these
                   wayes
                   right
                   reason
                   will
                   controll
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   If
                   part
                   turn
                   into
                   part
                   ,
                   part
                   into
                   whole
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whole
                   into
                   part
                   ,
                   the
                   thing
                   doth
                   not
                   convert
                
                 
                   Into
                   it self
                   ;
                   the
                   thing
                   it self
                   is
                   all
                
                 
                   Not
                   part
                   of
                   't
                   self
                   :
                   if
                   all
                   to
                   all
                   revert
                   ,
                
                 
                   Each
                   part
                   then
                   into
                   each
                   part
                   is
                   insert
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   tell
                   me
                   then
                   how
                   is
                   their
                   quantity
                
                 
                   If
                   every
                   part
                   with
                   each
                   part
                   is
                   refert
                   ?
                
                 
                   Thus
                   swallowed
                   up
                   ,
                   they
                   'll
                   have
                   no
                   distancy
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   you
                   destroy
                   suppos'd
                   divirsibilitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   that
                   thing
                   is
                   individuous
                
                 
                   What
                   ever
                   can
                   into
                   it self
                   reflect
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   is
                   the
                   soul
                   as
                   hath
                   been
                   prov'd
                   by
                   us
                
                 
                   Before
                   ,
                   and
                   further
                   now
                   we
                   do
                   detect
                
                 
                   By
                   its
                   foure
                   wheels
                   :
                   The
                   first
                   hight
                   Intellect
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wherewith
                   she
                   drives
                   into
                   her
                   Nature
                   deep
                
                 
                   And
                   finds
                   it
                   out
                   ;
                   next
                   Will
                   ,
                   this
                   doth
                   affect
                
                 
                   Her self
                   found
                   out
                   .
                   Her self
                   then
                   out
                   doth
                   peep
                
                 
                   Into
                   these
                   acts
                   ,
                   she
                   into
                   both
                   doth
                   easly
                   creep
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   conversion's
                   from
                   the
                   body
                   free
                   ;
                
                 
                   Begins
                   not
                   thence
                   ,
                   nor
                   thither
                   doth
                   return
                   :
                
                 
                   Nor
                   is
                   the
                   soul
                   worse
                   then
                   its
                   energie
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   in
                   its
                   acts
                   it
                   be
                   far
                   higher
                   born
                
                 
                   Then
                   they
                   should
                   pend
                   on
                   this
                   base
                   bulk
                   forlorn
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   also
                   she
                   hath
                   no
                   dependency
                
                 
                   Upon
                   this
                   body
                   ,
                   but
                   may
                   safely
                   scorn
                
                 
                   That
                   low
                   condition
                   of
                   servility
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   blame
                   all
                   that
                   averre
                   that
                   false
                   necessity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   If
                   she
                   should
                   issue
                   from
                   this
                   nether
                   spring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nearer
                   she
                   kept
                   to
                   her
                   originall
                
                 
                   She
                   were
                   the
                   stronger
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   works
                   would
                   bring
                
                 
                   To
                   more
                   perfection
                   ;
                   but
                   alas
                   !
                   they
                   fall
                
                 
                   They
                   fail
                   by
                   near
                   approch
                   .
                   The
                   best
                   of
                   all
                
                 
                   Wax
                   weak
                   and
                   faint
                   by
                   too
                   close
                   union
                
                 
                   With
                   this
                   foul
                   fount
                   .
                   Might
                   intellectuall
                
                 
                   Grows
                   misty
                   by
                   this
                   strait
                   conjunction
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   will
                   is
                   woxen
                   weak
                   ,
                   its
                   vigour
                   quite
                   is
                   gone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   But
                   O!
                   how
                   oft
                   when
                   she
                   her self
                   doth
                   cut
                
                 
                   From
                   nearer
                   commerce
                   with
                   the
                   low
                   delight
                
                 
                   Of
                   things
                   corporeall
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   eyes
                   doth
                   shut
                
                 
                   To
                   those
                   false
                   fading
                   lights
                   ,
                   she
                   feels
                   her
                   spright
                
                 
                   Fill'd
                   with
                   excessive
                   pleasure
                   ,
                   such
                   a
                   plight
                
                 
                   She
                   finds
                   that
                   it
                   doth
                   fully
                   satisfie
                
                 
                   Her
                   thirsty
                   life
                   .
                   Then
                   reason
                   shines
                   out
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   holy
                   love
                   with
                   mild
                   serenity
                
                 
                   Doth
                   hug
                   her
                   harmlesse
                   self
                   in
                   this
                   her
                   purity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   What
                   grave
                   monitions
                   and
                   sure
                   prophesie
                
                 
                   Have
                   men
                   in
                   sicknesse
                   left
                   ?
                   a
                   true
                   testation
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   souls
                   utter
                   independency
                
                 
                   On
                   this
                   poore
                   crasie
                   corse
                   .
                   May
                   that
                   narration
                
                 
                   Of
                   Aristotles
                   move
                   easie
                   perswasion
                
                 
                   Of
                   his
                   Eudemus
                   ,
                   to
                   whom
                   sic●…
                   at
                   Phere
                
                 
                   While
                   sleep
                   his
                   senses
                   bound
                   ,
                   this
                   revelation
                
                 
                   A
                   gentle
                   youth
                   did
                   bring
                   with
                   goodly
                   cheer
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   jolly
                   blith
                   deportment
                   ,
                   chacing
                   needlesse
                   fear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   Told
                   him
                   that
                   sicknesse
                   would
                   not
                   mortall
                   prove
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   should
                   grow
                   well
                   e'r
                   long
                   ,
                   but
                   deaths
                   drad
                   power
                
                 
                   On
                   that
                   towns
                   tyrant
                   should
                   be
                   shortly
                   drove
                   ,
                
                 
                   Swift
                   vengeance
                   on
                   his
                   cursed
                   head
                   should
                   showr
                   :
                
                 
                   Both
                   proved
                   true
                   .
                   I
                   could
                   in
                   plenty
                   poure
                
                 
                   Such
                   like
                   examples
                   ,
                   as
                   of
                   Pherecyde
                   ,
                
                 
                   Calanus
                   ,
                   him
                   of
                   Rhodes
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   more
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   it
                   is
                   needlesse
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   a
                   truth
                   well
                   tried
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   higher
                   works
                   the
                   soul
                   the
                   more
                   it
                   is
                   untied
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   Then
                   quite
                   set
                   loose
                   from
                   this
                   bulks
                   heavy
                   chain
                
                 
                   She
                   is
                   in
                   happiest
                   plight
                   ,
                   so
                   far
                   she
                   is
                
                 
                   From
                   being
                   nought
                   or
                   perishing
                   .
                   Again
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   find
                   such
                   utter
                   contrarieties
                
                 
                   Betwixt
                   the
                   bodies
                   and
                   her
                   energies
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   can
                   no
                   wayes
                   think
                   she
                   pends
                   at
                   all
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   with
                   which
                   she
                   has
                   such
                   repugnancies
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   thing
                   doth
                   fight
                   with
                   its
                   Originall
                   ?
                
                 
                   The
                   spring
                   and
                   stream
                   be
                   alwayes
                   homogeneall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   high
                   heaven-born
                   soul
                   sprung
                   out
                   from
                   Jove
                
                 
                   Ever
                   is
                   clashing
                   with
                   the
                   foolery
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   dull
                   body
                   ,
                   which
                   the
                   sense
                   doth
                   love
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   erring
                   phansie
                   .
                   It
                   were
                   long
                   to
                   trie
                
                 
                   In
                   every
                   thing
                   :
                   O
                   how
                   't
                   would
                   magnifie
                
                 
                   The
                   height
                   of
                   pleasures
                   that
                   fall
                   under
                   sense
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   well
                   describ'd
                   would-prove
                   its
                   Deity
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   vast
                   round
                   body
                   cloth'd
                   with
                   th'
                   excellence
                
                 
                   Of
                   glorious
                   glistring
                   light
                   through
                   the
                   wide
                   aire
                   extense
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   33
                
                 
                   Bravely
                   adorn'd
                   with
                   diverse
                   colours
                   gay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   infinite
                   varieties
                   that
                   shine
                
                 
                   With
                   wond'rous
                   brightnesse
                   ,
                   varnish'd
                   with
                   the
                   ray
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   clear
                   light
                   ,
                   with
                   motion
                   circuline
                
                 
                   Let
                   turn
                   about
                   and
                   stir
                   up
                   sounds
                   divine
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   sweetly
                   may
                   affect
                   th'
                   attentive
                   eare
                   .
                
                 
                   Adde
                   fragrant
                   odours
                   wast
                   with
                   gentle
                   wind
                   ,
                
                 
                   Adde
                   pleasant
                   taste
                   ,
                   soft
                   touch
                   to
                   Venus
                   dear
                   ;
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   bodies
                   God
                   ,
                   this
                   is
                   its
                   highest
                   sphere
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   But
                   from
                   far
                   higher
                   place
                   and
                   brighter
                   light
                
                 
                   Our
                   reason
                   checks
                   us
                   for
                   this
                   vanity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Calls
                   to
                   us
                   ,
                   warns
                   us
                   that
                   that
                   empty
                   sight
                
                 
                   Lead
                   not
                   our
                   soul
                   unto
                   Idolatry
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   us
                   not
                   rest
                   in
                   easie
                   falsitie
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   thou
                   be
                   stirred
                   up
                   by
                   working
                   sire
                
                 
                   To
                   search
                   out
                   God
                   ,
                   to
                   find
                   the
                   Deity
                   .
                
                 
                   Take
                   to
                   thy self
                   not
                   what
                   thine
                   eyes
                   admire
                
                 
                   Or
                   any
                   outward
                   sense
                   ,
                   or
                   what
                   sense
                   can
                   desire
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   Behold
                   a
                   light
                   far
                   brighter
                   then
                   the
                   Sunne
                   !
                
                 
                   The
                   Sun
                   's
                   a
                   shadow
                   if
                   you
                   them
                   compare
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   grosse
                   Cimmerian
                   mist
                   ;
                   the
                   fairest
                   Noon
                
                 
                   Exceeds
                   not
                   the
                   meridian
                   night
                   so
                   far
                
                 
                   As
                   that
                   light
                   doth
                   the
                   Sun.
                   So
                   perfect
                   clear
                
                 
                   So
                   perfect
                   pure
                   it
                   is
                   ,
                   that
                   outward
                   eye
                
                 
                   Cannot
                   behold
                   this
                   inward
                   subtile
                   starre
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   indisperst
                   is
                   this
                   bright
                   Majesty
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   every
                   where
                   out
                   shining
                   in
                   in
                   finitie
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   36
                
                 
                   Unplac'd
                   ,
                   unparted
                   ,
                   one
                   close
                   Unity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   omnipresent
                   ;
                   all
                   things
                   ,
                   yet
                   but
                   one
                   ;
                
                 
                   Not
                   streak'd
                   with
                   gaudy
                   multiplicity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pure
                   light
                   without
                   discolouration
                   ,
                
                 
                   Stable
                   without
                   circumvolution
                   ,
                
                 
                   Eternall
                   rest
                   ,
                   joy
                   without
                   passing
                   sound
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   sound
                   is
                   made
                   without
                   collision
                   ?
                
                 
                   Smell
                   ,
                   taste
                   ,
                   and
                   touch
                   make
                   God
                   a
                   grosse
                   compound
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   truth
                   of
                   all
                   that
                   's
                   good
                   is
                   perfectly
                   here
                   found
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   37
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   a
                   riddle
                   unto
                   outward
                   sense
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   heavie
                   phansie
                   ,
                   that
                   can
                   rise
                   no
                   higher
                
                 
                   Then
                   outward
                   senses
                   ,
                   knows
                   no
                   excellence
                
                 
                   But
                   what
                   those
                   five
                   do
                   faithfully
                   inspire
                
                 
                   From
                   their
                   great
                   god
                   ,
                   this
                   world
                   ;
                   nor
                   do
                   desire
                
                 
                   More
                   then
                   they
                   know
                   :
                   wherefore
                   to
                   consopite
                
                 
                   Or
                   quench
                   this
                   false
                   light
                   of
                   bold
                   phansies
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Surely
                   must
                   be
                   an
                   act
                   contrary
                   quite
                
                 
                   Unto
                   this
                   bodies
                   life
                   ,
                   and
                   its
                   low
                   groveling
                   spright
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   38
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   the
                   body
                   's
                   not
                   originall
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   soul
                   when
                   it
                   doth
                   thus
                   resist
                
                 
                   That
                   principle
                   :
                   which
                   still
                   more
                   clearly
                   shall
                
                 
                   Be
                   proved
                   .
                   Oft
                   when
                   either
                   drowsie
                   mists
                
                 
                   Provoke
                   to
                   sleep
                   ,
                   or
                   worst
                   of
                   senses
                   lists
                
                 
                   To
                   ease
                   its
                   swelling
                   veins
                   ,
                   or
                   stomach
                   craves
                
                 
                   Its
                   wonted
                   food
                   ,
                   that
                   it
                   too
                   long
                   hath
                   mist
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   our
                   dry
                   lungs
                   cool
                   liquor
                   fain
                   would
                   have
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   when
                   in
                   warre
                   our
                   heart
                   suggests
                   the
                   fear
                   of
                   grave
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   39
                
                 
                   Yet
                   high
                   desire
                   of
                   truth
                   ,
                   and
                   deep
                   insight
                
                 
                   Into
                   Gods
                   mystery
                   makes
                   us
                   command
                
                 
                   These
                   low
                   attractions
                   ;
                   and
                   our
                   countries
                   right
                
                 
                   Bids
                   march
                   on
                   bravely
                   ,
                   stout
                   and
                   stifly
                   stand
                
                 
                   In
                   bloudy
                   fight
                   ,
                   and
                   try
                   't
                   by
                   strength
                   of
                   hand
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   truth
                   and
                   honesty
                   so
                   sway
                   our
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   no
                   longer
                   doubt
                   to
                   break
                   the
                   band
                
                 
                   Of
                   lower
                   Nature
                   ,
                   and
                   this
                   body
                   kill
                
                 
                   Or
                   vex
                   ,
                   so
                   we
                   the
                   Laws
                   of
                   reason
                   may
                   fulfill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   40
                
                 
                   This
                   proves
                   the
                   soul
                   to
                   sit
                   at
                   liberty
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   wedg'd
                   into
                   this
                   masse
                   of
                   earth
                   ,
                   but
                   free
                
                 
                   Unloos'd
                   from
                   any
                   strong
                   necessity
                
                 
                   To
                   do
                   the
                   bodies
                   dictates
                   ,
                   while
                   we
                   see
                
                 
                   Clear
                   reason
                   shining
                   in
                   serenity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Calling
                   above
                   unto
                   us
                   ,
                   pointing
                   to
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   right
                   and
                   decent
                   ,
                   what
                   doth
                   best
                   agree
                
                 
                   With
                   those
                   sweet
                   lovely
                   Ideas
                   that
                   do
                   show
                
                 
                   Some
                   glimps
                   of
                   their
                   pure
                   light
                   .
                   So
                   Sol
                   through
                   clouds
                   doth
                   flow
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   41
                
                 
                   How
                   oft
                   do
                   we
                   neglect
                   this
                   bodies
                   life
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   outward
                   comely
                   plight
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   adorn
                
                 
                   Our
                   soul
                   with
                   virtuous
                   ornaments
                   ?
                   and
                   strive
                
                 
                   To
                   fat
                   our
                   mind
                   with
                   truth
                   ,
                   while
                   it
                   's
                   forlorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Squallid
                   ,
                   half-nasty
                   ,
                   pallid
                   ,
                   wan
                   ,
                   deform
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   this
                   desire
                   from
                   the
                   base
                   body
                   spring
                   ?
                
                 
                   No
                   sure
                   such
                   brave
                   atchievements
                   be
                   yborn
                
                 
                   Within
                   the
                   soul
                   ,
                   tend
                   to
                   her
                   perfecting
                   ,
                
                 
                   See
                   th'
                   independent
                   mind
                   in
                   her self
                   circuling
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   42
                
                 
                   Best
                   plight
                   of
                   body
                   hinders
                   such
                   like
                   acts
                   .
                
                 
                   How
                   doth
                   she
                   then
                   upon
                   the
                   body
                   pend
                   ?
                
                 
                   To
                   do
                   those
                   subtle
                   ,
                   high
                   ,
                   pure
                   ,
                   heavenly
                   facts
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   ?
                   doth
                   the
                   Sun
                   his
                   rayes
                   that
                   he
                   out-sends
                
                 
                   Smother
                   or
                   choke
                   ?
                   though
                   clouds
                   that
                   upward
                   wend
                
                 
                   May
                   raised
                   be
                   by
                   him
                   ,
                   yet
                   of
                   those
                   clouds
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   doth
                   congregate
                   he
                   no'te
                   depend
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   doth
                   the
                   soul
                   that
                   in
                   this
                   flesh
                   doth
                   croud
                
                 
                   Her self
                   rely
                   on
                   that
                   thick
                   vapour
                   where
                   she
                   's
                   shroud
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   43
                
                 
                   But
                   still
                   to
                   prove
                   it
                   clearer
                   :
                   If
                   the
                   mind
                
                 
                   Without
                   the
                   bodyes
                   help
                   can
                   operate
                
                 
                   Of
                   its
                   own
                   self
                   ,
                   then
                   nothing
                   can
                   we
                   find
                
                 
                   To
                   scruple
                   at
                   ,
                   but
                   that
                   souls
                   separate
                
                 
                   Safely
                   exist
                   ,
                   not
                   subject
                   unto
                   fate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nothing
                   depending
                   on
                   their
                   carcases
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   should
                   fade
                   when
                   those
                   be
                   ruinate
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   first
                   perpend
                   well
                   both
                   their
                   energies
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   may
                   better
                   see
                   their
                   independencies
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   44
                
                 
                   The
                   living
                   body
                   where
                   the
                   soul
                   doth
                   '
                   bide
                
                 
                   These
                   functions
                   hath
                   ,
                   phansie
                   ,
                   sense
                   ,
                   memory
                   .
                
                 
                   How
                   into
                   sense
                   these
                   outward
                   forms
                   do
                   glide
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   already
                   told
                   .
                   Vitality
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     presentisick
                     circularity
                  
                
                 
                   Is
                   spread
                   through
                   all
                   :
                   there
                   is
                   one
                   Mundane
                   spright
                
                 
                   And
                   body
                   ,
                   vitall
                   corporality
                
                 
                   We
                   have
                   from
                   hence
                   .
                   Our
                   souls
                   be
                   counite
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   worlds
                   spright
                   and
                   body
                   ,
                   with
                   these
                   herself
                   she
                   has
                   dight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   45
                
                 
                   Our
                   body
                   struck
                   by
                   evolution
                
                 
                   Of
                   outward
                   forms
                   spread
                   in
                   the
                   worlds
                   vast
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   listning
                   mind
                   by
                   its
                   adversion
                
                 
                   Doth
                   notice
                   take
                   ,
                   but
                   nothing
                   is
                   empight
                
                 
                   In
                   it
                   .
                   Of
                   old
                   Gods
                   hand
                   did
                   all
                   forms
                   write
                
                 
                   In
                   humane
                   souls
                   ,
                   which
                   waken
                   at
                   the
                   knock
                
                 
                   Of
                   Mundane
                   shapes
                   .
                   If
                   they
                   were
                   naked
                   quite
                
                 
                   Of
                   innate
                   forms
                   ,
                   though
                   heaven
                   and
                   earth
                   should
                   rock
                
                 
                   With
                   roring
                   winds
                   ,
                   they
                   'd
                   heare
                   no
                   more
                   then
                   sensles
                   stock
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   46
                
                 
                   Phansy's
                   th'
                   impression
                   of
                   those
                   forms
                   that
                   flit
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   low
                   life
                   :
                   They
                   oft
                   continue
                   long
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   our
                   spright
                   more
                   potently
                   is
                   hit
                
                 
                   By
                   their
                   incursions
                   and
                   appulses
                   strong
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   heated
                   water
                   ,
                   though
                   a
                   while
                   but
                   hung
                
                 
                   On
                   fiercer
                   fire
                   ,
                   an
                   hot
                   impression
                
                 
                   Long
                   time
                   retains
                   ;
                   so
                   forms
                   more
                   stoutly
                   flung
                
                 
                   Against
                   our
                   spright
                   make
                   deep
                   insculption
                   ;
                
                 
                   Long
                   time
                   it
                   is
                   till
                   their
                   clear
                   abolition
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   47
                
                 
                   Hence
                   springeth
                   that
                   which
                   men
                   call
                   memory
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   outward
                   object
                   doth
                   characterize
                
                 
                   Our
                   inward
                   
                     common
                     spright
                  
                   ;
                   of
                   when
                   that
                   we
                
                 
                   From
                   our
                   own
                   soul
                   stir
                   up
                   clear
                   phantasies
                
                 
                   Which
                   be
                   our
                   own
                   elicited
                   Idees
                   ,
                
                 
                   Springing
                   from
                   our
                   own
                   contrall
                   life
                   ,
                   by
                   might
                
                 
                   Of
                   our
                   strong
                   Fiat
                   as
                   oft
                   as
                   we
                   please
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   these
                   we
                   seal
                   that
                   under
                   grosser
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   that
                   our
                   note-book
                   ,
                   there
                   our
                   choisest
                   notions
                   write
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   48
                
                 
                   But
                   sith
                   it
                   is
                   not
                   any
                   part
                   of
                   us
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   longeth
                   unto
                   the
                   great
                   world
                   ,
                   it
                   must
                
                 
                   Be
                   chang'd
                   ;
                   for
                   course
                   of
                   time
                   voraginous
                
                 
                   With
                   rapid
                   force
                   is
                   violently
                   just
                   ,
                
                 
                   Makes
                   each
                   thing
                   pay
                   with
                   what
                   it
                   was
                   intrust
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   common
                   life
                   sucks
                   back
                   the
                   common
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   body
                   backward
                   falls
                   into
                   the
                   dust
                   ;
                
                 
                   It
                   doth
                   it
                   by
                   degrees
                   .
                   Hence
                   phancie
                   ,
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   memorie
                   in
                   age
                   do
                   not
                   their
                   functions
                   right
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   49
                
                 
                   Often
                   disease
                   ,
                   or
                   some
                   hard
                   casualtie
                
                 
                   Doth
                   hurt
                   this
                   spirit
                   ,
                   that
                   a
                   man
                   doth
                   lose
                
                 
                   The
                   use
                   of
                   sense
                   ,
                   wit
                   ,
                   phansie
                   ,
                   memorie
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   hence
                   rash
                   men
                   our
                   souls
                   mortall
                   suppose
                
                 
                   Through
                   their
                   rude
                   ignorance
                   ;
                   but
                   to
                   disclose
                
                 
                   The
                   very
                   truth
                   ,
                   our
                   soul
                   's
                   in
                   safetie
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   distemper
                   ,
                   that
                   doth
                   ill
                   dispose
                
                 
                   Her
                   under
                   spright
                   .
                   But
                   her
                   sad
                   miserie
                
                 
                   Is
                   that
                   so
                   close
                   she
                   's
                   tied
                   in
                   a
                   prone
                   Unitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   50
                
                 
                   Leans
                   on
                   this
                   bodies
                   false
                   vitalitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seeks
                   for
                   things
                   there
                   ,
                   not
                   in
                   herself
                   nor
                   higher
                   ,
                
                 
                   Extremely
                   loves
                   this
                   bodies
                   company
                   ,
                
                 
                   Trusts
                   in
                   its
                   life
                   ,
                   thither
                   bends
                   her
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   it
                   gins
                   to
                   fail
                   ,
                   she
                   's
                   left
                   i'
                   th'
                   mire
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   hard
                   upon
                   us
                   hangs
                   th'
                   Eternall
                   light
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     ever-live
                     Idees
                  
                   ,
                   the
                   lamping
                   fire
                
                 
                   Of
                   lasting
                   Intellect
                   ,
                   whose
                   nearnesse
                   might
                
                 
                   Illumine
                   ,
                   were
                   our
                   minds
                   not
                   lost
                   in
                   that
                   frail
                   spright
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   51
                
                 
                   That
                   spright
                   and
                   we
                   are
                   plain
                   another
                   thing
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   now
                   I
                   'll
                   clearly
                   show
                   that
                   we
                   may
                   see
                
                 
                   Our
                   independence
                   on
                   its
                   existing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   I
                   must
                   prove
                   by
                   eithers
                   energie
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   spright
                   hath
                   no
                   preceptibilitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   her
                   impressions
                   :
                   Phantasie
                   nor
                   sense
                
                 
                   Perceive
                   themselves
                   ;
                   often
                   with
                   open
                   eye
                
                 
                   We
                   look
                   upon
                   a
                   man
                   in
                   our
                   presence
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   yet
                   of
                   that
                   near
                   object
                   have
                   no
                   cognoscence
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   52
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   of
                   Phansies
                   that
                   be
                   fresh
                   enough
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   deeply
                   seald
                   upon
                   that
                   lower
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   we
                   seek
                   them
                   out
                   and
                   pierce
                   them
                   through
                
                 
                   With
                   aiming
                   animadversion
                   ,
                   they
                   in
                   night
                
                 
                   Do
                   lurk
                   unknown
                   to
                   us
                   ,
                   though
                   they
                   be
                   bright
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   own
                   selves
                   .
                   Again
                   ,
                   some
                   object
                   may
                
                 
                   In
                   its
                   great
                   vigour
                   ,
                   lustre
                   ,
                   sweying
                   might
                
                 
                   This
                   spirit
                   wound
                   by
                   its
                   fierce
                   riving
                   ray
                   ;
                
                 
                   Our
                   sight
                   is
                   hurt
                   by
                   th'
                   eye
                   of
                   the
                   broad
                   blasing
                   day
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   53
                
                 
                   Beside
                   the
                   senses
                   each
                   one
                   are
                   restraind
                
                 
                   To
                   its
                   own
                   object
                   :
                   so
                   ●…s
                   Phantasie
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   in
                   the
                   spirits
                   compasse
                   is
                   containd
                   ;
                
                 
                   As
                   likewise
                   the
                   low
                   naturall
                   memorie
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   sooth
                   to
                   say
                   ,
                   by
                   a
                   strong
                   sympathie
                
                 
                   We
                   both
                   are
                   mov'd
                   by
                   these
                   ,
                   and
                   these
                   do
                   move
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   the
                   light
                   spider
                   that
                   makes
                   at
                   a
                   flie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Her self
                   now
                   moves
                   the
                   web
                   she
                   subt'ly
                   wove
                   ,
                
                 
                   Mov'd
                   first
                   by
                   her
                   own
                   web
                   ,
                   when
                   here
                   the
                   flie
                   did
                   rove
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   54
                
                 
                   Like
                   spider
                   in
                   her
                   web
                   ,
                   so
                   do
                   we
                   sit
                
                 
                   Within
                   this
                   spirit
                   ,
                   and
                   if
                   ought
                   do
                   shake
                
                 
                   This
                   subtil
                   loom
                   we
                   feel
                   as
                   it
                   doth
                   hit
                   ;
                
                 
                   Most
                   part
                   into
                   adversion
                   we
                   awake
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unlesse
                   we
                   chance
                   into
                   our selves
                   betake
                
                 
                   Our selves
                   ,
                   or
                   listen
                   to
                   the
                   lucid
                   voice
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'intellect
                   ,
                   which
                   these
                   low
                   tumults
                   slake
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   our
                   own
                   selves
                   judge
                   of
                   what
                   ere
                   accloyes
                
                 
                   Our
                   muddied
                   mind
                   ,
                   or
                   what
                   lifts
                   up
                   to
                   heavenly
                   joyes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   55
                
                 
                   All
                   the
                   five
                   senses
                   ,
                   Phansie
                   ,
                   Memorie
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   feel
                   their
                   work
                   ,
                   distinguish
                   and
                   compare
                   ,
                
                 
                   Find
                   out
                   their
                   natures
                   by
                   the
                   subtiltie
                
                 
                   Of
                   sifting
                   reason
                   .
                   Then
                   they
                   objects
                   are
                
                 
                   Of
                   th'
                   understanding
                   ,
                   bear
                   no
                   greater
                   share
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   same
                   act
                   then
                   objects
                   wont
                   to
                   do
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   two
                   realties
                   distinguish'd
                   clear
                   ▪
                
                 
                   One
                   from
                   the
                   other
                   ,
                   as
                   I
                   erst
                   did
                   show
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   knows
                   that
                   spright
                   ,
                   that
                   sprigh
                   ▪
                   our
                   soul
                   can
                   never
                   know
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   56
                
                 
                   Sense
                   ,
                   Phansie
                   ,
                   Memorie
                   ,
                   as
                   afore
                   was
                   said
                
                 
                   Be
                   hurt
                   by
                   stronger
                   objects
                   ,
                   or
                   be
                   spoild
                
                 
                   By
                   longer
                   exercise
                   :
                   Our
                   soul
                   ne're
                   fades
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   doth
                   its
                   spright
                   commiserate
                   long
                   toild
                
                 
                   With
                   agitation
                   ,
                   when
                   it
                   feels
                   it
                   moild
                
                 
                   Descends
                   to
                   comfort
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   gives
                   it
                   rest
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   she
                   grows
                   quicker
                   ,
                   vaster
                   ,
                   never
                   foild
                
                 
                   With
                   contemplations
                   that
                   this
                   spright
                   molest
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   inward
                   soul
                   's
                   renew'd
                   as
                   cannot
                   be
                   exprest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   57
                
                 
                   How
                   soul
                   and
                   spright
                   be
                   severed
                   we
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   how
                   't
                   works
                   by
                   it self
                   is
                   not
                   yet
                   shown
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   mean
                   without
                   this
                   sprights
                   assistencie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   not
                   quite
                   by
                   its
                   self
                   .
                   High
                   light
                   doth
                   crown
                
                 
                   Its
                   summitie
                   ,
                   when
                   sleep
                   that
                   spright
                   doth
                   drown
                
                 
                   Wrapt
                   into
                   highest
                   heavens
                   in
                   ecstasie
                
                 
                   It
                   sees
                   such
                   things
                   as
                   would
                   low
                   life
                   confound
                   ,
                
                 
                   Enrage
                   with
                   a
                   tumultuous
                   agonie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Burst
                   this
                   pent
                   spright
                   for
                   want
                   of
                   fit
                   capacitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   58
                
                 
                   Then
                   it
                   is
                   joynd
                   with
                   the
                   
                     Eternall
                     Idees
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   move
                   our
                   souls
                   as
                   sights
                   do
                   here
                   below
                   :
                
                 
                   Joynd
                   with
                   the
                   spright
                   of
                   God
                   we
                   gaze
                   on
                   these
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   by
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spright
                   th'
                   out-world
                   we
                   know
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   soul
                   hangs
                   twixt
                   them
                   both
                   ,
                   and
                   there
                   doth
                   go
                
                 
                   Where
                   either
                   spright
                   doth
                   snatch
                   her
                   .
                   Either
                   raise
                
                 
                   Her
                   inward
                   forms
                   ,
                   which
                   leap
                   out
                   nothing-slow
                
                 
                   When
                   sympathie
                   them
                   calls
                   .
                   Thus
                   she
                   displayes
                
                 
                   Her
                   inward
                   life
                   ,
                   Gods
                   light
                   views
                   with
                   her
                   wakened
                   rayes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   59
                
                 
                   When
                   we
                   confute
                   a
                   pregnant
                   falsitie
                
                 
                   Cloth'd
                   with
                   strong
                   phantasms
                   in
                   our
                   snared
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   this
                   suppose
                   ,
                   The
                   earths
                   stabilitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   help
                   can
                   we
                   in
                   our
                   low
                   phansie
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   Possest
                   of
                   this
                   impression
                   ?
                   what
                   shall
                   bind
                
                 
                   This
                   stubborn
                   falshood
                   so
                   inveterate
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   spright
                   so
                   stifly
                   set
                   can't
                   be
                   inclin'd
                
                 
                   By
                   ought
                   but
                   by
                   the
                   soul
                   that
                   contemplates
                
                 
                   Truth
                   by
                   her self
                   ,
                   brings
                   out
                   her
                   forms
                   that
                   be
                   innate
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   60
                
                 
                   Flies
                   she
                   to
                   sense
                   ?
                   sense
                   pleads
                   for
                   Ptolemee
                   ?
                
                 
                   Flies
                   she
                   to
                   her
                   low
                   phansie
                   ?
                   that
                   's
                   so
                   swayd
                
                 
                   By
                   sense
                   ,
                   and
                   fore-imprest
                   Astronomie
                
                 
                   By
                   botch'd
                   inculcate
                   paradigmes
                   made
                
                 
                   By
                   senses
                   dictate
                   ,
                   that
                   they
                   'll
                   both
                   perswade
                
                 
                   That
                   Philolaus
                   and
                   wise
                   Heraclide
                
                 
                   Be
                   frantick
                   both
                   ,
                   Copernicus
                   twice
                   mad
                   .
                
                 
                   She
                   cannot
                   then
                   this
                   question
                   well
                   decide
                
                 
                   By
                   ought
                   but
                   her
                   own
                   forms
                   that
                   in
                   her self
                   reside
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   61
                
                 
                   Which
                   she
                   calls
                   out
                   unto
                   her
                   faithfull
                   aid
                   ,
                
                 
                   Commands
                   deep
                   silence
                   to
                   fond
                   phantasie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   odious
                   prating
                   truth
                   I
                   ath
                   oft
                   betraid
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   its
                   stead
                   brought
                   in
                   rash
                   falsitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seated
                   in
                   sowr
                   inert
                   stupiditie
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   farewell
                   sense
                   ,
                   and
                   what
                   from
                   sense
                   hath
                   sprong
                   ,
                
                 
                   Saith
                   she
                   ,
                   I
                   'll
                   contemplate
                   in
                   puritie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   quit
                   my self
                   of
                   that
                   tumultuous
                   throng
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   then
                   she
                   finds
                   shall
                   be
                   unfold
                   in
                   my
                   next
                   song
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   3.
                   
                   Cant.
                   3.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     That
                     th'
                     earth
                     doth
                     move
                     ,
                     proofs
                     Physicall
                  
                   
                     Unto
                     us
                     do
                     descrie
                     ;
                  
                   
                     Adde
                     reasons
                     Theosophicall
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Al
                     's
                     '
                     adde
                     Astronomie
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   BLest
                   souls
                   first
                   Authours
                   of
                   Astronomie
                   !
                
                 
                   Who
                   clomb
                   the
                   heavens
                   with
                   your
                   high
                   reaching
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   S●…al'd
                   the
                   high
                   battlements
                   of
                   the
                   lofty
                   skie
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   whom
                   compar'd
                   this
                   earth
                   a
                   point
                   you
                   find
                   ;
                
                 
                   Your
                   bodies
                   lesse
                   ,
                   what
                   measure
                   hath
                   defin'd
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   art
                   that
                   mighty
                   vastnesse
                   ?
                   Such
                   high
                   facts
                
                 
                   The
                   ancient
                   Giants
                   swoln
                   with
                   raging
                   wind
                
                 
                   Could
                   not
                   effect
                   .
                   A
                   subtile
                   Parallax
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   dark
                   Eclipse
                   do
                   quite
                   obscure
                   their
                   braving
                   acts
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   O
                   the
                   great
                   might
                   of
                   mans
                   high
                   Phantasie
                   !
                
                 
                   That
                   with
                   a
                   shade
                   or
                   a
                   divided
                   line
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   nought
                   ,
                   this
                   but
                   a
                   thin
                   exilitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Can
                   do
                   farre
                   more
                   then
                   strength
                   enrag'd
                   with
                   tine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hoysted
                   with
                   haughty
                   pride
                   .
                   That
                   brood
                   combine
                
                 
                   To
                   clamber
                   up
                   to
                   heaven
                   .
                   Hill
                   upon
                   hill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ossa
                   upon
                   Olympus
                   doth
                   recline
                   :
                
                 
                   Their
                   brawnie
                   arms
                   redoubled
                   force
                   doth
                   fill
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   they
                   their
                   spirits
                   summon
                   t'
                   effect
                   their
                   furious
                   will
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   But
                   all
                   in
                   vain
                   they
                   want
                   the
                   inward
                   skill
                   ▪
                
                 
                   What
                   comes
                   from
                   heaven
                   onely
                   can
                   there
                   ascend
                   .
                
                 
                   Not
                   rage
                   nor
                   tempest
                   that
                   this
                   bulk
                   doth
                   fill
                
                 
                   Can
                   profit
                   ought
                   ,
                   but
                   gently
                   to
                   attend
                
                 
                   The
                   souls
                   still
                   working
                   ,
                   patiently
                   to
                   bend
                
                 
                   Our
                   mind
                   to
                   sifting
                   reason
                   ,
                   and
                   clear
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   strangely
                   figur'd
                   in
                   our
                   soul
                   doth
                   wend
                
                 
                   Shifting
                   its
                   forms
                   ,
                   still
                   playing
                   in
                   our
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Till
                   something
                   it
                   present
                   that
                   we
                   shall
                   take
                   for
                   right
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   The
                   busie
                   soul
                   it
                   is
                   that
                   thither
                   hent
                
                 
                   By
                   strength
                   of
                   reason
                   ,
                   the
                   true
                   distancies
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   erring
                   Planets
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   vast
                   extent
                
                 
                   Of
                   their
                   round
                   bodies
                   ,
                   without
                   outward
                   eyes
                
                 
                   Hath
                   view'd
                   ,
                   told
                   their
                   proportionalities
                   ,
                
                 
                   Confounded
                   sense
                   by
                   reasons
                   strange
                   report
                
                 
                   (
                   But
                   wiser
                   he
                   that
                   on
                   reason
                   relies
                
                 
                   Then
                   stupid
                   sense
                   low-sunken
                   into
                   dirt
                   )
                
                 
                   This
                   weapon
                   I
                   have
                   got
                   none
                   from
                   me
                   may
                   extort
                   ▪
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   O
                   you
                   stiff-standers
                   for
                   ag'd
                   Ptolemee
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   heartly
                   praise
                   your
                   humble
                   reverence
                
                 
                   If
                   willingly
                   given
                   to
                   Antiquitie
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   of
                   him
                   in
                   whom's
                   your
                   confidence
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   your
                   own
                   reason
                   and
                   experience
                
                 
                   In
                   those
                   same
                   arts
                   ,
                   you
                   find
                   those
                   things
                   are
                   true
                
                 
                   That
                   utterly
                   oppugne
                   our
                   outward
                   sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   are
                   you
                   forc'd
                   to
                   sense
                   to
                   bid
                   adieu
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   what
                   your
                   sense
                   gainsayes
                   to
                   holden
                   straight
                   untrue
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   Though
                   contraire
                   unto
                   sense
                   ,
                   though
                   it
                   be
                   new
                
                 
                   (
                   But
                   sooth
                   to
                   sayen
                   th'
                   earth●…
                   motion
                   is
                   of
                   tri'd
                
                 
                   Antiquitie
                   ,
                   as
                   I
                   above
                   did
                   shew
                   :
                
                 
                   In
                   Philolaus
                   and
                   in
                   Heraclide
                
                 
                   Those
                   subtile
                   thoughts
                   of
                   old
                   did
                   close
                   reside
                   )
                
                 
                   Yet
                   reason
                   ought
                   to
                   bear
                   away
                   the
                   bell
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   irefull
                   ignorance
                   cannot
                   abide
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   outtopd
                   ,
                   reprochfully
                   't
                   will
                   yell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Call's
                   mad
                   ,
                   when
                   it
                   s
                   own
                   self
                   doth
                   with
                   foul
                   furie
                   swell
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   them
                   bark
                   like
                   band-dogs
                   at
                   the
                   moon
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   mindlesse
                   passeth
                   on
                   in
                   silencie
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   take
                   my
                   flight
                   above
                   this
                   outward
                   sunne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Regardlesse
                   of
                   such
                   fond
                   malignitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Life
                   my self
                   up
                   in
                   the
                   Theologie
                
                 
                   Of
                   heavenly
                   Plato
                   .
                   There
                   I
                   'll
                   contemplate
                
                 
                   The
                   Archtype
                   of
                   this
                   sunne
                   ,
                   that
                   bright
                   Idee
                
                 
                   Of
                   steddie
                   Good
                   ,
                   that
                   doth
                   its
                   beams
                   dilate
                
                 
                   Through
                   all
                   the
                   worlds
                   all
                   lives
                   and
                   beings
                   propagate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   in
                   words
                   to
                   tride
                   I
                   will
                   deigne
                
                 
                   A
                   while
                   :
                   They
                   may
                   our
                   mind
                   fitly
                   prepare
                
                 
                   For
                   higher
                   flight
                   ;
                   we
                   larger
                   breath
                   may
                   gain
                
                 
                   By
                   a
                   low
                   hovering
                   .
                   These
                   words
                   they
                   are
                
                 
                   All
                   found
                   in
                   that
                   old
                   Oracle
                   of
                   Clare
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   heavenly
                   power
                   which
                   Iao
                   hight
                
                 
                   The
                   highest
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   Gods
                   thou
                   mayst
                   declare
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   spring
                   named
                   Zeus
                   ,
                   in
                   summer
                   Helios
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   autumne
                   call'd
                   Iao
                   ,
                   Aides
                   in
                   brumall
                   night
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   These
                   names
                   do
                   plainly
                   denotate
                   the
                   sunne
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   Spring
                   call'd
                   Zeus
                   ,
                   from
                   life
                   or
                   kindly
                   heat
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   winter
                   ,
                   'cause
                   the
                   dayes
                   so
                   quickly
                   done
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   Aides
                   hight
                   ,
                   he
                   is
                   not
                   long
                   in
                   sight
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   Summer
                   ,
                   'cause
                   he
                   strongly
                   doth
                   us
                   smite
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   hot
                   darts
                   ,
                   then
                   Helios
                   we
                   him
                   name
                
                 
                   From
                   Eloim
                   or
                   Eloah
                   so
                   hight
                   ;
                
                 
                   In
                   Autumne
                   Jao
                   ,
                   Jehovah
                   is
                   the
                   same
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   is
                   the
                   word
                   deprav'd
                   by
                   an
                   uncertain
                   fame
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   So
                   great
                   similitude
                   twixt
                   Phoebus
                   light
                
                 
                   And
                   God
                   ,
                   that
                   God
                   himself
                   the
                   Nations
                   deem
                
                 
                   The
                   sun
                   .
                   The
                   learned
                   Seventy
                   have
                   boldly
                   pight
                
                 
                   A
                   tent
                   therein
                   for
                   the
                   true
                   Eloim
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sensible
                   Deity
                   you
                   'll
                   reckon
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   Hermes
                   words
                   bear
                   with
                   you
                   any
                   sway
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   you
                   Christian
                   Clerks
                   do
                   ought
                   esteem
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   Davids
                   odes
                   they
                   make
                   Gods
                   Christ
                   a
                   day
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   father
                   's
                   then
                   the
                   sunne
                   from
                   whence
                   this
                   light
                   doth
                   ray
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   Then
                   by
                   all
                   the
                   wide
                   worlds
                   acknowledgement
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sunne's
                   a
                   type
                   of
                   that
                   eternall
                   light
                
                 
                   Which
                   we
                   call
                   God
                   ,
                   a
                   fair
                   delineament
                
                 
                   Of
                   that
                   which
                   Good
                   in
                   Plato's
                   school
                   is
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   T'agathon
                   with
                   beauteous
                   rayes
                   be
                   dight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   's
                   now
                   consult
                   with
                   their
                   Theologie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   Idea
                   with
                   our
                   inward
                   sight
                
                 
                   Behold
                   ,
                   casheering
                   sensibility
                
                 
                   Then
                   in
                   clear
                   reason
                   view
                   this
                   correspondency
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   One
                   steddy
                   Good
                   ,
                   centre
                   of
                   essencies
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unmoved
                   Monad
                   ,
                   that
                   Apollo
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Intellectuall
                   sunne
                   whose
                   energies
                
                 
                   Are
                   all
                   things
                   that
                   appear
                   in
                   vitall
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   brightnesse
                   passeth
                   every
                   creatures
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   round
                   about
                   him
                   stird
                   with
                   gentle
                   fire
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   do
                   dance
                   ;
                   their
                   being
                   ,
                   action
                   ,
                   might
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   thither
                   do
                   direct
                   with
                   strong
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   embosome
                   him
                   with
                   close
                   embracements
                   they
                   aspire
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   Unseen
                   ,
                   incomprehensible
                   he
                   moves
                
                 
                   About
                   himself
                   each
                   seeking
                   entity
                
                 
                   That
                   never
                   yet
                   shall
                   find
                   that
                   which
                   it
                   loves
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   finite
                   thing
                   shall
                   reach
                   infinity
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   thing
                   dispers'd
                   comprend
                   that
                   Unity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   in
                   their
                   ranks
                   they
                   seemly
                   foot
                   it
                   round
                   ,
                
                 
                   Trip
                   it
                   with
                   joy
                   at
                   the
                   worlds
                   harmony
                
                 
                   Struck
                   with
                   the
                   pleasure
                   of
                   an
                   amorous
                   stound
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   dance
                   they
                   with
                   fair
                   flowers
                   from
                   unknown
                   root
                   ycrownd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   Still
                   falling
                   short
                   they
                   never
                   fail
                   to
                   seek
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   find
                   they
                   nothing
                   by
                   their
                   diligence
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   find
                   repast
                   ,
                   their
                   lively
                   longings
                   eke
                
                 
                   Kindled
                   ,
                   continued
                   ,
                   by
                   timely
                   influence
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   all
                   things
                   in
                   distinct
                   circumference
                
                 
                   Move
                   about
                   him
                   that
                   satisfies
                   them
                   all
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   be
                   they
                   thus
                   stird
                   up
                   by
                   wary
                   sense
                
                 
                   Or
                   foresight
                   ,
                   or
                   election
                   rationall
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   blindly
                   reel
                   about
                   the
                   heart
                   of
                   lives
                   centrall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   So
                   doth
                   the
                   earth
                   one
                   of
                   the
                   erring
                   seven
                
                 
                   Wheel
                   round
                   the
                   fixed
                   sunne
                   ,
                   that
                   is
                   the
                   shade
                
                 
                   Of
                   steddy
                   Good
                   ,
                   shining
                   in
                   this
                   out-heaven
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   rest
                   of
                   those
                   stars
                   that
                   God
                   hath
                   made
                
                 
                   Of
                   baser
                   matter
                   ,
                   all
                   which
                   be
                   array'd
                
                 
                   With
                   his
                   far-shining
                   light
                   .
                   They
                   sing
                   for
                   joy
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   frisque
                   about
                   in
                   circulings
                   unstay'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Dance
                   through
                   the
                   liquid
                   aire
                   ,
                   and
                   nimbly
                   toy
                   -
                   cloy
                   .
                
                 
                   While
                   Sol
                   keeps
                   clear
                   their
                   spright
                   ,
                   consumes
                   what
                   may
                   ac
                   -
                
              
               
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   Better
                   the
                   Indigent
                   be
                   mov'd
                   ,
                   then
                   He
                
                 
                   That
                   wanteth
                   nought
                   :
                   He
                   fills
                   all
                   things
                   with
                   light
                
                 
                   And
                   kindly
                   heat
                   :
                   through
                   his
                   fecundity
                
                 
                   Peoples
                   the
                   world
                   ;
                   by
                   his
                   exciting
                   spright
                
                 
                   Wakens
                   the
                   plants
                   ,
                   calls
                   them
                   out
                   of
                   deep
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   thrust
                   themselves
                   into
                   his
                   fostring
                   rayes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Stretch
                   themselves
                   forth
                   stird
                   by
                   his
                   quickning
                   might
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   the
                   while
                   their
                   merry
                   roundelayes
                
                 
                   (
                   As
                   lightsome
                   phansies
                   deem
                   )
                   each
                   Planet
                   sprightly
                   playes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   But
                   sooth
                   to
                   say
                   that
                   sound
                   so
                   subtile
                   is
                
                 
                   Made
                   by
                   percussion
                   of
                   th'
                   ethereall
                   fire
                
                 
                   Against
                   our
                   aire
                   (
                   if
                   it
                   be
                   not
                   transmisse
                
                 
                   By
                   its
                   exility
                   ,
                   )
                   that
                   none
                   ought
                   admire
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   no'te
                   heare
                   what
                   well
                   we
                   mought
                   desire
                
                 
                   Heavens
                   harmony
                   .
                   '
                   Cording
                   to
                   others
                   lear
                
                 
                   The
                   sound
                   's
                   so
                   big
                   that
                   it
                   cannot
                   retire
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   windings
                   of
                   a
                   mortall
                   eare
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   cannot
                   the
                   Egyptian
                   Niles
                   Catadupa
                   bear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   There
                   ought
                   to
                   be
                   certain
                   proportion
                
                 
                   Betwixt
                   the
                   object
                   and
                   the
                   outward
                   sense
                   .
                
                 
                   Rash
                   man
                   that
                   dost
                   inferre
                   negation
                
                 
                   From
                   thy
                   dead
                   eare
                   ,
                   or
                   non-experience
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   let
                   them
                   dance
                   and
                   sing
                   ,
                   raise
                   influence
                
                 
                   From
                   lively
                   motion
                   ,
                   that
                   preserves
                   their
                   spright
                
                 
                   From
                   foul
                   corruption
                   :
                   motion
                   's
                   the
                   best
                   fense
                
                 
                   To
                   keep
                   off
                   filth
                   in
                   children
                   of
                   cold
                   Night
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   life
                   is
                   in
                   dull
                   matter
                   ;
                   but
                   the
                   sunne's
                   all
                   Light.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   full
                   safely
                   he
                   may
                   steddy
                   stond
                   ,
                
                 
                   Unmov'd
                   ,
                   at
                   least
                   not
                   remov'd
                   out
                   of
                   place
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   not
                   deny
                   but
                   that
                   he
                   may
                   turn
                   round
                
                 
                   On
                   his
                   own
                   centre
                   .
                   So
                   the
                   steps
                   we
                   'll
                   trace
                
                 
                   Of
                   Essence
                   ,
                   Plato's
                   On
                   ,
                   which
                   steddy
                   stayes
                
                 
                   And
                   moves
                   at
                   once
                   ,
                   that
                   same
                   Iao
                   hight
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   old
                   Clarian
                   Oracle
                   ,
                   that
                   sayes
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   the
                   sunne
                   .
                   This
                   answer
                   will
                   aright
                
                 
                   To
                   Iehova
                   or
                   first
                   essence
                   ,
                   as
                   Plato
                   school
                   desery't
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   20
                
                 
                   That
                   same
                   first
                   
                     Being
                     ,
                     Beauty
                     ,
                     Intellect
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   Turns
                   to
                   his
                   father
                   (
                   of
                   whom
                   he
                   was
                   born
                   )
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   brief
                   instant
                   .
                   But
                   who
                   can
                   detect
                
                 
                   Such
                   hidden
                   mysteries
                   ?
                   back
                   mine
                   eyes
                   I
                   'll
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lest
                   in
                   this
                   light
                   like
                   fluttering
                   moth
                   I
                   burn
                   .
                
                 
                   Enough
                   is
                   shown
                   of
                   correspondency
                
                 
                   Twixt
                   this
                   worlds
                   sunne
                   and
                   
                     centre
                     of
                     hid
                     Morn
                  
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   radiant
                   light
                   of
                   the
                   deep
                   Deity
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   have
                   I
                   fairly
                   prov'd
                   the
                   sunnes
                   stability
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   Then
                   must
                   the
                   earth
                   turn
                   round
                   ,
                   or
                   we
                   want
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   never
                   be
                   in
                   night
                   .
                   Now
                   I
                   'll
                   descend
                
                 
                   Cloth'd
                   with
                   this
                   truth
                   .
                   As
                   wrathfull
                   dogs
                   do
                   bay
                
                 
                   At
                   spectres
                   solemn
                   Cynthia
                   doth
                   send
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   now
                   I
                   backward
                   to
                   the
                   senses
                   wend
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   'll
                   bark
                   at
                   th'
                   shape
                   of
                   my
                   disguised
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   stranger
                   wights
                   ,
                   they
                   wrathfully
                   will
                   rend
                
                 
                   This
                   uncouth
                   habit
                   .
                   They
                   no
                   such
                   thing
                   find
                
                 
                   'Mongst
                   their
                   domestick
                   forms
                   ,
                   to
                   whom
                   they
                   are
                   more
                   kind
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   And
                   weaker
                   reason
                   which
                   they
                   wont
                   misguide
                
                 
                   Will
                   deem
                   all
                   this
                   nothing
                   mysterious
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   my
                   strong-winged
                   Muse
                   feebly
                   to
                   slide
                
                 
                   Into
                   false
                   thoughts
                   and
                   dreams
                   vertiginous
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   plainly
                   judge
                   us
                   woxen
                   furious
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   our
                   rage
                   to
                   shake
                   the
                   stable
                   earth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whirling
                   it
                   round
                   with
                   turns
                   prodigious
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   it
                   doth
                   stedfast
                   stand
                   as
                   it
                   appear'th
                
                 
                   From
                   the
                   unshaken
                   buildings
                   it
                   so
                   safely
                   bear'th
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   should
                   move
                   about
                   ,
                   then
                   would
                   it
                   sting
                
                 
                   From
                   of
                   it self
                   those
                   fair
                   extructed
                   loads
                
                 
                   Of
                   carved
                   stone
                   :
                   The
                   aire
                   aloud
                   would
                   sing
                
                 
                   With
                   brushing
                   trees
                   :
                   Beasts
                   in
                   their
                   dark
                   aboads
                
                 
                   Would
                   brained
                   be
                   by
                   their
                   own
                   caves
                   ;
                   th'
                   earth
                   strowd
                
                 
                   With
                   strange
                   destruction
                   .
                   All
                   would
                   shatter'd
                   lye
                
                 
                   In
                   broken
                   shivers
                   What
                   mad
                   frantick
                   mood
                
                 
                   Doth
                   thus
                   invade
                   wary
                   Philosophy
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   so
                   dotes
                   on
                   such
                   a
                   furious
                   falsity
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   But
                   still
                   more
                   subt'lie
                   this
                   cause
                   to
                   pursue
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   clouds
                   would
                   alwayes
                   seem
                   to
                   rise
                   from
                   th'
                   East
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   sense
                   and
                   oft-experience
                   proves
                   untrue
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   rise
                   from
                   all
                   the
                   quarters
                   ,
                   South
                   ,
                   North
                   ,
                   West
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   every
                   part
                   ,
                   as
                   Aeolus
                   thinketh
                   best
                   .
                
                 
                   Again
                   the
                   earths
                   sad
                   stupid
                   gravity
                
                 
                   Unfit
                   for
                   motion
                   shows
                   its
                   quiet
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   Lastly
                   an
                   arrow
                   shot
                   unto
                   the
                   sky
                
                 
                   Would
                   not
                   return
                   unto
                   his
                   foot
                   that
                   let
                   it
                   fly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   Adde
                   unto
                   these
                   that
                   contrariety
                
                 
                   Of
                   motion
                   ,
                   when
                   as
                   the
                   self
                   same
                   things
                
                 
                   At
                   the
                   same
                   time
                   do
                   back
                   and
                   forward
                   hie
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   when
                   for
                   speed
                   the
                   rider
                   fiercely
                   dings
                
                 
                   His
                   horse
                   with
                   iron
                   heel
                   ,
                   layes
                   the
                   loose
                   strings
                
                 
                   Upon
                   his
                   neck
                   ,
                   westward
                   they
                   swiftly
                   scoure
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   finishing
                   her
                   dayly
                   rings
                   ,
                
                 
                   Doth
                   eastward
                   make
                   with
                   all
                   her
                   might
                   and
                   power
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   quite
                   hath
                   run
                   her
                   stage
                   at
                   end
                   of
                   twice
                   twelve
                   houres
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   These
                   and
                   like
                   phansies
                   do
                   so
                   strongly
                   tye
                
                 
                   The
                   slower
                   mind
                   to
                   ancient
                   Ptolemee
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   shamefull
                   madnesse't
                   were
                   for
                   to
                   deny
                
                 
                   So
                   plain
                   a
                   truth
                   as
                   they
                   deem
                   this
                   to
                   be
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   ,
                   alas
                   !
                   if
                   they
                   could
                   standen
                   free
                
                 
                   From
                   prejudice
                   ,
                   and
                   heavie
                   swaying
                   sense
                
                 
                   That
                   dims
                   our
                   reason
                   that
                   it
                   cannot
                   see
                
                 
                   What
                   's
                   the
                   pure
                   truth
                   ,
                   enough
                   in
                   just
                   defense
                
                 
                   Of
                   Pythagore
                   we
                   find
                   though
                   with
                   small
                   diligence
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   One
                   single
                   truth
                   concerning
                   unity
                
                 
                   Of
                   sprights
                   and
                   bodies
                   ,
                   how
                   one
                   spirit
                   may
                
                 
                   Inact
                   a
                   various
                   Corporeity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Keep
                   't
                   up
                   together
                   and
                   its
                   might
                   display
                
                 
                   Through
                   all
                   the
                   bulk
                   ,
                   make
                   't
                   constantly
                   obey
                
                 
                   The
                   powerfull
                   dictates
                   of
                   that
                   centrall
                   spright
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   being
                   one
                   can
                   variously
                   play
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   lore
                   if
                   we
                   but
                   once
                   had
                   learnd
                   aright
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   what
                   was
                   brought
                   against
                   us
                   would
                   vanish
                   at
                   first
                   sight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   For
                   that
                   Magnetick
                   might
                   doth
                   so
                   combine
                
                 
                   Earth
                   ,
                   Water
                   ,
                   Aire
                   ,
                   into
                   one
                   Animate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   soul
                   or
                   life
                   so
                   sweetly't
                   doth
                   incline
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   surely
                   ,
                   easly
                   ,
                   as
                   none
                   can
                   relate
                
                 
                   But
                   he
                   that
                   's
                   exercis'd
                   in
                   every
                   state
                
                 
                   Of
                   moving
                   life
                   .
                   What
                   ?
                   Can
                   the
                   plastick
                   spright
                
                 
                   So
                   variously
                   it
                   and
                   its
                   bulk
                   dilate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Downward
                   to
                   hell
                   upward
                   to
                   heaven
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   strangely
                   figur'd
                   leaves
                   and
                   flowers
                   send
                   into
                   sight
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   Can
                   one
                   poore
                   single
                   Centre
                   do
                   all
                   this
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   base
                   weed
                   that
                   suddenly
                   decayes
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   shall
                   not
                   the
                   earths
                   life
                   that
                   is
                   transmisse
                
                 
                   Through
                   sea
                   and
                   aire
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   its
                   potent
                   rayes
                
                 
                   Informs
                   all
                   this
                   (
                   all
                   this
                   on
                   that
                   life
                   stayes
                   )
                
                 
                   Shall
                   't
                   not
                   obtain
                   the
                   like
                   variety
                
                 
                   Of
                   inward
                   ruling
                   motion
                   ?
                   Your
                   minds
                   raise
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   sluggish
                   men
                   !
                   single
                   centrality
                
                 
                   You
                   'l
                   find
                   shall
                   do
                   ,
                   what
                   ere
                   's
                   admit
                   by
                   phantasy
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   Now
                   see
                   if
                   this
                   clear
                   apprehension
                
                 
                   Will
                   not
                   with
                   ease
                   repell
                   each
                   argument
                
                 
                   Which
                   we
                   rehers'd
                   with
                   an
                   intention
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   refute
                   .
                   The
                   earths
                   swift
                   movement
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   't
                   is
                   naturall
                   not
                   violent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Will
                   never
                   shatter
                   buildings
                   .
                   With
                   straight
                   line
                
                 
                   It
                   binds
                   down
                   strongly
                   each
                   partic'larment
                
                 
                   Of
                   every
                   edifice
                   .
                   All
                   stones
                   incline
                
                 
                   Unto
                   that
                   Centre
                   ;
                   this
                   doth
                   stoutly
                   all
                   combine
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   Nor
                   is
                   lesse
                   naturall
                   that
                   circular
                   motion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   this
                   that
                   each
                   part
                   to
                   the
                   centre
                   drives
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   every
                   stone
                   on
                   earth
                   with
                   one
                   commotion
                
                 
                   Goes
                   round
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   with
                   all
                   right
                   stifly
                   strives
                
                 
                   To
                   reach
                   the
                   centre
                   ,
                   though
                   it
                   never
                   dives
                
                 
                   So
                   deep
                   .
                   Who
                   then
                   so
                   blind
                   but
                   plainly
                   sees
                
                 
                   How
                   for
                   our
                   safety
                   Nature
                   well
                   contrives
                   ,
                
                 
                   Binding
                   all
                   close
                   with
                   down-propensities
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   we
                   'll
                   frame
                   an
                   answer
                   to
                   the
                   loud-singing
                   trees
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   Walls
                   ,
                   towers
                   ,
                   trees
                   ,
                   would
                   stirre
                   up
                   a
                   strange
                   noise
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   th'
                   aire
                   stood
                   still
                   ,
                   while
                   the
                   earth
                   is
                   hurled
                   round
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   doth
                   the
                   switch
                   oft
                   shak'd
                   by
                   idle
                   boyes
                
                 
                   That
                   please
                   themselves
                   in
                   varying
                   of
                   the
                   sound
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   objection
                   we
                   with
                   reason
                   sound
                
                 
                   Have
                   well
                   prevented
                   ,
                   while
                   we
                   plainly
                   taught
                
                 
                   Earth
                   ,
                   water
                   ,
                   aire
                   in
                   one
                   to
                   be
                   fast
                   bound
                
                 
                   By
                   one
                   spermatick
                   spright
                   ,
                   which
                   easly
                   raught
                
                 
                   To
                   each
                   part
                   :
                   Earth
                   ,
                   sea
                   ,
                   aire
                   so
                   powerfully
                   hath
                   it
                   caught
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   33
                
                 
                   All
                   these
                   as
                   one
                   round
                   entire
                   body
                   move
                
                 
                   Upon
                   their
                   common
                   Poles
                   ;
                   that
                   difficulty
                
                 
                   Of
                   stirring
                   sounds
                   ,
                   so
                   clearly
                   we
                   remove
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   of
                   the
                   clouds
                   with
                   like
                   facility
                
                 
                   We
                   straight
                   shall
                   chace
                   away
                   .
                   In
                   th'
                   aire
                   they
                   ly
                
                 
                   And
                   whirl
                   about
                   with
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   some
                   wind
                
                 
                   With
                   violence
                   afore
                   him
                   makes
                   them
                   fly
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   in
                   them
                   double
                   motion
                   we
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   Eastward
                   they
                   move
                   ,
                   and
                   whither
                   by
                   those
                   blasts
                   they
                   're
                   inclin'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   What
                   they
                   pretend
                   of
                   the
                   Earths
                   gravity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   nought
                   but
                   a
                   long
                   taken
                   up
                   conceit
                   :
                
                 
                   A
                   stone
                   that
                   downward
                   to
                   the
                   earth
                   doth
                   hy
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   more
                   heavy
                   then
                   dry
                   straws
                   that
                   jet
                
                 
                   Up
                   to
                   a
                   ring
                   made
                   of
                   black
                   shining
                   jeat
                   .
                
                 
                   Each
                   thing
                   doth
                   tend
                   to
                   the
                   loud-calling
                   might
                
                 
                   Of
                   sympathy
                   .
                   So
                   't
                   is
                   a
                   misconceit
                
                 
                   That
                   deems
                   the
                   earth
                   the
                   onely
                   heavy
                   weight
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   ken
                   not
                   the
                   strange
                   power
                   of
                   the
                   strong
                   centrall
                   spright
                
              
               
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   Were
                   there
                   a
                   shiver
                   cut
                   from
                   off
                   the
                   Moon
                
                 
                   And
                   cast
                   quite
                   off
                   from
                   that
                   round
                   entire
                   masse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Would
                   't
                   fall
                   into
                   our
                   mouths
                   ?
                   No
                   ,
                   it
                   would
                   soon
                
                 
                   Make
                   back
                   to
                   th'
                   centre
                   from
                   whence
                   forc'd
                   it
                   was
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   same
                   in
                   Mars
                   and
                   Sol
                   would
                   come
                   to
                   passe
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   the
                   stars
                   that
                   have
                   their
                   proper
                   centres
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   gravity
                   is
                   nought
                   but
                   close
                   to
                   presse
                
                 
                   Unto
                   one
                   Magick
                   point
                   ,
                   there
                   near
                   to
                   enter
                   ;
                
                 
                   Each
                   sympathetick
                   part
                   doth
                   boldly
                   it
                   adventure
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   36
                
                 
                   Thus
                   in
                   each
                   starry
                   globe
                   all
                   parts
                   may
                   tend
                
                 
                   Unto
                   one
                   point
                   ,
                   and
                   mean
                   time
                   turn
                   around
                   ;
                
                 
                   Nor
                   doth
                   that
                   sway
                   its
                   circling
                   ought
                   offend
                   :
                
                 
                   These
                   motions
                   do
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   confound
                
                 
                   One
                   th'
                   others
                   course
                   .
                   The
                   earth
                   's
                   not
                   heavy
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   from
                   that
                   strong
                   down-pulling
                   centrall
                   sway
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   hinders
                   not
                   but
                   that
                   it
                   may
                   turn
                   round
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sith
                   that
                   it
                   moves
                   not
                   a
                   contrary
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   answer
                   I
                   will
                   bend
                   against
                   the
                   fifth
                   assay
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   37
                
                 
                   An
                   arrow
                   shot
                   into
                   the
                   empty
                   aire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   straight
                   returning
                   to
                   the
                   bowmans
                   foot
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   earths
                   stability
                   must
                   proven
                   clear
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   these
                   bad
                   archers
                   do
                   at
                   random
                   shoot
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   easie
                   errour
                   I
                   do
                   thus
                   confute
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   arrow
                   hath
                   one
                   spirit
                   with
                   this
                   sphere
                   ,
                
                 
                   Forc'd
                   upward
                   turns
                   with
                   it
                   ,
                   mov'd
                   by
                   the
                   root
                
                 
                   Of
                   naturall
                   motion
                   .
                   So
                   when
                   back't
                   doth
                   bear
                
                 
                   It self
                   ,
                   still
                   Eastward
                   turns
                   with
                   motion
                   circular
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   38
                
                 
                   So
                   't
                   is
                   no
                   wonder
                   when
                   it
                   hath
                   descended
                
                 
                   It
                   falleth
                   back
                   to
                   th'
                   place
                   from
                   whence
                   itflew
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sith
                   all
                   this
                   while
                   its
                   circular
                   course
                   hath
                   bended
                
                 
                   Toward
                   the
                   East
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   proportion
                   due
                
                 
                   That
                   arcuall
                   Eastern
                   motion
                   did
                   pursue
                   :
                
                 
                   Nearer
                   the
                   earth
                   the
                   slower
                   it
                   must
                   go
                   ;
                
                 
                   These
                   Arks
                   be
                   lesse
                   ,
                   but
                   in
                   the
                   heavens
                   blew
                
                 
                   Those
                   Arks
                   increase
                   ,
                   it
                   must
                   not
                   be
                   so
                   slow
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   must
                   it
                   needs
                   return
                   unto
                   its
                   idle
                   bow
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   39
                
                 
                   Nor
                   ought
                   we
                   wonder
                   that
                   it
                   doth
                   conform
                
                 
                   Its
                   motion
                   to
                   the
                   circles
                   of
                   the
                   aire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sith
                   water
                   in
                   a
                   woden
                   bucket
                   born
                
                 
                   Doth
                   fit
                   it self
                   unto
                   each
                   periphere
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   hight
                   or
                   depth
                   ,
                   as
                   you
                   shall
                   change
                   the
                   sphere
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   lowly
                   set
                   more
                   water
                   't
                   will
                   contain
                   ,
                
                 
                   'Cause
                   its
                   round
                   tumour
                   higher
                   then
                   doth
                   bea●…
                
                 
                   It self
                   up
                   from
                   the
                   brims
                   .
                   So
                   may
                   't
                   be
                   sayen
                
                 
                   The
                   lowlier
                   man
                   the
                   larger
                   graces
                   doth
                   obtain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   40
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   to
                   answer
                   to
                   the
                   last
                   objection
                   ,
                
                 
                   T
                   is
                   not
                   impossible
                   one
                   thing
                   to
                   move
                
                 
                   Contrary
                   wayes
                   ,
                   which
                   by
                   a
                   fit
                   retection
                
                 
                   I
                   strongly
                   will
                   evince
                   and
                   clearly
                   prove
                   .
                
                 
                   Take
                   but
                   the
                   pains
                   higher
                   for
                   to
                   remove
                
                 
                   A
                   clock
                   with
                   hanging
                   plummet
                   .
                   It
                   goes
                   down
                
                 
                   At
                   that
                   same
                   time
                   you
                   heave
                   it
                   high
                   above
                
                 
                   Its
                   former
                   place
                   .
                   Thus
                   fairly
                   have
                   we
                   won
                
                 
                   The
                   field
                   'gainst
                   stupid
                   sense
                   ,
                   that
                   reason
                   fain
                   would
                   drown
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   41
                
                 
                   Now
                   let
                   's
                   go
                   on
                   (
                   we
                   have
                   well
                   cleard
                   the
                   way
                   )
                
                 
                   More
                   plainly
                   prove
                   this
                   seeming
                   paradox
                
                 
                   And
                   make
                   this
                   truth
                   shine
                   brighter
                   then
                   midday
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neglect
                   dull
                   sconses
                   mowes
                   and
                   idle
                   mocks
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   constant
                   hearts
                   ,
                   as
                   stark
                   as
                   Thracian
                   rocks
                   ,
                
                 
                   Well
                   grounded
                   in
                   grave
                   ignorance
                   ,
                   that
                   scorn
                
                 
                   Reasons
                   sly
                   force
                   ,
                   its
                   light
                   slight
                   subtile
                   strokes
                   .
                
                 
                   Sing
                   we
                   to
                   these
                   wast
                   hills
                   ,
                   dern
                   ,
                   deaf
                   ,
                   forlorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   to
                   the
                   cheerfull
                   children
                   of
                   the
                   quick-ey'd
                   Morn
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   42
                
                 
                   To
                   you
                   we
                   sing
                   that
                   live
                   in
                   purer
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   Escap'd
                   the
                   thraldome
                   of
                   down-drooping
                   sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   nimble
                   spirit
                   and
                   clear
                   piercing
                   sight
                
                 
                   Can
                   easly
                   judge
                   of
                   every
                   conference
                
                 
                   Withouten
                   prejudice
                   ,
                   with
                   patience
                
                 
                   Can
                   weigh
                   the
                   moments
                   of
                   each
                   reason
                   brought
                
                 
                   While
                   others
                   in
                   tempestuous
                   vehemence
                
                 
                   Blow
                   all
                   away
                   with
                   bitter
                   blasts
                   .
                   Untought
                
                 
                   In
                   subtilties
                   ,
                   they
                   shew
                   themselves
                   in
                   jangling
                   stout
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   43
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   the
                   barking
                   of
                   bold
                   sense
                   confuted
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   s
                   clamorous
                   tongue
                   thus
                   being
                   consopite
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   reasons
                   easie
                   shall
                   I
                   be
                   well
                   suited
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   show
                   that
                   Pythagore's
                   position's
                   right
                   .
                
                 
                   Copernicks
                   ,
                   or
                   whosoever
                   dogma't
                   hight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   first
                   is
                   that
                   that
                   's
                   wisely
                   signifi'd
                
                 
                   By
                   Moses
                   Maymons
                   son
                   ,
                   a
                   learned
                   wight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   saith
                   each
                   good
                   Astronomer
                   is
                   ty'd
                
                 
                   To
                   lessen
                   the
                   heavens
                   motions
                   vainly
                   multiply'd
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   44
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   foul
                   botches
                   of
                   false
                   feigned
                   Orbs
                   :
                
                 
                   Whose
                   uselesse
                   number
                   reason
                   must
                   restrain
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   oft
                   the
                   loose
                   luxuriant
                   phansie
                   curbs
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   just
                   bounds
                   doth
                   warily
                   contain
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   use
                   more
                   means
                   then
                   needs
                   is
                   all
                   in
                   vain
                   .
                
                 
                   Why
                   then
                   ,
                   O
                   busie
                   sonnes
                   of
                   Ptolemee
                   !
                
                 
                   Do
                   you
                   that
                   vast
                   star-bearing
                   sphere
                   constrain
                
                 
                   To
                   hurl
                   about
                   with
                   such
                   celerity
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   th'
                   earth
                   may
                   move
                   without
                   such
                   strange
                   velocity
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   45
                
                 
                   What
                   needlesse
                   phansy's
                   this
                   that
                   that
                   huge
                   sphere
                
                 
                   In
                   one
                   short
                   moment
                   must
                   thus
                   whirl
                   around
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   it
                   must
                   fly
                   six
                   hundred
                   thousand
                   sheere
                
                 
                   Of
                   Germane
                   miles
                   .
                   If
                   that
                   will
                   not
                   confound
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   pomp
                   adde
                   fourty
                   thousand
                   more
                   ,
                   that
                   '
                   bound
                   ;
                
                 
                   Three
                   thousand
                   more
                   ,
                   if
                   it
                   were
                   requisite
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   might
                   annex
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   have
                   found
                
                 
                   The
                   measure
                   right
                   ;
                   when
                   as
                   the
                   earth's
                   flow
                   flight
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   time
                   ,
                   of
                   a
                   mile
                   goes
                   but
                   the
                   sixteenth
                   bit
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   46
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   this
                   All
                   be
                   liquid
                   ,
                   pervious
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   fine
                   Ethereall
                   (
                   which
                   reason
                   right
                
                 
                   Will
                   soon
                   admit
                   :
                   for
                   't
                   is
                   ridiculous
                
                 
                   Thus
                   for
                   to
                   stud
                   the
                   heaven
                   with
                   nails
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   stars
                   in
                   fluid
                   sky
                   will
                   standen
                   tight
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   men
                   do
                   feigne
                   the
                   earth
                   in
                   the
                   soft
                   aire
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   unmov'd
                   )
                   How
                   will
                   proportion
                   fit
                   ?
                
                 
                   So
                   vast
                   a
                   difference
                   there
                   doth
                   appear
                
                 
                   Of
                   motions
                   in
                   those
                   stars
                   that
                   the
                   same
                   bignesse
                   bear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   47
                
                 
                   Besides
                   that
                   difficulty
                   will
                   remain
                
                 
                   Of
                   unconceivable
                   swift
                   motion
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   Equinoctiall
                   stars
                   ,
                   where
                   some
                   contain
                
                 
                   This
                   earthy
                   globes
                   mighty
                   dimension
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ten
                   thousand
                   times
                   twise
                   told
                   .
                   They
                   hurry
                   o●…
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   same
                   swiftnesse
                   I
                   set
                   down
                   before
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   more
                   pains
                   .
                   A
                   globes
                   extension
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   bigger
                   that
                   it
                   growes
                   ,
                   groweth
                   still
                   more
                
                 
                   Nigh
                   to
                   a
                   flat
                   fac'd
                   figure
                   ,
                   and
                   finds
                   resistance
                   sore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   48
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   that
                   all
                   the
                   heavens
                   be
                   liquid
                   ,
                   hence
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   fetch
                   an
                   argument
                   .
                   Those
                   higher
                   stars
                
                 
                   They
                   may
                   as
                   well
                   hang
                   in
                   fluid
                   essence
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   do
                   the
                   Planets
                   .
                   Venus
                   orb
                   debars
                
                 
                   Not
                   Mars
                   ,
                   nor
                   enters
                   he
                   with
                   knock
                   and
                   jars
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   soft
                   fine
                   yielding
                   Aether
                   gives
                   admission
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   gentle
                   Venus
                   to
                   Marcurius
                   dares
                
                 
                   Descend
                   ,
                   and
                   finds
                   an
                   easie
                   intromission
                   ,
                
                 
                   Casts
                   ope
                   that
                   azur
                   curtain
                   by
                   a
                   swift
                   discission
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   49
                
                 
                   That
                   famous
                   star
                   nail'd
                   down
                   in
                   Cassiopee
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   was
                   it
                   hammer'd
                   in
                   your
                   solid
                   sky
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   pinsers
                   pull'd
                   it
                   out
                   again
                   ,
                   that
                   we
                
                 
                   No
                   longer
                   see
                   it
                   ,
                   whither
                   did
                   it
                   fly
                   ?
                
                 
                   Astronomers
                   say
                   't
                   was
                   at
                   least
                   as
                   high
                
                 
                   As
                   the
                   eighth
                   sphere
                   .
                   It
                   gave
                   no
                   parallax
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   more
                   then
                   those
                   light
                   lamps
                   that
                   there
                   we
                   spy
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   prejudic'd
                   minds
                   before
                   themselves
                   they
                   'll
                   tax
                
                 
                   Of
                   holy
                   writ
                   and
                   the
                   heavens
                   they
                   'll
                   make
                   a
                   nose
                   of
                   wax
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   50
                
                 
                   What
                   man
                   will
                   now
                   that
                   's
                   not
                   vertiginous
                
                 
                   Hurrie
                   about
                   his
                   head
                   these
                   severall
                   lights
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   mighty
                   vast
                   with
                   so
                   voracious
                
                 
                   And
                   rapid
                   course
                   whirling
                   them
                   day
                   and
                   night
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   earths
                   motion
                   might
                
                 
                   Save
                   that
                   so
                   monstrous
                   labour
                   ,
                   with
                   lesse
                   pains
                   ,
                
                 
                   Even
                   infinitely
                   lesse
                   ?
                   But
                   thoughts
                   empight
                
                 
                   Once
                   in
                   the
                   mind
                   do
                   so
                   possesse
                   the
                   brains
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   hard
                   it
                   is
                   to
                   wash
                   out
                   those
                   deep
                   ancient
                   stains
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   51
                
                 
                   Two
                   things
                   there
                   be
                   whose
                   reason
                   's
                   nothing
                   clear
                   :
                
                 
                   Those
                   cool
                   continuall
                   breathings
                   of
                   East
                   wind
                
                 
                   Under
                   the
                   Line
                   ;
                   the
                   next
                   high
                   Comets
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   three
                   motions
                   Philosophers
                   do
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   Concerning
                   which
                   men
                   hitherto
                   are
                   blind
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   have
                   not
                   mov'd
                   the
                   earth
                   unto
                   their
                   aid
                   ;
                
                 
                   Diurnall
                   and
                   an
                   annuall
                   course
                   they
                   have
                   mind
                
                 
                   Like
                   to
                   the
                   sunnes
                   ,
                   beside
                   ,
                   by
                   what
                   they
                   're
                   sway'd
                
                 
                   To
                   north
                   or
                   South
                   .
                   This
                   myst'ry's
                   easly
                   thus
                   display'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   52
                
                 
                   The
                   Ecliptick
                   course
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   diurnall
                   moving
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   but
                   apparent
                   as
                   the
                   sunnes
                   ,
                   not
                   true
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   the
                   earth
                   doth
                   move
                   ,
                   that
                   still
                   wants
                   proving
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   'll
                   say
                   .
                   Then
                   if
                   you
                   will
                   ,
                   these
                   Comets
                   shew
                
                 
                   One
                   proof
                   for
                   her
                   two
                   motions
                   .
                   Whence
                   issue
                
                 
                   Those
                   Meteors
                   turnings
                   ?
                   what
                   shall
                   hale
                   them
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   guide
                   their
                   steps
                   ,
                   that
                   in
                   proportion
                   due
                
                 
                   They
                   dance
                   Sols
                   measure
                   ?
                   what
                   occasion
                
                 
                   Or
                   fruit
                   can
                   be
                   of
                   that
                   strange
                   double
                   motion
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   53
                
                 
                   Nought
                   but
                   the
                   earths
                   circumvolution
                
                 
                   Doth
                   cause
                   this
                   sight
                   ,
                   and
                   but
                   in
                   outward
                   show
                
                 
                   This
                   sight
                   of
                   double
                   Sunlike
                   motion
                
                 
                   Seen
                   in
                   the
                   Comets
                   .
                   For
                   the
                   winds
                   that
                   blow
                
                 
                   Under
                   the
                   Aequinoctiall
                   ,
                   who
                   doth
                   know
                
                 
                   Any
                   other
                   cause
                   ,
                   that
                   still
                   they
                   breathe
                   from
                   th'
                   East
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   strange
                   effect
                   from
                   whence
                   else
                   can
                   it
                   flow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   from
                   the
                   earths
                   swift
                   hurring
                   from
                   the
                   West
                   ?
                
                 
                   Mid
                   partis
                   strongliest
                   rouz'd
                   ,
                   the
                   Poles
                   do
                   sleep
                   in
                   rest
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   54
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   men
                   under
                   th'
                   Aequinoctiall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   the
                   earths
                   course
                   most
                   rapid
                   is
                   and
                   swift
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sensibly
                   're
                   dash'd
                   'gainst
                   that
                   Aereall
                
                 
                   Pure
                   liquid
                   essence
                   .
                   That
                   clear
                   aire
                   is
                   left
                
                 
                   Not
                   snatch'd
                   away
                   so
                   fast
                   ,
                   not
                   quite
                   bereft
                
                 
                   Of
                   its
                   own
                   Nature
                   ,
                   nor
                   like
                   th'
                   other
                   skie
                
                 
                   Unmoved
                   quite
                   ;
                   but
                   slow
                   pac'd
                   is
                   yclef
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   driven
                   close
                   together
                   ;
                   sensibly
                
                 
                   So
                   feel
                   we
                   that
                   fine
                   aire
                   that
                   seems
                   from
                   East
                   to
                   flie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   55
                
                 
                   Those
                   parts
                   be
                   in
                   farre
                   greater
                   puritie
                
                 
                   Devoid
                   of
                   earthy
                   vapours
                   .
                   Thence
                   it
                   is
                
                 
                   They
                   're
                   not
                   so
                   easly
                   turn'd
                   by
                   sympathie
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   aire
                   there
                   having
                   lesse
                   of
                   earthinesse
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   they
                   move
                   not
                   with
                   one
                   speedinesse
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   earth
                   and
                   it
                   .
                   Yet
                   curious
                   men
                   have
                   fun
                
                 
                   Something
                   like
                   this
                   ,
                   even
                   in
                   the
                   mid-land
                   sea
                   ;
                
                 
                   Ships
                   foure
                   times
                   sooner
                   the
                   same
                   stages
                   run
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   westward
                   they
                   do
                   slie
                   ,
                   then
                   when
                   they
                   there
                   begun
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   56
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   disgracement
                   of
                   Philosophie
                
                 
                   From
                   flux
                   and
                   reflux
                   of
                   the
                   Ocean
                   main
                
                 
                   With
                   its
                   spread
                   arms
                   ,
                   we
                   by
                   this
                   Theorie
                
                 
                   Might
                   take
                   't
                   away
                   and
                   shew
                   the
                   causes
                   plain
                   .
                
                 
                   Some
                   parts
                   of
                   th'
                   earth
                   do
                   much
                   more
                   swiftnesse
                   gain
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   their
                   course
                   goes
                   whirling
                   on
                   one
                   way
                
                 
                   With
                   th'
                   annuall
                   motion
                   ,
                   which
                   must
                   needs
                   constrain
                
                 
                   The
                   sluid
                   sea
                   with
                   unexpected
                   sway
                   .
                
                 
                   Long
                   time
                   it
                   were
                   this
                   mysterie
                   fully
                   to
                   display
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   57
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   I
                   'll
                   let
                   it
                   passe
                   ,
                   my self
                   betake
                
                 
                   Unto
                   some
                   reasons
                   Astronomicall
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   which
                   if
                   't
                   please
                   the
                   nimble
                   mind
                   t'
                   awake
                
                 
                   And
                   shake
                   off
                   prejudice
                   ,
                   that
                   wont
                   forestall
                
                 
                   The
                   ablest
                   wit
                   ,
                   I
                   fear
                   not
                   but
                   he
                   'll
                   fall
                
                 
                   Into
                   the
                   same
                   opinion
                   ,
                   magnifie
                
                 
                   That
                   subtile
                   spirit
                   that
                   hath
                   made
                   this
                   All
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   half-hid
                   his
                   work
                   from
                   mortall
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   sport
                   and
                   play
                   with
                   souls
                   in
                   sweet
                   philosophie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   58
                
                 
                   But
                   with
                   crabb'd
                   mind
                   wisdome
                   will
                   nere
                   consort
                   ,
                
                 
                   Make
                   its
                   abode
                   with
                   a
                   sowr
                   ingenie
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   harmlesse
                   spright
                   it self
                   will
                   nere
                   disport
                
                 
                   With
                   bloudie
                   zeal
                   ,
                   currish
                   malignitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   wrathfull
                   ignorance
                   ,
                   grave
                   hypocrisie
                   .
                
                 
                   Mirth
                   ,
                   and
                   free
                   mindednesse
                   ,
                   simplicitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Patience
                   ,
                   Discreetnesse
                   ,
                   and
                   benignitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Faithfulnesse
                   ,
                   heart-struck
                   teneritie
                   ;
                
                 
                   These
                   be
                   the
                   lovely
                   play-mates
                   of
                   pure
                   veritie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   59
                
                 
                   The
                   Eternall
                   Sonne
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   who
                   Logos
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Made
                   all
                   things
                   in
                   a
                   fit
                   proportion
                   ;
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   ,
                   I
                   wote
                   ,
                   no
                   man
                   that
                   judgeth
                   right
                
                 
                   In
                   heaven
                   will
                   make
                   such
                   a
                   confusion
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   courses
                   of
                   unlike
                   extension
                   ,
                
                 
                   Infinitely
                   unlike
                   ,
                   in
                   like
                   time
                   shall
                   be
                   run
                
                 
                   By
                   the
                   flight
                   starres
                   .
                   Such
                   vast
                   distension
                
                 
                   Of
                   place
                   shews
                   that
                   their
                   time
                   is
                   not
                   all
                   one
                   ;
                
                 
                   Saturn
                   his
                   ring
                   no'te
                   finish
                   as
                   quick
                   as
                   the
                   Moon
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   60
                
                 
                   Yet
                   if
                   the
                   Earth
                   stand
                   stupid
                   and
                   unmov'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   needs
                   must
                   come
                   to
                   passe
                   .
                   For
                   they
                   go
                   round
                
                 
                   In
                   every
                   twise
                   twelve
                   houres
                   ,
                   as
                   is
                   prov'd
                
                 
                   By
                   dayly
                   experience
                   .
                   But
                   it
                   would
                   confound
                
                 
                   The
                   worlds
                   right
                   order
                   ,
                   if
                   't
                   were
                   surely
                   found
                
                 
                   A
                   reall
                   motion
                   .
                   Wherefore
                   let
                   it
                   be
                
                 
                   In
                   them
                   but
                   seeming
                   ,
                   but
                   a
                   reall
                   round
                
                 
                   In
                   th'
                   earth
                   it self
                   .
                   The
                   world
                   so
                   's
                   setten
                   free
                
                 
                   From
                   that
                   untoward
                   disproportionalitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   61
                
                 
                   For
                   so
                   the
                   courses
                   of
                   the
                   erring
                   Seven
                
                 
                   With
                   their
                   own
                   orbs
                   will
                   fitly
                   well
                   agree
                   ;
                
                 
                   Their
                   Annuall
                   periods
                   in
                   the
                   liquid
                   heaven
                
                 
                   They
                   onely
                   finish
                   then
                   :
                   which
                   as
                   they
                   be
                
                 
                   Or
                   lesse
                   or
                   greater
                   ,
                   so
                   the
                   time
                   they
                   flie
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   own
                   circlings
                   hath
                   its
                   difference
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   moon
                   a
                   moneth
                   ,
                   Saturn
                   years
                   ten
                   times
                   three
                   ;
                
                 
                   Those
                   have
                   the
                   least
                   and
                   bigg'st
                   circumference
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   all
                   their
                   times
                   and
                   orbs
                   have
                   mutuall
                   reference
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   62
                
                 
                   Next
                   light
                   's
                   ,
                   the
                   Planets
                   dark
                   opacitie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   long
                   time
                   hath
                   been
                   found
                   in
                   the
                   low
                   moon
                   :
                
                 
                   Hills
                   ,
                   valleys
                   ,
                   and
                   such
                   like
                   asperitie
                
                 
                   Through
                   optick
                   glasses
                   thence
                   have
                   plainly
                   shone
                   :
                
                 
                   By
                   the
                   same
                   trick
                   it
                   hath
                   been
                   clearly
                   shown
                
                 
                   That
                   Venus
                   moon-like
                   grows
                   corniculate
                
                 
                   What
                   time
                   her
                   face
                   with
                   flusher
                   light
                   is
                   blown
                   :
                
                 
                   Some
                   such
                   like
                   things
                   others
                   have
                   contemplate
                
                 
                   In
                   Mercurie
                   ,
                   about
                   the
                   Sunne
                   both
                   circulate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   63
                
                 
                   When
                   Venus
                   is
                   the
                   furthest
                   off
                   from
                   us
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   is
                   she
                   in
                   her
                   full
                   .
                   When
                   in
                   her
                   full
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   seemeth
                   least
                   ;
                   which
                   proves
                   she's
                   exterous
                
                 
                   Beyond
                   the
                   Sunne
                   ,
                   and
                   further
                   off
                   doth
                   roll
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   her
                   circling
                   nearer
                   down
                   doth
                   pull
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   gins
                   she
                   swell
                   ,
                   and
                   waxen
                   bug
                   with
                   horn
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   loose
                   her
                   light
                   ,
                   parts
                   clad
                   with
                   darknesse
                   dull
                
                 
                   She
                   shows
                   to
                   us
                   .
                   She
                   and
                   Mercury
                   ne're
                   born
                
                 
                   Farre
                   from
                   the
                   Sunne
                   ,
                   proves
                   that
                   about
                   him
                   both
                   do
                   turn
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   64
                
                 
                   They
                   both
                   opake
                   ,
                   as
                   also
                   is
                   the
                   Moon
                
                 
                   That
                   turns
                   about
                   the
                   earth
                   (
                   so
                   turn
                   those
                   foure
                
                 
                   'Bout
                   Jupiter
                   ,
                   tend
                   him
                   as
                   he
                   doth
                   run
                
                 
                   His
                   annuall
                   course
                   )
                   Then
                   Tellus
                   so
                   may
                   scoure
                
                 
                   Th'
                   Ethereall
                   plain
                   ,
                   and
                   have
                   the
                   self
                   saine
                   power
                
                 
                   To
                   run
                   her
                   circuits
                   in
                   the
                   liquid
                   skie
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   Sunne
                   ,
                   the
                   mind
                   that
                   doth
                   not
                   lour
                   ,
                
                 
                   Drooping
                   in
                   carthie
                   dregs
                   ,
                   will
                   not
                   denie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sith
                   we
                   so
                   well
                   have
                   prov'd
                   the
                   starres
                   opacitie
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   65
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   great
                   the
                   lesser
                   lamps
                   do
                   dance
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Medicean
                   foure
                   reel
                   about
                   Jove
                   ;
                
                 
                   Two
                   round
                   old
                   Saturn
                   without
                   Nominance
                   ,
                
                 
                   Luna
                   about
                   the
                   earth
                   doth
                   nimbly
                   move
                   :
                
                 
                   Then
                   all
                   as
                   it
                   doth
                   seemly
                   well
                   behove
                   ,
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   bigg'st
                   of
                   all
                   great
                   Phoebus
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   joy
                   and
                   jollitie
                   needs
                   round
                   must
                   rove
                   ,
                
                 
                   Tickled
                   with
                   pleasure
                   of
                   his
                   heat
                   and
                   light
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   tumbling
                   tricks
                   they
                   play
                   in
                   his
                   farre
                   piercing
                   sight
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   66
                
                 
                   But
                   my
                   next
                   argument
                   (
                   could
                   I't
                   well
                   expresse
                
                 
                   With
                   Poets
                   pen
                   )
                   it
                   hath
                   so
                   mighty
                   force
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   an
                   ingenious
                   man
                   't
                   would
                   stoutly
                   presse
                
                 
                   To
                   give
                   assent
                   unto
                   the
                   Annuall
                   course
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   our
                   earth
                   .
                   But
                   prejudice
                   the
                   nurse
                
                 
                   Of
                   ignorance
                   stoppeth
                   all
                   free
                   confession
                   ,
                
                 
                   Al
                   's
                   keeps
                   the
                   way
                   that
                   souls
                   have
                   not
                   recourse
                
                 
                   To
                   purer
                   reason
                   ,
                   chok'd
                   with
                   that
                   oppression
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   argument
                   is
                   drawn
                   from
                   the
                   stars
                   retrocession
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   67
                
                 
                   Planets
                   go
                   back
                   ,
                   stand
                   still
                   ,
                   and
                   forward
                   flie
                
                 
                   With
                   unexpected
                   swiftnesse
                   :
                   What
                   's
                   the
                   cause
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   thus
                   stagger
                   in
                   the
                   plain-pav'd
                   skie
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   stupid
                   stand
                   ,
                   as
                   if
                   some
                   dull
                   repose
                
                 
                   Did
                   numb
                   their
                   spirits
                   and
                   their
                   sinews
                   lose
                   ?
                
                 
                   Here'gins
                   the
                   wheel-work
                   of
                   the
                   Epicycle
                   ;
                
                 
                   Thus
                   patch
                   they
                   heaven
                   more
                   botch'dly
                   then
                   old
                   cloths
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   prettie
                   sport
                   doth
                   make
                   my
                   heart
                   to
                   tickle
                
                 
                   With
                   laughter
                   ,
                   and
                   mine
                   eyes
                   with
                   merry
                   tears
                   to
                   trickle
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   68
                
                 
                   O
                   daring
                   phansie
                   !
                   that
                   dost
                   thus
                   compile
                
                 
                   The
                   heavens
                   from
                   hasty
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   such
                   as
                   fall
                   next
                   ;
                
                 
                   Warie
                   Philosophers
                   cannot
                   but
                   smile
                
                 
                   At
                   such
                   feat
                   gear
                   ,
                   at
                   thy
                   rude
                   rash
                   context
                   .
                
                 
                   An
                   heap
                   of
                   orbs
                   disorderly
                   perplext
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thrust
                   in
                   on
                   every
                   hint
                   of
                   motion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Must
                   be
                   the
                   wondrous
                   art
                   of
                   Nature
                   ,
                   next
                
                 
                   Here
                   working
                   under
                   God.
                   Thus
                   ,
                   thus
                   vain
                   man
                
                 
                   Intitles
                   alwayes
                   God
                   to
                   his
                   opinion
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   69
                
                 
                   Thinks
                   every
                   thing
                   is
                   done
                   as
                   he
                   conceives
                   ;
                
                 
                   Would
                   bind
                   all
                   men
                   to
                   his
                   religion
                   ;
                
                 
                   All
                   the
                   world
                   else
                   of
                   freedome
                   he
                   bereaves
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   and
                   his
                   God
                   must
                   have
                   Dominion
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   truth
                   must
                   have
                   her
                   propagation
                   :
                
                 
                   That
                   is
                   his
                   thought
                   ,
                   which
                   he
                   hath
                   made
                   a
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   furious
                   hot
                   inust
                   impression
                
                 
                   Doth
                   so
                   disturb
                   his
                   veins
                   ,
                   that
                   all
                   abroad
                
                 
                   With
                   rage
                   he
                   roves
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   gainsayers
                   down
                   hath
                   trod
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   But
                   to
                   return
                   from
                   whence
                   my
                   Muse
                   hath
                   flown
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   this
                   disordred
                   superfluitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   Epicycles
                   ,
                   or
                   what
                   else
                   is
                   shown
                
                 
                   To
                   salve
                   the
                   strange
                   absurd
                   enormitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   staggering
                   motions
                   in
                   the
                   azure
                   skie
                   ;
                
                 
                   Both
                   Epicycles
                   and
                   those
                   turns
                   enorm
                
                 
                   Would
                   all
                   prove
                   nought
                   ,
                   if
                   you
                   would
                   but
                   let
                   slie
                
                 
                   The
                   earth
                   in
                   the
                   Ecliptick
                   line
                   yborn
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   I
                   could
                   well
                   describe
                   in
                   Mathematick
                   form
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   71
                
                 
                   So
                   could
                   I
                   (
                   that
                   's
                   another
                   argument
                   )
                
                 
                   From
                   this
                   same
                   principle
                   most
                   clearly
                   prove
                
                 
                   In
                   regresse
                   and
                   in
                   progresse
                   different
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   free
                   Planets
                   :
                   Why
                   Saturn
                   should
                   rove
                
                 
                   With
                   shorter
                   startings
                   ,
                   give
                   back
                   lesse
                   then
                   Jove
                   ;
                
                 
                   Jove
                   lesse
                   then
                   Mars
                   ;
                   why
                   Venus
                   flincheth
                   out
                
                 
                   More
                   then
                   Mercurius
                   ;
                   why
                   Saturn
                   doth
                   move
                
                 
                   Ofter
                   in
                   those
                   back
                   jets
                   then
                   Jove
                   doth
                   shoot
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   Mercury
                   more
                   oft
                   then
                   Venus
                   and
                   Mars
                   stout
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   72
                
                 
                   And
                   why
                   the
                   Sunne
                   escap'd
                   an
                   Epicycle
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   as
                   th'
                   old
                   prodigall
                   Astronomie
                
                 
                   On
                   the
                   other
                   six
                   bestowed
                   that
                   needlesse
                   cycle
                   ;
                
                 
                   Why
                   Saturn
                   ,
                   Jove
                   ,
                   and
                   Mars
                   be
                   very
                   nigh
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   show
                   bigger
                   in
                   our
                   eye
                
                 
                   At
                   eventide
                   when
                   they
                   rise
                   Acronycall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Why
                   farre
                   remov'd
                   with
                   so
                   vast
                   distancie
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   go
                   down
                   with
                   setting
                   Kronycall
                   :
                
                 
                   All
                   these
                   will
                   plain
                   appear
                   from
                   th'
                   earths
                   course
                   Annuall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   73
                
                 
                   Many
                   other
                   reasons
                   from
                   those
                   heavenly
                   motions
                
                 
                   Might
                   well
                   be
                   drawn
                   ,
                   but
                   with
                   exilitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   subtile
                   Mathematicks
                   obscure
                   notions
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Poets
                   pen
                   so
                   fitly
                   no'te
                   agree
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   curious
                   men
                   will
                   judge't
                   a
                   vagrancy
                
                 
                   To
                   start
                   thus
                   from
                   my
                   scope
                   .
                   My
                   pitched
                   end
                
                 
                   Was
                   for
                   to
                   prove
                   the
                   immortalitie
                
                 
                   Of
                   humane
                   souls
                   :
                   But
                   if
                   you
                   well
                   attend
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   ship
                   to
                   the
                   right
                   port
                   by
                   this
                   bow'd
                   course
                   did
                   bend
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   74
                
                 
                   For
                   I
                   have
                   clearly
                   show'd
                   that
                   stout
                   resistence
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   pure
                   soul
                   against
                   the
                   Mundane
                   spright
                
                 
                   And
                   bulk
                   ,
                   whereof's
                   the
                   lower
                   mans
                   consistence
                   ;
                
                 
                   How
                   it
                   doth
                   quell
                   by
                   force
                   of
                   reason
                   right
                
                 
                   Those
                   grosse
                   impressions
                   which
                   our
                   outward
                   sight
                
                 
                   Seald
                   in
                   our
                   lower
                   life
                   :
                   From
                   whence
                   we
                   see
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   have
                   proper
                   independent
                   might
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   our
                   own
                   mind
                   ,
                   behold
                   our
                   own
                   Idee
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   needs
                   must
                   prove
                   the
                   souls
                   sure
                   immortality
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                   PSYCHATHANASIA
                   .
                   Book
                   3.
                   
                   Cant.
                   4.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Iustice
                     ,
                     true
                     faith
                     in
                     the
                     first
                     good
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Our
                     best
                     perswasion
                  
                   
                     Of
                     blest
                     eternity
                     unmov'd
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Th'
                     earths
                     conflagration
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   1
                
                 
                   IT
                   doth
                   me
                   good
                   to
                   think
                   what
                   things
                   will
                   follow
                
                 
                   That
                   well
                   prov'd
                   thesis
                   in
                   my
                   former
                   song
                   ;
                
                 
                   How
                   we
                   in
                   liquid
                   heavens
                   more
                   swift
                   then
                   swallow
                
                 
                   Do
                   sail
                   on
                   Tellus
                   lap
                   .
                   That
                   doth
                   among
                
                 
                   The
                   other
                   starres
                   of
                   right
                   not
                   rudely
                   throng
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   have
                   vvhat
                   highest
                   thoughts
                   of
                   man
                   desire
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   highest
                   thoughts
                   of
                   man
                   are
                   vain
                   and
                   vvrong
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   outvvard
                   heaven
                   vve
                   burn
                   vvith
                   hellish
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hate
                   ,
                   envy
                   ,
                   covetise
                   ,
                   revenge
                   ,
                   lust
                   ,
                   pride
                   and
                   ire
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   eighth
                   sphere
                   Andromeda
                   from
                   chains
                
                 
                   Is
                   not
                   releast
                   ;
                   fearfull
                   Orion
                   flyes
                
                 
                   The
                   dreaded
                   Scorpion
                   .
                   Alas
                   !
                   vvhat
                   gains
                
                 
                   Then
                   is't
                   to
                   live
                   in
                   the
                   bright
                   starrie
                   skyes
                   ?
                
                 
                   It
                   no
                   man
                   can
                   exeem
                   from
                   miseries
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   you
                   that
                   seek
                   for
                   true
                   felicity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rend
                   your
                   ovvn
                   hearts
                   :
                   There
                   God
                   himself
                   descryes
                
                 
                   Himself
                   ;
                   there
                   dvvells
                   his
                   beauteous
                   majesty
                   ;
                
                 
                   There
                   shines
                   the
                   sunne
                   of
                   righteousnesse
                   in
                   goodly
                   glee
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   3
                
                 
                   And
                   you
                   who
                   boldly
                   all
                   Gods
                   providence
                
                 
                   Confine
                   to
                   this
                   small
                   ball
                   ,
                   that
                   
                     Tell
                     us
                  
                   hight
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   dream
                   not
                   of
                   a
                   mutuall
                   influence
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   how
                   that
                   she
                   may
                   shine
                   with
                   beamsbright
                
                 
                   At
                   a
                   farre
                   distance
                   clad
                   with
                   Sols
                   lent
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   Venus
                   and
                   the
                   Moon
                   ;
                   O
                   you
                   that
                   make
                
                 
                   This
                   earth
                   Gods
                   onely
                   darling
                   dear
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   th'
                   other
                   orbs
                   merely
                   for
                   this
                   orbs
                   sake
                
                 
                   So
                   swiftly
                   for
                   to
                   runne
                   with
                   labour
                   never
                   slack
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   4
                
                 
                   To
                   dance
                   attendance
                   on
                   their
                   Princesse
                   Earth
                
                 
                   In
                   their
                   quick
                   circuits
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   anger
                   keen
                
                 
                   Would
                   bite
                   him
                   ,
                   that
                   or
                   serious
                   or
                   in
                   mirth
                
                 
                   Doubts
                   the
                   prerogative
                   of
                   your
                   great
                   Queen
                   !
                
                 
                   Best
                   use
                   of
                   that
                   your
                   Theory
                   ,
                   I
                   ween
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   ,
                   that
                   as
                   your selves
                   monopolize
                
                 
                   All
                   the
                   whole
                   world
                   ,
                   so
                   your selves
                   back
                   again
                
                 
                   You
                   wholy
                   give
                   to
                   God.
                   Who
                   can
                   devise
                
                 
                   A
                   better
                   way
                   ?
                   Mans
                   soul
                   to
                   God
                   this
                   closely
                   tyes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   5
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   the
                   earth
                   doth
                   thankfully
                   reflect
                
                 
                   Both
                   light
                   and
                   influence
                   to
                   other
                   starres
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   well
                   as
                   they
                   to
                   it
                   ,
                   where
                   's
                   the
                   defect
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   sweet
                   subordination
                   it
                   mars
                   ;
                
                 
                   Gods
                   love
                   to
                   us
                   then
                   not
                   so
                   plain
                   appears
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   then
                   the
                   starres
                   be
                   mutually
                   made
                
                 
                   One
                   for
                   another
                   :
                   Each
                   all
                   the
                   good
                   then
                   bears
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   Universe
                   ,
                   for
                   'ts
                   single
                   labour
                   paid
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   joint
                   pains
                   of
                   all
                   that
                   in
                   the
                   heavens
                   wade
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   6
                
                 
                   Rare
                   reason
                   !
                   why
                   !
                   then
                   God
                   would
                   be
                   too
                   good
                
                 
                   What
                   judgeth
                   so
                   but
                   envy
                   ,
                   and
                   vain
                   pride
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   base
                   contract
                   self-love
                   ?
                   which
                   that
                   free
                   floud
                
                 
                   Of
                   bounty
                   hath
                   so
                   confidently
                   tied
                
                 
                   Unto
                   it self
                   alone
                   .
                   Large
                   hearts
                   deride
                
                 
                   This
                   pent
                   hypocrisie
                   .
                   Is
                   he
                   good
                   to
                   me
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   grace
                   I
                   would
                   not
                   ere
                   should
                   be
                   deny'd
                
                 
                   Unto
                   my
                   fellow
                   :
                   My
                   felicity
                
                 
                   Is
                   multiply'd
                   ,
                   when
                   others
                   I
                   like
                   happy
                   see
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   7
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   the
                   rolling
                   starres
                   with
                   mutuall
                   rayes
                
                 
                   Serve
                   one
                   another
                   ;
                   sweet
                   fraternity
                
                 
                   And
                   humble
                   love
                   ,
                   with
                   such
                   like
                   lore
                   we
                   'll
                   raise
                   ,
                
                 
                   While
                   we
                   do
                   see
                   Gods
                   great
                   benignity
                
                 
                   Thus
                   mutually
                   reflected
                   in
                   the
                   skie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ,
                   these
                   round-moving
                   worlds
                   communicate
                
                 
                   One
                   with
                   another
                   by
                   spread
                   sympathie
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   all
                   things
                   friendly
                   will
                   concatenate
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   more
                   hardy
                   wits
                   that
                   truth
                   determinate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   8
                
                 
                   It
                   me
                   behoves
                   t'
                   hold
                   forward
                   on
                   my
                   way
                   ,
                
                 
                   Leaving
                   this
                   uncouth
                   strange
                   Philosophy
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   which
                   my
                   lightsome
                   pen
                   too
                   long
                   did
                   play
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   rigid
                   men
                   in
                   sad
                   severity
                
                 
                   May
                   deem
                   ;
                   but
                   we
                   right
                   carelesse
                   leave
                   that
                   free
                
                 
                   Unto
                   their
                   censure
                   .
                   Now
                   more
                   weighty
                   thought
                
                 
                   Doth
                   sway
                   our
                   mind
                   ,
                   thinking
                   how
                   all
                   doth
                   flee
                
                 
                   Whatever
                   we
                   have
                   painfully
                   ytaught
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   little
                   fruit
                   remains
                   of
                   all
                   my
                   skill
                   hath
                   wraught
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   9
                
                 
                   o
                   th'
                   emptinesse
                   of
                   vain
                   Philosophy
                   !
                
                 
                   When
                   thin-spunne
                   reason
                   and
                   exile
                   discourse
                
                 
                   Make
                   the
                   soul
                   creep
                   through
                   a
                   strait
                   Theory
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whither
                   the
                   blunter
                   mind
                   can
                   never
                   force
                
                 
                   It self
                   ;
                   yet
                   oft
                   ,
                   alas
                   !
                   the
                   case
                   is
                   worse
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   so
                   subtile
                   wight
                   ,
                   when
                   dangers
                   deep
                
                 
                   Approch
                   his
                   life
                   ,
                   then
                   his
                   who
                   learnings
                   sourse
                
                 
                   Did
                   never
                   drink
                   of
                   ,
                   nere
                   his
                   lips
                   did
                   steep
                
                 
                   In
                   Plato's
                   springs
                   ,
                   nor
                   with
                   low
                   gown
                   the
                   dust
                   did
                   sweep
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   10
                
                 
                   Certes
                   such
                   knowledge
                   is
                   a
                   vanity
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   no
                   strength
                   t'
                   abide
                   a
                   stormy
                   stoure
                   ;
                
                 
                   Such
                   thin
                   slight
                   clothing
                   will
                   not
                   keep
                   us
                   dry
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   the
                   grim
                   heavens
                   ,
                   all
                   black
                   and
                   sadly
                   soure
                
                 
                   With
                   rage
                   and
                   tempest
                   ,
                   plenteously
                   dovvn
                   shovver
                
                 
                   Great
                   floods
                   of
                   rain
                   .
                   Dispread
                   exility
                
                 
                   Of
                   slyer
                   reasons
                   fails
                   :
                   Some
                   greater
                   povver
                
                 
                   Found
                   in
                   a
                   lively
                   vigorous
                   Unity
                
                 
                   with
                   God
                   ,
                   must
                   free
                   the
                   soul
                   from
                   this
                   perplexity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   11
                
                 
                   Say
                   now
                   the
                   dagger
                   touch'd
                   thy
                   trembling
                   breast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Couldst
                   thou
                   recall
                   the
                   reasons
                   I
                   have
                   shown
                
                 
                   To
                   prove
                   th'
                   immortall
                   state
                   of
                   men
                   deceast
                   ?
                
                 
                   Evolved
                   reason
                   cannot
                   stand
                   at
                   one
                
                 
                   Stoutly
                   to
                   guard
                   thy
                   soul
                   from
                   passion
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   passe
                   successively
                   like
                   sand
                   i'
                   th'
                   glasse
                   ;
                
                 
                   While
                   thou
                   look'st
                   upon
                   this
                   the
                   other's
                   gone
                
                 
                   But
                   there
                   's
                   a
                   plight
                   of
                   soul
                   such
                   virtue
                   has
                
                 
                   Which
                   reasons
                   weak
                   assistance
                   strangely
                   doth
                   surpasse
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   12
                
                 
                   The
                   just
                   and
                   constant
                   man
                   ,
                   a
                   multitude
                
                 
                   Set
                   upon
                   mischief
                   cannot
                   him
                   constrain
                
                 
                   To
                   do
                   amisse
                   by
                   all
                   their
                   uprores
                   rude
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   for
                   a
                   tyrants
                   threat
                   will
                   he
                   ere
                   stain
                
                 
                   His
                   inward
                   honour
                   .
                   The
                   rough
                   Adrian
                
                 
                   Tost
                   with
                   unquiet
                   winds
                   doth
                   nothing
                   move
                
                 
                   His
                   steddy
                   heart
                   .
                   Much
                   pleasure
                   he
                   doth
                   gain
                
                 
                   To
                   see
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   his
                   Master
                   Jove
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   his
                   drad
                   darts
                   with
                   hurrying
                   light
                   through
                   all
                   do
                   rove
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   13
                
                 
                   If
                   heaven
                   and
                   earth
                   should
                   rush
                   with
                   a
                   great
                   noise
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   fearlesse
                   stands
                   ,
                   he
                   knows
                   whom
                   he
                   doth
                   trust
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   confident
                   of
                   his
                   souls
                   after
                   joyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   this
                   vain
                   bulk
                   were
                   grinded
                   into
                   dust
                   .
                
                 
                   Strange
                   strength
                   resideth
                   in
                   the
                   soul
                   that
                   's
                   just
                   :
                
                 
                   It
                   feels
                   the
                   power
                   how
                   't
                   commands
                   the
                   spright
                
                 
                   Of
                   the
                   low
                   man
                   ,
                   vigorously
                   finds
                   it
                   must
                
                 
                   Be
                   independent
                   of
                   such
                   feeble
                   might
                
                 
                   Whose
                   motions
                   dare
                   not
                   'pear
                   before
                   its
                   awfull
                   sight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   14
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   ,
                   my
                   Muse
                   ,
                   still
                   take
                   an
                   higher
                   flight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sing
                   of
                   Platonick
                   Faith
                   in
                   the
                   first
                   Good
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   Faith
                   that
                   doth
                   our
                   souls
                   to
                   God
                   unite
                
                 
                   So
                   strongly
                   ,
                   tightly
                   ,
                   that
                   the
                   rapid
                   floud
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   swift
                   flux
                   of
                   things
                   ,
                   nor
                   with
                   foul
                   mud
                
                 
                   Can
                   stain
                   ,
                   nor
                   strike
                   us
                   off
                   from
                   th'
                   unity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   we
                   stedfast
                   stand
                   ,
                   unshak'd
                   ,
                   unmov'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Engrafted
                   by
                   a
                   deep
                   vitality
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   prop
                   and
                   stay
                   of
                   things
                   is
                   Gods
                   benignity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   15
                
                 
                   Al
                   's
                   is
                   the
                   rule
                   of
                   his
                   Oeconomie
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   other
                   cause
                   the
                   creature
                   brought
                   to
                   light
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   first
                   Goods
                   pregnant
                   fecundity
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   to
                   himself
                   is
                   perfect
                   full
                   delight
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   wanteth
                   nought
                   ,
                   with
                   his
                   own
                   beams
                   bedight
                
                 
                   He
                   glory
                   has
                   enough
                   .
                   O
                   blasphemy
                   !
                
                 
                   That
                   envy
                   gives
                   to
                   God
                   or
                   soure
                   despight
                   !
                
                 
                   Harsh
                   hearts
                   !
                   that
                   feigne
                   in
                   God
                   a
                   tyranny
                   ,
                
                 
                   Under
                   pretense
                   t'
                   encrease
                   his
                   sovereigne
                   Majesty
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   16
                
                 
                   When
                   nothing
                   can
                   to
                   Gods
                   own
                   self
                   accrew
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   's
                   infinitely
                   happy
                   ;
                   sure
                   the
                   end
                
                 
                   Of
                   this
                   creation
                   simply
                   was
                   to
                   shew
                
                 
                   His
                   flowing
                   goodnesse
                   ,
                   which
                   he
                   doth
                   out
                   send
                
                 
                   Not
                   for
                   himself
                   ;
                   for
                   nought
                   can
                   him
                   amend
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   to
                   his
                   creature
                   doth
                   his
                   good
                   impart
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   infinite
                   Good
                   through
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   doth
                   wend
                
                 
                   To
                   fill
                   with
                   heavenly
                   blisse
                   each
                   willing
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   the
                   free
                   Sunne
                   doth
                   '
                   light
                   and
                   '
                   liven
                   every
                   part
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   17
                
                 
                   This
                   is
                   the
                   measure
                   of
                   Gods
                   providence
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   key
                   of
                   knowledge
                   ,
                   the
                   first
                   fair
                   Idee
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   eye
                   of
                   truth
                   ,
                   the
                   spring
                   of
                   living
                   sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whence
                   sprout
                   Gods
                   secrets
                   ,
                   the
                   sweet
                   mystery
                
                 
                   Of
                   lasting
                   life
                   ,
                   eternall
                   charity
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   you
                   O
                   bitter
                   men
                   and
                   soure
                   of
                   spright
                   !
                
                 
                   Which
                   brand
                   Gods
                   name
                   with
                   such
                   foul
                   infamy
                
                 
                   As
                   though
                   poore
                   humane
                   race
                   he
                   did
                   or
                   slight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   curiously
                   view
                   to
                   do
                   them
                   some
                   despight
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   18
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   to
                   shew
                   his
                   mighty
                   excellency
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   uncontrolled
                   strength
                   :
                   fond
                   men
                   !
                   areed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   't
                   not
                   as
                   great
                   an
                   act
                   from
                   misery
                
                 
                   To
                   keep
                   the
                   feeble
                   ,
                   as
                   his
                   life
                   to
                   speed
                
                 
                   With
                   fatall
                   stroke
                   ?
                   The
                   weak
                   shak'd
                   whisling
                   reed
                
                 
                   Shows
                   Boreas
                   wondrous
                   strong
                   !
                   but
                   ignorance
                
                 
                   And
                   false
                   conceit
                   is
                   the
                   foul
                   spirits
                   meed
                   ;
                
                 
                   Gods
                   lovely
                   life
                   hath
                   there
                   no
                   enterance
                   ;
                
                 
                   Hence
                   their
                   fond
                   thoughts
                   for
                   truth
                   they
                   vainly
                   do
                   advance
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   19
                
                 
                   If
                   God
                   do
                   all
                   things
                   simply
                   at
                   his
                   pleasure
                
                 
                   Because
                   he
                   will
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   because
                   its
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   his
                   actions
                   shall
                   have
                   no
                   set
                   measure
                   ;
                
                 
                   Is
                   't
                   possible
                   it
                   should
                   be
                   understood
                
                 
                   What
                   he
                   intends
                   ?
                   I
                   feel
                   that
                   he
                   is
                   lov'd
                
                 
                   Of
                   my
                   dear
                   soul
                   ,
                   and
                   know
                   that
                   I
                   have
                   born
                
                 
                   Much
                   for
                   his
                   sake
                   ;
                   yet
                   is
                   it
                   not
                   hence
                   prov'd
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   shall
                   live
                   ,
                   though
                   I
                   do
                   sigh
                   and
                   mourn
                
                 
                   To
                   find
                   his
                   face
                   ;
                   his
                   creatures
                   wish
                   he
                   'll
                   slight
                   and
                   scorn
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   02
                
                 
                   When
                   I
                   breath
                   out
                   my
                   utmost
                   vitall
                   breath
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   my
                   dear
                   spirit
                   to
                   my
                   God
                   commend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   some
                   foul
                   feigne
                   close
                   lurking
                   underneath
                
                 
                   My
                   serious
                   humble
                   soul
                   from
                   me
                   may
                   rend
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   to
                   the
                   lower
                   shades
                   down
                   we
                   shall
                   wend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   I
                   in
                   hearts
                   simplicity
                   expected
                
                 
                   A
                   better
                   doom
                   ;
                   sith
                   I
                   my
                   steps
                   did
                   bend
                
                 
                   Toward
                   the
                   will
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   had
                   detected
                
                 
                   Strong
                   hope
                   of
                   lasting
                   life
                   ,
                   but
                   now
                   I
                   am
                   rejected
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   21
                
                 
                   Nor
                   of
                   well
                   being
                   ,
                   nor
                   subsistency
                
                 
                   Of
                   our
                   poore
                   souls
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   do
                   hence
                   depart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Can
                   any
                   be
                   assur'd
                   ,
                   if
                   liberty
                
                 
                   We
                   give
                   to
                   such
                   odde
                   thoughts
                   ,
                   that
                   thus
                   pervert
                
                 
                   The
                   laws
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   and
                   rashly
                   do
                   assert
                
                 
                   That
                   will
                   rules
                   God
                   ,
                   but
                   Good
                   rules
                   not
                   Gods
                   will.
                
                 
                   What
                   ere
                   from
                   right
                   ,
                   love
                   ,
                   equity
                   ,
                   doth
                   start
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   ought
                   we
                   know
                   then
                   God
                   may
                   act
                   that
                   ill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Onely
                   to
                   show
                   his
                   might
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   free
                   mind
                   fulfill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   22
                
                 
                   O
                   belch
                   of
                   hell
                   !
                   O
                   horrid
                   blasphemy
                   !
                
                 
                   That
                   Heavens
                   unblemish'd
                   beauty
                   thus
                   dost
                   stain
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   brand
                   Gods
                   nature
                   with
                   such
                   infamy
                   :
                
                 
                   Can
                   
                     Wise
                     ,
                     Iust
                     ,
                     Good
                  
                   ,
                   do
                   ought
                   that
                   's
                   harsh
                   or
                   vain
                   ?
                
                 
                   All
                   what
                   he
                   doth
                   is
                   for
                   the
                   creatures
                   gain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   seeking
                   ought
                   from
                   us
                   for
                   his
                   content
                   :
                
                 
                   What
                   is
                   a
                   drop
                   unto
                   the
                   Ocean
                   main
                   ?
                
                 
                   All
                   he
                   intends
                   is
                   our
                   accomplishment
                   .
                
                 
                   His
                   being
                   is
                   self-full
                   ,
                   self-joy'd
                   ,
                   self-excellent
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   23
                
                 
                   He
                   his
                   fair
                   beams
                   through
                   all
                   has
                   freely
                   sent
                   :
                
                 
                   Purge
                   but
                   thy
                   soul
                   that
                   thou
                   mayst
                   take
                   them
                   in
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   froward
                   hypocrite
                   he
                   never
                   went
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   finds
                   pretexts
                   to
                   keep
                   his
                   darling
                   sinne
                   .
                
                 
                   Through
                   all
                   the
                   earth
                   this
                   spright
                   takes
                   pains
                   to
                   winne
                
                 
                   Unto
                   it self
                   such
                   as
                   be
                   simply
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   malignant
                   pride
                   resist
                   not
                   him
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   strive
                   to
                   do
                   what
                   he
                   for
                   right
                   doth
                   shew
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   still
                   a
                   greater
                   light
                   he
                   brings
                   into
                   their
                   view
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   All
                   lives
                   in
                   severall
                   circumference
                
                 
                   Look
                   up
                   unto
                   him
                   and
                   expect
                   their
                   food
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   opes
                   his
                   hand
                   ,
                   showrs
                   down
                   their
                   sustinence
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   all
                   things
                   be
                   yfild
                   with
                   their
                   wish'd
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   drink
                   ,
                   are
                   satisfi'd
                   from
                   this
                   free
                   flood
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   circling
                   life
                   that
                   yet
                   unsettled
                   is
                
                 
                   Grows
                   straight
                   ,
                   as
                   it
                   is
                   further
                   still
                   remov'd
                
                 
                   From
                   the
                   first
                   simple
                   Good
                   ,
                   obtains
                   lesse
                   blisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sustains
                   sharp
                   pains
                   inflicted
                   by
                   just
                   Nemesis
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   24
                
                 
                   But
                   why
                   do
                   I
                   my
                   soul
                   loose
                   and
                   disperse
                
                 
                   With
                   mouldring
                   reason
                   ,
                   that
                   like
                   sand
                   doth
                   flow
                   .
                
                 
                   Life
                   close
                   united
                   with
                   that
                   Good
                   ,
                   a
                   verse
                
                 
                   Cannot
                   declare
                   ,
                   nor
                   its
                   strange
                   virtue
                   show
                   .
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   it
                   holds
                   up
                   the
                   soul
                   in
                   all
                   its
                   wo
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   death
                   ,
                   nor
                   hell
                   ,
                   nor
                   any
                   change
                   doth
                   fray
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   walks
                   in
                   light
                   knows
                   whither
                   he
                   doth
                   go
                   ;
                
                 
                   Our
                   God
                   is
                   light
                   ,
                   we
                   children
                   of
                   the
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   is
                   our
                   strength
                   and
                   hope
                   ,
                   what
                   can
                   us
                   then
                   dismay
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   25
                
                 
                   Goodnesse
                   it self
                   will
                   do
                   to
                   us
                   this
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   godly
                   souls
                   may
                   dwell
                   with
                   him
                   for
                   aye
                   .
                
                 
                   Will
                   God
                   forsake
                   what
                   of
                   himself
                   's
                   belov'd
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   ever
                   lives
                   may
                   shrink
                   into
                   cold
                   clay
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   good
                   mens
                   souls
                   death
                   hests
                   shall
                   not
                   obey
                   .
                
                 
                   Where
                   there
                   's
                   no
                   incompossibility
                
                 
                   Of
                   things
                   ,
                   Gods
                   goodnesse
                   needs
                   must
                   bear
                   the
                   sway
                
                 
                   You
                   virtuous
                   brood
                   take
                   't
                   for
                   sure
                   verity
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   souls
                   shalt
                   not
                   fall
                   short
                   of
                   blest
                   eternity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   26
                
                 
                   But
                   yet
                   bold
                   men
                   with
                   much
                   perplexity
                
                 
                   Will
                   here
                   object
                   against
                   this
                   principle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Heaping
                   up
                   reasons
                   (
                   strange
                   fecundity
                
                 
                   Of
                   ignorance
                   !
                   )
                   that
                   goodly
                   might
                   to
                   quell
                
                 
                   Of
                   my
                   last
                   argument
                   ,
                   so
                   fairly
                   well
                
                 
                   Set
                   down
                   ,
                   right
                   strongly
                   the
                   unsettled
                   spright
                
                 
                   To
                   have
                   confirmed
                   at
                   my
                   last
                   far-well
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   contraire
                   forces
                   they
                   bring
                   into
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   proudly
                   do
                   provoke
                   me
                   with
                   that
                   rout
                   to
                   sight
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   27
                
                 
                   Whence
                   was
                   't
                   ,
                   say
                   they
                   ,
                   that
                   God
                   the
                   creature
                   made
                
                 
                   No
                   sooner
                   ?
                   why
                   did
                   infinite
                   delay
                
                 
                   Precede
                   his
                   work
                   ?
                   should
                   God
                   his
                   goodnesse
                   staid
                
                 
                   So
                   long
                   a
                   time
                   ?
                   why
                   did
                   he
                   not
                   display
                
                 
                   From
                   infinite
                   years
                   this
                   
                     out-created
                     ray
                  
                   ?
                
                 
                   The
                   mighty
                   starres
                   why
                   not
                   inhabited
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   God
                   may
                   souls
                   proportion
                   to
                   their
                   clay
                
                 
                   As
                   well
                   as
                   to
                   this
                   earth
                   ?
                   why
                   not
                   dispred
                
                 
                   The
                   world
                   withouten
                   bounds
                   ,
                   endlesse
                   ,
                   uncompassed
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   28
                
                 
                   Poore
                   souls
                   !
                   why
                   were
                   they
                   put
                   into
                   this
                   cave
                
                 
                   Of
                   misery
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   can
                   well
                   exist
                
                 
                   Without
                   the
                   body
                   ?
                   Why
                   will
                   not
                   God
                   save
                
                 
                   All
                   mankind
                   ?
                   His
                   great
                   wisdome
                   if
                   it
                   list
                
                 
                   Could
                   so
                   contrive
                   that
                   they
                   'd
                   at
                   last
                   desist
                
                 
                   From
                   sinning
                   ,
                   fallen
                   into
                   some
                   providence
                
                 
                   That
                   sternly
                   might
                   rebuke
                   them
                   that
                   have
                   mist
                
                 
                   Their
                   way
                   ,
                   and
                   work
                   in
                   them
                   true
                   penitence
                   :
                
                 
                   Thus
                   might
                   they
                   turn
                   to
                   God
                   with
                   double
                   diligence
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   29
                
                 
                   Why
                   be
                   not
                   damned
                   souls
                   devoyd
                   of
                   sense
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   nothing
                   can
                   from
                   wickednesse
                   reclame
                   ,
                
                 
                   Rather
                   then
                   fry
                   in
                   pain
                   and
                   vehemence
                
                 
                   Of
                   searching
                   agony
                   ?
                   or
                   why
                   not
                   frame
                   .
                
                 
                   Another
                   form
                   ,
                   so
                   with
                   new
                   shape
                   and
                   name
                
                 
                   Again
                   to
                   turn
                   to
                   life
                   ?
                   One
                   centrall
                   spright
                
                 
                   Why
                   may
                   't
                   not
                   many
                   forms
                   in
                   it
                   contain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   may
                   be
                   wak'd
                   by
                   some
                   magnetick
                   might
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cording
                   as
                   is
                   the
                   matter
                   upon
                   which
                   they
                   light
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   30
                
                 
                   For
                   when
                   two
                   severall
                   kinds
                   by
                   Venus
                   knit
                
                 
                   Do
                   cause
                   a
                   birth
                   ,
                   from
                   both
                   the
                   soul
                   doth
                   take
                
                 
                   A
                   tincture
                   ;
                   but
                   if
                   free
                   it
                   were
                   transmit
                
                 
                   Uncloth'd
                   with
                   th'
                   others
                   seed
                   ,
                   then
                   it
                   would
                   make
                
                 
                   One
                   simple
                   form
                   ;
                   for
                   then
                   they
                   could
                   not
                   slake
                
                 
                   One
                   th'
                   others
                   energie
                   .
                   Why
                   's
                   the
                   world
                   still
                
                 
                   Stark
                   nought
                   ,
                   through
                   malice
                   ,
                   or
                   through
                   blind
                   mistake
                   ?
                
                 
                   Why
                   had
                   the
                   first-made-man
                   such
                   a
                   loose
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   his
                   innumerous
                   of-spring
                   he
                   should
                   fouly
                   spill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   31
                
                 
                   Why
                   was
                   not
                   this
                   unlucky
                   world
                   dissolv'd
                
                 
                   As
                   soon
                   as
                   that
                   unhappy
                   Adam
                   fell
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   itch
                   till
                   of
                   this
                   knot
                   I
                   be
                   resolv'd
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   many
                   myriads
                   tumble
                   down
                   to
                   hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Although
                   partakers
                   of
                   Gods
                   holy
                   spell
                   .
                
                 
                   Beside
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   said
                   ,
                   they
                   that
                   do
                   not
                   partake
                
                 
                   Of
                   Christian
                   lore
                   ,
                   for
                   ever
                   they
                   must
                   dwell
                
                 
                   With
                   cursed
                   fiends
                   ,
                   and
                   burn
                   in
                   brimstone
                   lake
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   drery
                   drad
                   designes
                   do
                   make
                   my
                   heart
                   to
                   quake
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   32
                
                 
                   One
                   of
                   a
                   multitude
                   of
                   myriads
                
                 
                   Shall
                   not
                   be
                   sav'd
                   ,
                   but
                   broyl
                   in
                   scorching
                   wo
                   ;
                
                 
                   Innumerous
                   mischiefs
                   then
                   to
                   mischiefs
                   addes
                
                 
                   This
                   worlds
                   continuance
                   if
                   that
                   be
                   so
                   ;
                
                 
                   Ill
                   infinitely
                   more
                   then
                   good
                   doth
                   grow
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   God
                   would
                   show
                   much
                   more
                   benignity
                
                 
                   If
                   he
                   the
                   ribs
                   of
                   heaven
                   about
                   would
                   strow
                   ,
                
                 
                   Powder
                   the
                   earth
                   ,
                   choke
                   all
                   vitality
                   ,
                
                 
                   Call
                   back
                   the
                   creature
                   to
                   its
                   ancient
                   nullity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   33
                
                 
                   But
                   thou
                   ,
                   who
                   ere
                   thou
                   art
                   ,
                   that
                   thus
                   dost
                   strive
                
                 
                   With
                   fierce
                   assault
                   my
                   ground-work
                   to
                   subvert
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   boldly
                   dost
                   into
                   Gods
                   secrets
                   drive
                   ,
                
                 
                   Base
                   fear
                   my
                   manly
                   face
                   no'te
                   make
                   m'avert
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   that
                   odde
                   question
                   which
                   thou
                   first
                   did
                   stert
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   plainly
                   prove
                   thine
                   incapacity
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   force
                   thy
                   feeble
                   feet
                   back
                   to
                   revert
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   cannot
                   climb
                   so
                   high
                   a
                   mystery
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   'll
                   show
                   thee
                   strang
                   perplexed
                   inconsistency
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   34
                
                 
                   Why
                   was
                   this
                   world
                   from
                   all
                   infinity
                
                 
                   Not
                   made
                   ?
                   saist
                   thou
                   :
                   why
                   ?
                   could
                   it
                   be
                   so
                   made
                   ?
                
                 
                   Say
                   I.
                   For
                   well
                   observe
                   the
                   sequency
                   :
                
                 
                   If
                   this
                   
                     out
                     world
                  
                   continually
                   hath
                   wade
                
                 
                   Through
                   a
                   long
                   long-spun
                   time
                   that
                   never
                   had
                
                 
                   Beginning
                   ,
                   then
                   there
                   as
                   few
                   circulings
                
                 
                   Have
                   been
                   in
                   the
                   quick
                   Moon
                   as
                   Saturn
                   sad
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   still
                   more
                   plainly
                   this
                   clear
                   truth
                   to
                   sing
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   many
                   years
                   as
                   dayes
                   or
                   flitting
                   houres
                   have
                   been
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   35
                
                 
                   For
                   things
                   that
                   we
                   conceive
                   are
                   infinite
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   th'
                   other
                   no'te
                   surpasse
                   in
                   quantity
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   I
                   have
                   prov'd
                   with
                   clear
                   convincing
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   world
                   could
                   never
                   from
                   infinity
                
                 
                   Been
                   made
                   .
                   Certain
                   deficiency
                
                 
                   Doth
                   alwayes
                   follow
                   evolution
                   :
                
                 
                   Nought's
                   infinite
                   but
                   tight
                   eternity
                
                 
                   Close
                   thrust
                   into
                   it self
                   :
                   extension
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   infinite
                   implyes
                   a
                   contradiction
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   36
                
                 
                   So
                   then
                   for
                   ought
                   we
                   know
                   this
                   world
                   was
                   made
                
                 
                   So
                   soon
                   as
                   such
                   a
                   Nature
                   could
                   exist
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   that
                   it
                   continue
                   ,
                   never
                   fade
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   never
                   will
                   it
                   be
                   that
                   that
                   long
                   twist
                
                 
                   Of
                   time
                   prove
                   infinite
                   ,
                   though
                   nere
                   desist
                
                 
                   From
                   running
                   still
                   .
                   But
                   we
                   may
                   safely
                   say
                
                 
                   Time
                   past
                   compar'd
                   with
                   this
                   long
                   future
                   list
                
                 
                   Doth
                   show
                   as
                   if
                   the
                   world
                   but
                   yesterday
                
                 
                   Were
                   made
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   due
                   time
                   Gods
                   glory
                   out
                   may
                   ray
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   37
                
                 
                   Then
                   this
                   short
                   night
                   and
                   ignorant
                   dull
                   ages
                
                 
                   Will
                   quite
                   be
                   swallowed
                   in
                   oblivion
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   this
                   hope
                   by
                   many
                   surly
                   Sages
                
                 
                   Be
                   now
                   derided
                   ,
                   yet
                   they
                   'll
                   all
                   be
                   gone
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   short
                   time
                   ,
                   like
                   Bats
                   and
                   Owls
                   yflone
                
                 
                   At
                   dayes
                   approch
                   .
                   This
                   will
                   hap
                   certainly
                
                 
                   At
                   this
                   worlds
                   shining
                   conflagration
                   .
                
                 
                   Fayes
                   ,
                   Satyrs
                   ,
                   Goblins
                   the
                   night
                   merrily
                
                 
                   May
                   spend
                   ,
                   but
                   ruddy
                   Sol
                   shall
                   make
                   them
                   all
                   to
                   fly
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   38
                
                 
                   The
                   roring
                   Lions
                   and
                   drad
                   beasts
                   of
                   prey
                
                 
                   Rule
                   in
                   the
                   dark
                   with
                   pittious
                   cruelty
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   harmlesse
                   Man
                   is
                   master
                   of
                   the
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   doth
                   his
                   work
                   in
                   pure
                   simplicity
                   .
                
                 
                   God
                   blesse
                   his
                   honest
                   usefull
                   industry
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   pride
                   and
                   covetize
                   ,
                   ambition
                   ,
                
                 
                   Riot
                   ,
                   revenge
                   ,
                   self-love
                   ,
                   hypocrisie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Contempt
                   of
                   goodnesse
                   ,
                   forc'd
                   opinion
                   ;
                
                 
                   These
                   and
                   such
                   like
                   do
                   breed
                   the
                   worlds
                   confusion
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   39
                
                 
                   But
                   whither
                   am
                   I
                   gone
                   ?
                   The
                   eagre
                   mind
                
                 
                   Impatiently
                   expects
                   I
                   should
                   proceed
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   next
                   objection
                   ;
                   that
                   defin'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   thorough
                   on
                   .
                   His
                   vote
                   it
                   must
                   not
                   speed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Danger
                   of
                   plenteous
                   speech
                   is
                   the
                   sure
                   meed
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Cynthius
                   pulls
                   me
                   by
                   my
                   tender
                   care
                   ,
                
                 
                   Such
                   signes
                   I
                   will
                   observe
                   with
                   wary
                   heed
                   .
                
                 
                   Therefore
                   my
                   restlesse
                   Muse
                   at
                   length
                   forbear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   silver
                   sounded
                   Lute
                   hang
                   up
                   in
                   silence
                   here
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
             
               ΑΝΤΙΨΥΞΟΠΑΝΝΥΞΙΑ
               ,
               OR
               A
               Confutation
               of
               the
               sleep
               of
               the
               SOUL
               after
               death
               ;
               ΑΝΤΙΜΟΝΟΨΥΞΙΑ
               ,
               OR
               That
               all
               SOULS
               are
               not
               one
               ;
               
                 A
                 Paraphrase
                 on
                 Apollo's
                 answer
                 concerning
                 Plotinus
              
               SOUL
               .
            
             
               By
               
                 H.
                 M.
              
               Master
               of
               Arts
               ,
               and
               Fellow
               of
               Christs
               Colledge
               in
               Cambridge
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Plotin
                 .
                 Ennead
                 .
                 3.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 John
                 11.
                 
              
            
             
               CAMBRIDGE
               Printed
               by
               
                 Roger
                 Daniel
              
               ,
               Printer
               to
               the
               Universitie
               .
               1642.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               THE
               PREFACE
               TO
               THE
               READER
               .
            
             
               TO
               preface
               much
               concerning
               these
               little
               after-pieces
               of
               Poetry
               ,
               I
               hold
               needlesse
               ,
               having
               spoke
               my
               mind
               so
               fully
               before
               .
               The
               motives
               that
               drevv
               me
               to
               adde
               them
               to
               the
               former
               are
               exprest
               in
               the
               Poems
               themselves
               .
               My
               drift
               is
               one
               in
               them
               all
               :
               vvhich
               is
               to
               raise
               a
               certain
               number
               of
               vvell
               ordered
               Phantasms
               ,
               fitly
               shaped
               out
               and
               vvarily
               contrived
               ,
               vvhich
               I
               set
               to
               skirmish
               and
               conflict
               vvith
               all
               the
               furious
               phansies
               of
               Epicurisine
               and
               Atheisme
               .
               But
               here
               's
               my
               disadvantage
               ,
               that
               victory
               vvill
               be
               no
               victory
               ,
               unlesse
               the
               adversary
               acknovvledge
               himself
               overcome
               .
               None
               can
               acknovvledge
               himself
               overcome
               ,
               unlesse
               he
               perceive
               the
               strength
               ,
               and
               feel
               the
               stroke
               of
               the
               more
               povverfull
               arguments
               .
               But
               the
               exility
               and
               subtletie
               of
               many
               ,
               and
               that
               not
               of
               the
               meanest
               ,
               is
               such
               (
               nor
               can
               they
               be
               othervvise
               )
               that
               they
               vvill
               (
               as
               that
               kind
               of
               thunder
               vvhich
               the
               Poets
               do
               commonly
               call
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               from
               it
               s
               over
               quick
               and
               penetrating
               energie
               )
               go
               through
               their
               more
               porous
               and
               spongie
               minds
               vvithout
               any
               sensible
               impression
               .
            
             
               Sure
               I
               am
               that
               sensuality
               is
               alvvayes
               an
               enemy
               to
               subtilty
               of
               reason
               ,
               vvhich
               hath
               its
               rise
               from
               subtilty
               of
               phansie
               :
               so
               that
               the
               life
               of
               the
               body
               ,
               being
               
               vigorous
               and
               radiant
               in
               the
               soul
               ,
               hinders
               us
               of
               the
               sight
               of
               more
               attenuate
               phantasms
               .
               But
               that
               being
               supprest
               or
               very
               much
               castigate
               and
               kept
               under
               ,
               our
               inward
               apprehension
               grows
               clearer
               and
               larger
               .
               Few
               men
               can
               imagine
               any
               thing
               so
               clearly
               awake
               ,
               as
               they
               did
               when
               they
               were
               asleep
               .
               And
               what
               's
               the
               reason
               ,
               but
               that
               the
               sense
               of
               the
               body
               is
               then
               bound
               up
               or
               dead
               in
               a
               manner
               ?
            
             
               The
               dark
               glasse-windows
               will
               afford
               us
               a
               further
               illustration
               for
               this
               purpose
               .
               Why
               is
               it
               that
               we
               see
               our
               ovvn
               faces
               there
               by
               night
               ?
               What
               can
               reflect
               the
               species
               (
               as
               they
               phrase
               it
               )
               when
               the
               glasse
               is
               pervious
               and
               transparent
               ?
               Surely
               reflection
               in
               the
               ordinary
               apprehension
               is
               but
               a
               conceit
               .
               The
               darknesse
               behind
               the
               glasse
               is
               enough
               to
               exhibit
               visibly
               the
               forms
               of
               things
               within
               ,
               by
               hiding
               stronger
               objects
               from
               the
               eye
               ,
               which
               would
               burie
               these
               weak
               idola
               in
               their
               ●…ore
               orient
               lustre
               .
            
             
               The
               starres
               shine
               and
               fill
               the
               aire
               with
               their
               species
               by
               day
               ,
               but
               are
               to
               be
               seen
               onely
               in
               a
               deep
               pit
               ,
               which
               may
               fence
               the
               Sunnes
               light
               from
               striking
               our
               sight
               so
               strongly
               .
               Every
               contemptible
               candle
               conquers
               the
               beams
               of
               the
               Moon
               ,
               by
               the
               same
               advantage
               that
               the
               Sunnes
               doth
               the
               Starres
               ,
               viz.
               propinquitie
               .
               But
               put
               out
               the
               candle
               ,
               and
               you
               will
               presently
               find
               the
               moon-light
               in
               the
               room
               ;
               exclude
               the
               moon
               ,
               and
               then
               the
               feeblest
               of
               all
               species
               will
               step
               out
               into
               energie
               ,
               we
               shall
               behold
               the
               night
               .
            
             
             
               All
               this
               is
               but
               to
               shew
               ,
               how
               the
               stronger
               or
               nearer
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               doth
               obscure
               the
               weaker
               or
               further
               off
               ;
               and
               how
               that
               one
               being
               removed
               ,
               the
               energie
               '
               of
               the
               other
               will
               easily
               appear
               .
            
             
               Now
               that
               our
               comparison
               may
               be
               the
               fitter
               ,
               let
               us
               consider
               what
               Aristotle
               saith
               of
               phansie
               ,
               that
               it
               is
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
               Thus
               much
               I
               will
               take
               of
               him
               ,
               that
               Phansie
               is
               sense
               ;
               and
               adde
               to
               it
               that
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               is
               also
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               and
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               and
               what
               I
               have
               intimated
               in
               some
               passages
               of
               these
               Poems
               ,
               That
               the
               soul
               doth
               alwayes
               feel
               it self
               ,
               it
               s
               own
               actuall
               Idea
               ,
               by
               its
               omniform
               centrall
               self
               .
               So
               that
               the
               immediate
               sense
               of
               the
               soul
               is
               nothing
               else
               but
               to
               perceive
               its
               own
               energie
               .
            
             
               Now
               sith
               that
               ,
               that
               which
               we
               call
               outward
               sense
               ,
               is
               indeed
               the
               very
               energie
               of
               the
               soul
               ,
               and
               inward
               sense
               which
               is
               phansie
               can
               be
               but
               the
               very
               energie
               of
               the
               soul
               ,
               there
               seems
               to
               be
               no
               reall
               and
               intrinsecall
               difference
               betwixt
               the
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               and
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               of
               any
               form
               ;
               no
               more
               then
               there
               is
               betwixt
               a
               frog
               born
               by
               the
               Sunne
               and
               mere
               slime
               ,
               and
               one
               born
               by
               copulation
               :
               For
               these
               are
               but
               extrinsecall
               relations
               .
               Wherefore
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               and
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               in
               the
               soul
               it self
               is
               all
               one
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               sith
               it
               is
               the
               same
               nature
               ,
               why
               is
               there
               not
               the
               same
               degree
               of
               energie
               in
               both
               ?
               I
               say
               there
               is
               ,
               as
               appears
               plainly
               in
               sleep
               ,
               where
               we
               find
               all
               as
               clear
               and
               energeticall
               as
               when
               we
               wake
               .
            
             
               But
               here
               these
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               or
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               (
               for
               I
               have
               prov'd
               them
               all
               one
               )
               do
               as
               greater
               and
               
               lesser
               lights
               dim
               one
               another
               ;
               or
               that
               which
               is
               nearest
               worketh
               strongliest
               .
               Hence
               it
               is
               that
               the
               light
               or
               life
               of
               this
               low
               spirit
               or
               body
               of
               ours
               ,
               stirring
               the
               soul
               into
               a
               perpetuall
               sensuall
               energie
               ,
               if
               we
               foster
               this
               and
               unite
               our
               minds
               ,
               will
               ,
               and
               animadversion
               with
               it
               ,
               will
               by
               its
               close
               nearnesse
               with
               the
               soul
               dim
               and
               obscure
               those
               more
               subtil
               and
               exile
               phantasms
               or
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               risen
               from
               the
               soul
               it self
               ,
               or
               occasioned
               by
               other
               mens
               writings
               .
               For
               they
               will
               be
               in
               the
               flaring
               light
               or
               life
               of
               the
               body
               as
               the
               stars
               in
               the
               beams
               of
               the
               Sunne
               ,
               scarce
               to
               be
               seen
               ,
               unlesse
               we
               withdraw
               our selves
               out
               of
               the
               flush
               vigour
               of
               that
               light
               ,
               into
               the
               profunditie
               of
               our
               own
               souls
               ,
               as
               into
               some
               deep
               pit
               .
            
             
               Wherefore
               men
               of
               the
               most
               tam'd
               and
               castigate
               spirits
               are
               of
               the
               best
               and
               most
               profound
               judgement
               ,
               because
               they
               can
               so
               easily
               withdraw
               themselves
               from
               the
               life
               and
               impulse
               of
               the
               lower
               spirit
               of
               this
               body
               .
            
             
               Thus
               being
               quit
               of
               passion
               ,
               they
               have
               upon
               any
               occasion
               a
               clear
               though
               still
               and
               quiet
               representation
               of
               every
               thing
               in
               their
               minds
               ,
               upon
               which
               pure
               bright
               sydereall
               phantasms
               unprejudiced
               reason
               may
               safely
               work
               ,
               and
               clearly
               discern
               what
               is
               true
               or
               probable
               .
            
             
               If
               my
               vvritings
               fall
               into
               the
               hands
               of
               men
               othervvise
               qualified
               ,
               I
               shall
               gain
               the
               lesse
               approbation
               .
               But
               if
               they
               vvill
               endeavour
               to
               compose
               themselves
               as
               near
               as
               they
               can
               to
               this
               temper
               ;
               though
               they
               vvere
               of
               another
               opinion
               then
               vvhat
               
               my
               writings
               intend
               to
               prove
               ,
               I
               doubt
               not
               but
               they
               vvill
               have
               the
               happinesse
               to
               be
               overcome
               ,
               and
               to
               prove
               gainers
               by
               my
               victorie
               .
            
             
               To
               say
               any
               thing
               more
               particularly
               concerning
               these
               last
               I
               hold
               it
               needlesse
               .
               Onely
               let
               me
               excuse
               my self
               ,
               if
               any
               chance
               to
               blame
               me
               for
               my
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               ,
               as
               confuting
               that
               which
               no
               man
               will
               assert
               .
               For
               it
               hath
               been
               asserted
               by
               some
               ;
               as
               those
               Mauri
               whom
               Ficinus
               speaks
               of
               ;
               and
               the
               question
               is
               also
               discussed
               by
               Plotinus
               in
               his
               fourth
               Ennead
               ,
               where
               he
               distinguisheth
               of
               ,
               
                 all
                 souls
                 being
                 one
              
               ,
               after
               this
               manner
               ,
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
               The
               latter
               member
               is
               that
               ,
               vvhich
               my
               arguments
               conclude
               against
               .
               Though
               they
               vvere
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               yet
               vvere
               vve
               safe
               enough
               ;
               as
               safe
               as
               the
               beams
               of
               the
               Sunne
               the
               Sunne
               existing
               .
               But
               the
               similitude
               of
               Praxiteles
               broken
               glasse
               is
               brought
               in
               ,
               according
               to
               the
               apprehension
               of
               such
               ,
               as
               make
               the
               image
               to
               vanish
               into
               nothing
               ,
               the
               glasse
               being
               taken
               away
               :
               and
               that
               as
               there
               is
               but
               one
               face
               ,
               though
               there
               be
               the
               appearances
               of
               many
               ;
               so
               though
               there
               be
               the
               appearances
               of
               many
               souls
               ,
               by
               reason
               of
               that
               ones
               vvorking
               in
               divers
               bodies
               ,
               yet
               there
               is
               but
               one
               soul
               ;
               and
               understanding
               sense
               and
               motion
               to
               be
               the
               acts
               of
               this
               one
               soul
               informing
               severall
               bodies
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               that
               which
               both
               Plotinus
               and
               I
               endeavour
               to
               destroy
               ,
               vvhich
               is
               of
               great
               moment
               :
               For
               if
               one
               onely
               soul
               act
               in
               every
               body
               ,
               vvhat
               ever
               vve
               are
               novv
               ,
               surely
               this
               body
               laid
               in
               the
               dust
               vve
               shall
               be
               nothing
               .
            
             
             
               As
               for
               the
               Oracles
               ansvver
               to
               Amelius
               ,
               if
               any
               vulgar
               conceited
               man
               think
               it
               came
               from
               a
               devil
               with
               bats
               vvings
               and
               a
               long
               tail
               ,
               the
               Seventies
               translation
               of
               the
               eighth
               verse
               of
               32
               chapter
               of
               Deuteronomie
               may
               make
               it
               at
               least
               doubtfull
               .
               
                 When
                 the
                 most
                 high
                 divided
                 to
                 the
                 nations
                 their
                 inheritance
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 separated
                 the
                 sonnes
                 of
                 Adam
                 he
                 set
                 the
                 bounds
                 of
                 the
                 people
                 ,
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               .
               He
               did
               not
               then
               deliver
               them
               into
               the
               hand
               and
               jurisdiction
               of
               devils
               ,
               nor
               to
               be
               instructed
               and
               taught
               by
               them
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               Apollo
               who
               gave
               so
               good
               a
               testimony
               of
               Socrates
               vvhile
               he
               vvas
               living
               ,
               and
               of
               Plotinus
               after
               his
               death
               ,
               vvas
               some
               foul
               fiend
               ,
               yet
               t
               is
               no
               prejudice
               to
               their
               esteem
               ,
               since
               our
               Saviour
               Christ
               vvas
               acknovvledged
               by
               the
               devil
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               have
               broke
               my
               vvord
               ,
               by
               not
               breaking
               off
               my
               speech
               before
               this
               .
               Reader
               ,
               t
               is
               time
               novv
               to
               leave
               thee
               to
               the
               perusall
               of
               my
               vvritings
               ,
               vvhich
               if
               they
               chance
               to
               please
               thee
               ,
               I
               repent
               me
               not
               of
               my
               pains
               ;
               if
               they
               chance
               not
               to
               please
               ,
               that
               shall
               not
               displease
               me
               much
               ,
               for
               I
               consider
               that
               I
               also
               with
               small
               content
               and
               pleasure
               have
               read
               the
               vvritings
               of
               other
               men
               .
            
             
               
                 Yours
                 
                   H.
                   M.
                
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               
                 
                   THE
                   ARGUMENT
                   OF
                
                 ANTIPSYCHOPANNYCHIA
                 .
                 Cant.
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Adams
                   long
                   sleep
                   ,
                   will
                   ,
                   mind
                   compar'd
                
                 
                   With
                   low
                   vitality
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fondnesse
                   plainly
                   have
                   unbar'd
                
                 
                   Of
                   Psychopannychie
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 THe
                 souls
                 ever
                 durancy
                 I
                 sung
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 Ystruck
                 with
                 mighty
                 rage
                 .
                 A
                 powerfull
                 sire
              
               
                 Held
                 up
                 my
                 lively
                 Muse
                 and
                 made
                 her
                 soar
              
               
                 So
                 high
                 that
                 mortall
                 wit
                 ,
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 she
                 'll
                 tire
              
               
                 To
                 trace
                 her
                 .
                 Then
                 a
                 while
                 I
                 did
                 respire
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 my
                 beating
                 veins
                 new
                 force
                 again
              
               
                 Invades
                 ,
                 and
                 holy
                 fury
                 doth
                 inspire
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 stirred
                 up
                 I
                 'll
                 adde
                 a
                 second
                 strain
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 ,
                 what
                 afore
                 was
                 said
                 may
                 seem
                 all
                 spoke
                 in
                 vain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 For
                 sure
                 in
                 vain
                 do
                 humane
                 souls
                 exist
              
               
                 After
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 if
                 lull'd
                 in
                 listles
                 sleep
              
               
                 They
                 senselesse
                 lie
                 wrapt
                 in
                 eternall
                 mist
                 ,
              
               
                 Bound
                 up
                 in
                 foggy
                 clouds
                 ,
                 that
                 ever
                 weep
              
               
                 Benumming
                 tears
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 souls
                 centre
                 steep
              
               
                 With
                 deading
                 liquour
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 never
                 minds
              
               
                 Or
                 feeleth
                 ought
                 .
                 Thus
                 drench'd
                 in
                 Lethe
                 deep
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 misseth
                 she
                 her self
                 ,
                 nor
                 seeks
                 nor
                 finds
              
               
                 Her self
                 .
                 This
                 mirksome
                 state
                 all
                 the
                 souls
                 actions
                 binds
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 Desire
                 ,
                 fear
                 ,
                 love
                 ,
                 joy
                 ,
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 Sense
                 ,
                 phancy
                 ,
                 wit
                 ,
                 forecasting
                 providence
                 ,
              
               
                 Delight
                 in
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 with
                 sleepy
                 brain
              
               
                 Might
                 sute
                 ,
                 slight
                 dreams
                 ,
                 all
                 banish'd
                 far
                 from
                 hence
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 pricking
                 nor
                 applauding
                 conscience
              
               
                 Can
                 wake
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 this
                 dull
                 Lethargie
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 'twixt
                 this
                 sleepy
                 state
                 small
                 difference
              
               
                 You
                 'll
                 find
                 and
                 that
                 men
                 call
                 Mortality
                 .
              
               
                 Plain
                 death
                 's
                 as
                 good
                 as
                 such
                 a
                 Psychopannychie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 What
                 profiteth
                 this
                 bare
                 existency
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 I
                 perceive
                 not
                 that
                 I
                 do
                 exist
                 ?
              
               
                 Nought
                 longs
                 to
                 such
                 ,
                 nor
                 mirth
                 nor
                 misery
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 stupid
                 beings
                 write
                 into
                 one
                 list
              
               
                 With
                 stocks
                 and
                 stones
                 .
                 But
                 they
                 do
                 not
                 persist
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 'll
                 say
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 dull
                 dead
                 condition
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 must
                 revive
                 ,
                 shake
                 off
                 this
                 drow
                 sie
                 mist
              
               
                 At
                 that
                 last
                 shrill
                 loud-sounding
                 clarion
              
               
                 Which
                 cleaves
                 the
                 trembling
                 earth
                 ,
                 rives
                 monuments
                 of
                 stone
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 Has
                 then
                 old
                 Adam
                 snorted
                 all
                 this
                 time
              
               
                 Under
                 some
                 senselesse
                 sod
                 with
                 sleep
                 ydead
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 have
                 those
                 flames
                 ,
                 that
                 steep
                 Olympus
                 climbe
                 ,
              
               
                 Right
                 nimbly
                 wheeled
                 o're
                 his
                 heedlesse
                 head
              
               
                 So
                 oft
                 ,
                 in
                 heaps
                 of
                 years
                 low-buried
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 can
                 ken
                 himself
                 when
                 he
                 shall
                 rise
              
               
                 Wakend
                 by
                 piercing
                 trump
                 ,
                 that
                 farre
                 doth
                 shed
              
               
                 Its
                 searching
                 sound
                 ?
                 If
                 we
                 our
                 memories
              
               
                 And
                 wit
                 do
                 lose
                 by
                 sicknesse
                 ,
                 falls
                 ,
                 sloth
                 ,
                 lethargies
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 If
                 all
                 our
                 childhood
                 quite
                 be
                 waste
                 away
              
               
                 With
                 its
                 impressions
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 we
                 forget
              
               
                 What
                 once
                 we
                 were
                 ,
                 so
                 soon
                 as
                 age
                 doth
                 sway
              
               
                 Our
                 bowed
                 backs
                 ,
                 sure
                 when
                 base
                 worms
                 have
                 eat
              
               
                 His
                 mouldring
                 brains
                 ,
                 and
                 spirits
                 have
                 retreat
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 they
                 came
                 ,
                 spread
                 in
                 the
                 common
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 thousand
                 sloping
                 sunnes
                 have
                 set
              
               
                 Since
                 his
                 last
                 fall
                 into
                 his
                 ancient
                 mire
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 will
                 ken
                 himself
                 reason
                 may
                 well
                 admire
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 must
                 know
                 himself
                 by
                 some
                 impression
              
               
                 Left
                 in
                 his
                 ancient
                 body
                 unwash'd
                 out
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 seemeth
                 strange
                 .
                 For
                 can
                 so
                 long
                 succession
              
               
                 Of
                 sliding
                 years
                 that
                 great
                 Colosses
                 mought
              
               
                 Well
                 moulder
                 into
                 dust
                 ,
                 spare
                 things
                 ywrought
              
               
                 So
                 slightly
                 as
                 light
                 phantasms
                 in
                 our
                 brain
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 oft
                 one
                 yeare
                 or
                 moneth
                 have
                 wrenched
                 out
              
               
                 And
                 left
                 no
                 footsteps
                 of
                 that
                 former
                 stain
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 then
                 's
                 of
                 a
                 cloud
                 quite
                 melted
                 into
                 rain
                 ?
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 not
                 such
                 long
                 series
                 of
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Nature
                 hath
                 dispread
                 our
                 vitall
                 spright
              
               
                 And
                 turn'd
                 our
                 body
                 to
                 its
                 ancient
                 slime
                 ,
              
               
                 Quite
                 wash
                 away
                 what
                 ever
                 was
                 empight
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 our
                 spirit
                 ?
                 If
                 bulk
                 and
                 soul
                 unite
              
               
                 Lose
                 such
                 impressions
                 ,
                 as
                 were
                 once
                 deep
                 seald
              
               
                 And
                 fairly
                 glisterd
                 like
                 to
                 comets
                 bright
              
               
                 In
                 our
                 blew
                 Chaos
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 soul
                 congeald
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 own
                 body
                 lose
                 these
                 forms
                 as
                 I
                 reveald
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 Then
                 so
                 long
                 time
                 of
                 their
                 disjunction
              
               
                 (
                 The
                 body
                 being
                 into
                 dust
                 confract
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 spright
                 diffus'd
                 ,
                 spread
                 by
                 dispersion
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 Lethean
                 sleep
                 that
                 doth
                 contract
              
               
                 The
                 souls
                 hid
                 rayes
                 that
                 it
                 doth
                 nothing
                 act
              
               
                 Must
                 certainly
                 wipe
                 all
                 those
                 forms
                 away
              
               
                 That
                 sense
                 or
                 phansie
                 ever
                 had
                 impact
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 old
                 Adam
                 will
                 in
                 vain
                 assay
              
               
                 To
                 find
                 who
                 here
                 he
                 was
                 ,
                 he
                 'll
                 have
                 no
                 memorie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 he
                 tell
                 that
                 ere
                 he
                 was
                 before
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 not
                 tell
                 ,
                 he
                 's
                 as
                 if
                 then
                 first
                 born
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 as
                 first
                 born
                 ,
                 his
                 former
                 life's
                 no
                 store
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 when
                 men
                 wake
                 they
                 find
                 themselves
                 at
                 morn
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 their
                 memory
                 away
                 were
                 worn
              
               
                 With
                 one
                 nights
                 sleep
                 ,
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 doth
                 respect
              
               
                 Themselves
                 ,
                 these
                 men
                 they
                 never
                 were
                 beforn
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 day
                 's
                 their
                 birth
                 day
                 :
                 they
                 cannot
                 conject
              
               
                 They
                 ever
                 liv'd
                 till
                 now
                 ,
                 much
                 lesse
                 the
                 same
                 detect
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 So
                 when
                 a
                 man
                 goes
                 hence
                 ,
                 thus
                 may
                 he
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 much
                 as
                 me
                 concerns
                 I
                 die
                 now
                 quite
                 .
              
               
                 Adiew
                 ,
                 good
                 self
                 !
                 for
                 now
                 thou
                 goest
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 I
                 possibly
                 thee
                 ever
                 meet
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 not
                 ken
                 thy
                 face
                 ,
                 nor
                 kindly
                 greet
                 .
              
               
                 Sleep
                 and
                 dispersion
                 spoyls
                 our
                 memory
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 my
                 dear
                 self
                 hence
                 forth
                 I
                 cannot
                 weet
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 to
                 me
                 it
                 's
                 perfectly
                 to
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 subtiler
                 Wits
                 do
                 call
                 't
                 but
                 Psychopannychie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 Go
                 now
                 you
                 Psychopannychites
                 !
                 perswade
              
               
                 To
                 comely
                 virtues
                 and
                 pure
                 piety
              
               
                 From
                 hope
                 of
                 joy
                 ,
                 or
                 fear
                 of
                 penance
                 sad
                 .
              
               
                 Men
                 promptly
                 may
                 make
                 answer
                 ,
                 Who
                 shall
                 try
              
               
                 That
                 pain
                 or
                 pleasure
                 ?
                 When
                 death
                 my
                 dim
                 eye
              
               
                 Shall
                 close
                 ,
                 I
                 sleep
                 not
                 sensible
                 of
                 ought
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 tract
                 of
                 time
                 at
                 least
                 all
                 memory
              
               
                 Will
                 quite
                 debarre
                 ,
                 that
                 reacquainten
                 mought
              
               
                 My self
                 with
                 mine
                 own
                 self
                 ,
                 if
                 so
                 my self
                 I
                 sought
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 shall
                 neither
                 seek
                 my self
                 ,
                 nor
                 find
              
               
                 My self
                 unsought
                 :
                 Therefore
                 not
                 deprehend
              
               
                 My self
                 in
                 joy
                 or
                 wo.
                 Men
                 ought
                 to
                 mind
              
               
                 What
                 longs
                 unto
                 them
                 .
                 But
                 when
                 once
                 an
                 end
              
               
                 Is
                 put
                 unto
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 fate
                 doth
                 rend
              
               
                 Our
                 retinence
                 ;
                 what
                 follows
                 nought
                 at
                 all
              
               
                 Belongs
                 to
                 us
                 :
                 what
                 need
                 I
                 to
                 contend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 my
                 frail
                 spright
                 with
                 present
                 pain
                 to
                 gall
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 I
                 nere
                 shall
                 judge
                 my self
                 did
                 ere
                 befall
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 uncouth
                 state
                 of
                 sleeping
                 soul
                 ,
              
               
                 Thus
                 weak
                 of
                 its
                 own
                 self
                 without
                 the
                 prop
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 base
                 body
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 no'te
                 out-roll
              
               
                 Its
                 vitall
                 raies
                 :
                 those
                 raies
                 death
                 down
                 doth
                 lop
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 its
                 goodly
                 beauty
                 quite
                 doth
                 crop
              
               
                 With
                 its
                 black
                 claws
                 .
                 Wisdome
                 ,
                 love
                 ,
                 piety
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 straight
                 dried
                 up
                 :
                 death
                 doth
                 their
                 fountain
                 stop
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 those
                 sleepers
                 dull
                 Philosophy
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 fairly
                 men
                 invites
                 to
                 foul
                 impiety
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 15
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 we
                 grant
                 ,
                 which
                 in
                 my
                 former
                 song
              
               
                 I
                 plainly
                 prov'd
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 souls
                 energic
              
               
                 Pends
                 not
                 on
                 this
                 base
                 corse
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 self-strong
              
               
                 She
                 by
                 her self
                 can
                 work
                 ,
                 then
                 when
                 we
                 sly
              
               
                 The
                 bodies
                 commerce
                 ,
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 deny
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 interruption
              
               
                 Of
                 life
                 ;
                 where
                 will
                 puts
                 on
                 ,
                 there
                 doth
                 she
                 hie
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 she
                 's
                 carried
                 by
                 coaction
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 force
                 yet
                 she
                 observes
                 by
                 presse
                 adversion
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 most
                 lively
                 touch
                 doth
                 feel
                 and
                 find
              
               
                 Her self
                 .
                 For
                 either
                 what
                 she
                 most
                 doth
                 love
              
               
                 She
                 then
                 obtains
                 ;
                 or
                 else
                 with
                 crosse
                 ,
                 unkind
              
               
                 Contrary
                 life
                 since
                 her
                 decease
                 she
                 hath
                 strove
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 keeps
                 her
                 wake
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 like
                 might
                 doth
                 move
              
               
                 To
                 think
                 upon
                 her self
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 what
                 plight
              
               
                 She
                 's
                 fallen
                 .
                 And
                 nothing
                 able
                 to
                 remove
              
               
                 Deep
                 searching
                 vengeance
                 ,
                 groans
                 in
                 this
                 sad
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rores
                 ,
                 and
                 raves
                 ,
                 and
                 storms
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 her self
                 doth
                 fight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 But
                 hearty
                 love
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 vitall
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sacred
                 fount
                 of
                 holy
                 sympathy
                 ,
              
               
                 Prepares
                 the
                 soul
                 with
                 its
                 deep
                 quickning
                 might
              
               
                 To
                 leave
                 the
                 bodyes
                 vain
                 mortality
                 .
              
               
                 Away
                 she
                 flies
                 into
                 Eternity
                 ,
              
               
                 Finds
                 full
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 her
                 strong
                 desire
                 ;
              
               
                 Each
                 thing
                 would
                 reach
                 its
                 own
                 centrality
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 Earth
                 with
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 Moon
                 with
                 Moon
                 conspire
                 .
              
               
                 Our selves
                 live
                 most
                 ,
                 when
                 most
                 we
                 feed
                 our
                 Centrall
                 fire
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 Thus
                 is
                 the
                 soul
                 continually
                 in
                 life
              
               
                 Withouten
                 interruption
                 .
                 If
                 that
                 she
              
               
                 Can
                 operate
                 after
                 the
                 fatall
                 knife
              
               
                 Hath
                 cut
                 the
                 cords
                 of
                 this
                 bulks
                 sympathy
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 she
                 can
                 do
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 some
                 energy
              
               
                 She
                 exercise
                 (
                 immur'd
                 in
                 this
                 base
                 clay
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 on
                 this
                 bulk
                 hath
                 no
                 dependency
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 the
                 like
                 she
                 'll
                 do
                 ,
                 that
                 done
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 independent
                 acts
                 ,
                 its
                 time
                 now
                 to
                 display
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 All
                 comprehending
                 Will
                 ,
                 proportionate
              
               
                 To
                 whatsoever
                 shall
                 fall
                 by
                 Gods
                 decree
              
               
                 Or
                 prudent
                 sufferance
                 ,
                 sweetly
                 spread
                 ,
                 dilate
                 ,
              
               
                 Stretch'd
                 out
                 to
                 embrace
                 each
                 act
                 or
                 entity
              
               
                 That
                 creep
                 from
                 hidden
                 cause
                 that
                 none
                 can
                 see
              
               
                 With
                 outward
                 eyes
                 .
                 Next
                 Intellect
                 ,
                 whose
                 hight
              
               
                 Of
                 working
                 's
                 then
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 it
                 stands
                 most
                 free
              
               
                 From
                 sense
                 and
                 grosser
                 phansie
                 ,
                 deep
                 empight
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 vild
                 corse
                 ,
                 which
                 to
                 purg'd
                 minds
                 yields
                 small
                 delight
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 Both
                 Will
                 and
                 Intellect-then
                 worketh
                 best
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 sense
                 and
                 appetite
                 be
                 consopite
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 grosser
                 phansie
                 lull'd
                 in
                 silent
                 test
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 Will
                 grown
                 full
                 with
                 a
                 mild
                 heavenly
                 light
              
               
                 Shines
                 forth
                 with
                 goodly
                 mentall
                 rayes
                 bedight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 finds
                 and
                 feels
                 such
                 things
                 as
                 never
                 pen
              
               
                 Can
                 setten
                 down
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 unexpert
                 wight
              
               
                 May
                 reade
                 and
                 understand
                 .
                 Experienc'd
                 men
              
               
                 Do
                 onely
                 know
                 who
                 like
                 impressions
                 sustain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 So
                 far
                 's
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 a
                 dependency
              
               
                 (
                 In
                 these
                 high
                 actions
                 )
                 on
                 the
                 body
                 base
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 further
                 signe
                 is
                 want
                 of
                 memory
              
               
                 Of
                 these
                 impressions
                 wrought
                 in
                 heavenly
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 mean
                 the
                 holy
                 Intellect
                 :
                 they
                 passe
              
               
                 Leaving
                 no
                 footsteps
                 of
                 their
                 former
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 as
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 thence
                 descended
                 has
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 a
                 signe
                 those
                 forms
                 be
                 not
                 empight
              
               
                 In
                 our
                 low
                 proper
                 Chaos
                 or
                 
                   Corporeall
                   spright
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 For
                 then
                 when
                 we
                 our
                 mind
                 do
                 downward
                 bend
              
               
                 Like
                 things
                 we
                 here
                 should
                 find
                 :
                 but
                 all
                 is
                 gone
              
               
                 Soon
                 as
                 our
                 flagging
                 souls
                 so
                 low
                 descend
              
               
                 As
                 that
                 straight
                 spright
                 .
                 Like
                 torch
                 that
                 droppeth
                 down
              
               
                 From
                 some
                 high
                 tower
                 ,
                 hold
                 steddy
                 clearly
                 shone
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 its
                 fall
                 leaves
                 all
                 its
                 light
                 behind
                 ,
              
               
                 Lies
                 now
                 in
                 darknesse
                 on
                 the
                 grail
                 ,
                 or
                 stone
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 dirty
                 earth
                 :
                 That
                 erst
                 so
                 fully
                 shin'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 a
                 glowing
                 coal
                 hath
                 now
                 its
                 light
                 confin'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 So
                 doth
                 the
                 soul
                 when
                 from
                 high
                 Intellect
              
               
                 To
                 groveling
                 sense
                 she
                 takes
                 her
                 stooping
                 flight
                 ,
              
               
                 Falling
                 into
                 her
                 body
                 ,
                 quite
                 neglect
                 ,
              
               
                 Forget
                 ,
                 forgo
                 her
                 former
                 glorious
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Grosse
                 glowing
                 fire
                 for
                 that
                 wide
                 shining
                 light
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 purest
                 love
                 ,
                 foul
                 fury
                 and
                 base
                 passion
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 clearest
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 fell
                 contentious
                 fight
              
               
                 Sprong
                 from
                 some
                 scorching
                 false
                 inust
                 impression
              
               
                 Which
                 she
                 'll
                 call
                 truth
                 ,
                 she
                 gains
                 .
                 O
                 witlesse
                 Commutation
                 !
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 But
                 still
                 more
                 clear
                 her
                 independent
                 might
              
               
                 In
                 understanding
                 and
                 pure
                 subtile
                 will
              
               
                 To
                 prove
                 :
                 I
                 will
                 assay
                 t'
                 explain
                 aright
              
               
                 The
                 difference
                 (
                 '
                 cording
                 to
                 my
                 best
                 skill
                 )
              
               
                 'Twixt
                 these
                 and
                 those
                 base
                 faculties
                 that
                 well
              
               
                 From
                 union
                 with
                 the
                 low
                 vitality
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 out-world
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 my
                 curious
                 quill
                 ,
              
               
                 Hath
                 well
                 describ'd
                 their
                 great
                 disparity
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 th'
                 highest
                 we
                 may
                 give
                 an
                 independency
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 The
                 faculties
                 we
                 deem
                 corporeall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bound
                 unto
                 this
                 earthy
                 instrument
              
               
                 (
                 So
                 bound
                 that
                 they
                 no'te
                 operate
                 at
                 all
              
               
                 Without
                 the
                 body
                 there
                 immerse
                 and
                 meint
                 )
              
               
                 Be
                 hearing
                 ,
                 feeling
                 ,
                 tasting
                 ,
                 sight
                 ,
                 and
                 sent
                 .
              
               
                 Adde
                 lower
                 phansie
                 ,
                 Mundane
                 memory
                 :
              
               
                 Those
                 powers
                 be
                 all
                 or
                 more
                 or
                 lesse
                 ypent
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 grosse
                 life
                 :
                 We
                 'll
                 first
                 their
                 property
              
               
                 Set
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 the
                 others
                 contrariety
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 This
                 might
                 perceives
                 not
                 its
                 own
                 instrument
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 taste
                 discovers
                 not
                 the
                 spungy
                 tongue
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 is
                 the
                 Mundane
                 spright
                 (
                 through
                 all
                 extent
                 )
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 are
                 sense
                 and
                 lower
                 phansie
                 sprong
                 ,
              
               
                 Perceived
                 by
                 the
                 best
                 of
                 all
                 among
              
               
                 These
                 learned
                 five
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 by
                 phantasie
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 doth
                 or
                 this
                 or
                 those
                 so
                 nearly
                 throng
              
               
                 Unto
                 themselves
                 as
                 by
                 propinquity
              
               
                 To
                 apprehend
                 themselves
                 .
                 They
                 no'te
                 themselves
                 descry
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 Nor
                 ever
                 learnd
                 they
                 their
                 own
                 energie
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 mind
                 held
                 somewhere
                 else
                 in
                 open
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 ever
                 lies
                 ,
                 unknown
                 unto
                 the
                 eye
              
               
                 It
                 lies
                 ,
                 though
                 there
                 its
                 image
                 be
                 empight
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 that
                 our
                 soul
                 look
                 on
                 that
                 image
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 themselves
                 the
                 senses
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 doth
                 our
                 phansie
                 ;
                 for
                 each
                 furious
                 wight
              
               
                 Hath
                 phansie
                 full
                 enough
                 ,
                 so
                 full't
                 doth
                 show
              
               
                 As
                 sense
                 ;
                 nor
                 he
                 ,
                 nor
                 's
                 phansie
                 doth
                 that
                 phansie
                 know
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 Age
                 ,
                 potent
                 objects
                 ,
                 too
                 long
                 exercise
              
               
                 Do
                 weaken
                 ,
                 hurt
                 ,
                 and
                 much
                 debilitate
              
               
                 Those
                 lower
                 faculties
                 .
                 The
                 Sun
                 our
                 eyes
              
               
                 Confounds
                 with
                 dazeling
                 beams
                 of
                 light
                 so
                 that
              
               
                 For
                 a
                 good
                 while
                 we
                 cannot
                 contemplate
              
               
                 Ought
                 visible
                 :
                 thus
                 thunder
                 deafs
                 the
                 eare
              
               
                 And
                 age
                 hurts
                 both
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 quite
                 ruinate
              
               
                 Our
                 sense
                 and
                 phansie
                 :
                 so
                 if
                 long
                 we
                 heare
              
               
                 Or
                 see
                 ,
                 't
                 sounds
                 not
                 so
                 sweet
                 ,
                 nor
                 can
                 we
                 see
                 so
                 clear
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 Lastly
                 ,
                 the
                 Senses
                 reach
                 but
                 to
                 one
                 kind
              
               
                 Of
                 things
                 .
                 The
                 eye
                 sees
                 colours
                 ,
                 so
                 the
                 eare
              
               
                 Hears
                 sounds
                 ,
                 the
                 nostrills
                 snuff
                 perfumed
                 wind
                 ;
              
               
                 What
                 grosse
                 impressions
                 the
                 out-senses
                 bear
              
               
                 The
                 phansie
                 represents
                 ,
                 sometimes
                 it
                 dare
              
               
                 Make
                 unseen
                 shapes
                 ,
                 with
                 uncouth
                 transformation
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 things
                 as
                 never
                 in
                 true
                 nature
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 all
                 this
                 while
                 the
                 phansies
                 operation
              
               
                 Is
                 bound
                 to
                 law
                 of
                 bodies
                 :
                 such
                 is
                 her
                 figurat
                 on
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 those
                 faculties
              
               
                 That
                 of
                 the
                 lower
                 Mundane
                 spright
                 depend
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 our
                 Intellect
                 farre
                 otherwise
              
               
                 We'st
                 see
                 it
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 pressely
                 will
                 attend
              
               
                 And
                 trace
                 the
                 parallels
                 unto
                 the
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 no
                 self-knowledge
                 .
                 Here
                 the
                 soul
                 doth
                 find
              
               
                 Her self
                 .
                 If
                 so
                 ,
                 then
                 without
                 instrument
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 more
                 fit
                 to
                 show
                 our
                 inward
                 mind
              
               
                 Then
                 our
                 own
                 mind
                 ?
                 But
                 if
                 't
                 be
                 otherwise
                 defind
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 Then
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 Knows
                 she
                 that
                 fit
                 instrument
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 kens
                 not
                 that
                 instrument
                 ,
                 how
                 can
              
               
                 She
                 judge
                 ,
                 whether
                 truly
                 it
                 doth
                 represent
              
               
                 Her self
                 ?
                 there
                 may
                 be
                 foul
                 delusion
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 she
                 kens
                 this
                 organ
                 ;
                 straight
                 upon
              
               
                 This
                 grant
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 ask
                 how
                 kens
                 she
                 this
                 same
                 tole
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 ?
                 by
                 another
                 ?
                 by
                 what
                 that
                 ?
                 so
                 go
                 on
              
               
                 Till
                 to
                 infinity
                 you
                 forward
                 roll
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 horrid
                 monster
                 count
                 in
                 Philosophick
                 school
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 then
                 works
                 by
                 it self
                 ,
                 and
                 is
                 self-liv'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Sith
                 that
                 it
                 acts
                 without
                 an
                 instrument
                 :
              
               
                 Free
                 energies
                 from
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 deriv'd
              
               
                 Flow
                 round
                 .
                 But
                 to
                 go
                 on
                 .
                 The
                 eyes
                 yblent
              
               
                 Do
                 blink
                 even
                 blind
                 with
                 objects
                 vehement
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 till
                 they
                 themselves
                 do
                 well
                 recure
              
               
                 Lesse
                 matters
                 they
                 no'te
                 see
                 .
                 But
                 rayes
                 down
                 sent
              
               
                 From
                 higher
                 sourse
                 the
                 mind
                 do
                 maken
                 pure
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 clear
                 ,
                 do
                 subtilise
                 ,
                 do
                 fix
                 ,
                 do
                 settle
                 sure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 That
                 if
                 so
                 be
                 she
                 list
                 to
                 bend
                 her
                 will
              
               
                 To
                 lesser
                 matters
                 ,
                 she
                 would
                 it
                 perform
              
               
                 More
                 excellently
                 with
                 more
                 art
                 and
                 skill
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 by
                 long
                 exercise
                 her
                 strength
                 is
                 worn
                 ;
              
               
                 Witnesse
                 wise
                 Socrates
                 ,
                 from
                 morn
                 to
                 morn
              
               
                 That
                 stood
                 as
                 stiff
                 as
                 any
                 trunck
                 of
                 tree
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 eye
                 could
                 bear
                 in
                 contemplation
              
               
                 So
                 long
                 a
                 fix'dnesse
                 ,
                 none
                 so
                 long
                 could
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 s
                 watery
                 tears
                 would
                 wail
                 its
                 frail
                 infirmity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 Nor
                 feeble
                 eld
                 ,
                 sure
                 harbenger
                 of
                 death
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 hinder
                 the
                 free
                 work
                 of
                 th'
                 Intellect
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 th'
                 eye
                 growes
                 dim
                 and
                 dark
                 that
                 it
                 unneath
              
               
                 Can
                 see
                 through
                 age
                 ,
                 the
                 mind
                 then
                 close
                 collect
              
               
                 Into
                 it self
                 ,
                 such
                 misteries
                 doth
                 detest
              
               
                 By
                 its
                 far-piercing
                 beams
                 ,
                 that
                 youthfull
                 heat
              
               
                 Doth
                 count
                 them
                 folly
                 and
                 with
                 scorn
                 neglect
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 ignorance
                 concludes
                 them
                 but
                 deceit
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 hears
                 not
                 that
                 still
                 voyce
                 ,
                 his
                 pulse
                 so
                 loud
                 doth
                 beat
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 Lastly
                 sense
                 ,
                 phansie
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 be
                 confin'd
              
               
                 To
                 certain
                 objects
                 ,
                 which
                 to
                 severall
              
               
                 Belong
                 ;
                 yet
                 sure
                 the
                 Intellect
                 or
                 mind
              
               
                 Apprehends
                 all
                 objects
                 ,
                 both
                 corporeall
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 colours
                 ,
                 sounds
                 ;
                 and
                 incorporeall
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 virtue
                 ,
                 wisdome
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 higher
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Gods
                 love
                 and
                 beauty
                 intellectuall
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 its
                 plain
                 that
                 she
                 is
                 higher
                 pight
              
               
                 Then
                 in
                 all
                 acts
                 to
                 pend
                 on
                 any
                 earthly
                 might
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 If
                 will
                 and
                 appetite
                 we
                 list
                 compare
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 difference
                 we
                 easly
                 there
                 discover
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 pent
                 ,
                 contract
                 ,
                 yfraught
                 with
                 furious
                 jar
              
               
                 And
                 fierce
                 antipathy
                 .
                 It
                 boyleth
                 over
              
               
                 With
                 fell
                 revenge
                 ;
                 or
                 if
                 new
                 chance
                 to
                 cover
              
               
                 The
                 former
                 passion
                 .
                 Suppose
                 lust
                 or
                 fear
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 all
                 are
                 tumults
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 will
                 doth
                 hover
              
               
                 No
                 whit
                 enslav'd
                 to
                 what
                 she
                 findeth
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 a
                 free
                 suspense
                 her self
                 doth
                 nimbly
                 bear
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 Mild
                 ,
                 gentle
                 ,
                 calm
                 ,
                 quick
                 ,
                 large
                 ,
                 subtill
                 ,
                 serene
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 be
                 her
                 properties
                 which
                 do
                 increase
              
               
                 The
                 more
                 that
                 vigour
                 in
                 the
                 bodies
                 vein
              
               
                 Doth
                 waste
                 and
                 waxen
                 faint
                 .
                 Desires
                 decrease
              
               
                 When
                 age
                 the
                 Mundane
                 spright
                 doth
                 more
                 release
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 strait
                 mansion
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 will
                 doth
                 flower
              
               
                 And
                 fairly
                 spread
                 ,
                 near
                 to
                 our
                 last
                 decease
              
               
                 Embraceth
                 God
                 with
                 much
                 more
                 life
                 and
                 power
              
               
                 Then
                 ever
                 it
                 could
                 do
                 in
                 its
                 fresh
                 vernall
                 hower
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 38.
                 
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 I
                 think
                 we
                 safely
                 may
                 conclude
              
               
                 That
                 Will
                 and
                 Intellect
                 do
                 not
                 rely
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 sith
                 they
                 are
                 indew'd
              
               
                 With
                 such
                 apparent
                 contrariety
              
               
                 Of
                 qualities
                 to
                 sense
                 and
                 phantasie
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 plainly
                 on
                 the
                 body
                 do
                 depend
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 departed
                 souls
                 free
                 energie
              
               
                 May
                 well
                 exert
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 have
                 made
                 an
                 end
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 vain
                 life
                 ,
                 nor
                 need
                 to
                 
                   Lethe
                   Lake
                
                 descend
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 
                   The
                   Argument
                   of
                
                 ANTIPSYCHOP
                 ANNYCHIA
                 .
                 Cant.
                 2.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Bondage
                   and
                   freedom's
                   here
                   set
                   out
                
                 
                   By
                   an
                   inverted
                   Cone
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   self-formd
                   soul
                   may
                   work
                   without
                
                 
                   Incorporation
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 FOuntain
                 of
                 beings
                 !
                 the
                 vast
                 deep
                 abysse
              
               
                 Of
                 life
                 and
                 love
                 and
                 penetrating
                 Will
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 breaks
                 through
                 narrow
                 Night
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 transmisse
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 doth
                 find
                 it self
                 !
                 What
                 mortall
                 skill
              
               
                 Can
                 reach
                 this
                 mysterie
                 ?
                 my
                 trembling
                 quill
              
               
                 Much
                 lesse
                 may
                 set
                 it
                 forth
                 ;
                 yet
                 as
                 I
                 may
              
               
                 I
                 must
                 attempt
                 this
                 task
                 for
                 to
                 fulfill
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 guide
                 my
                 pen
                 while
                 I
                 this
                 work
                 assay
              
               
                 Who
                 All
                 ,
                 through
                 all
                 himself
                 doth
                 infinitely
                 display
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 My
                 end
                 's
                 loose
                 largenesse
                 and
                 full
                 libertie
              
               
                 To
                 finden
                 out
                 .
                 Most
                 precious
                 thing
                 I
                 ween
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 centrall
                 life
                 it
                 s
                 outgone
                 energie
              
               
                 Doth
                 spreaden
                 forth
                 ,
                 unsneep'd
                 by
                 foe-man
                 keen
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 unclouded
                 Sunne
                 doth
                 freely
                 shine
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 right
                 Libertie
                 ,
                 whose
                 first
                 Idee
              
               
                 And
                 measure
                 is
                 that
                 holy
                 root
                 divine
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 free
                 life
                 ,
                 hight
                 
                   Ahad
                   ,
                   Unitie
                
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 things
                 He
                 at
                 once
                 is
                 present
                 totally
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 Each
                 totall
                 presence
                 must
                 be
                 infinite
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 is
                 he
                 infinite
                 infinitie
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 infinites
                 you
                 must
                 not
                 disunite
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 is
                 he
                 one
                 all-spreaden
                 Unitie
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 must
                 you
                 so
                 out-spread
                 this
                 Deitie
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 infinitie
                 so
                 infinite
              
               
                 Must
                 be
                 in
                 every
                 infinite
                 :
                 so
                 we
              
               
                 Must
                 multiplie
                 this
                 infinite
                 single
                 sight
              
               
                 Above
                 all
                 apprehension
                 of
                 a
                 mortall
                 wit.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 not
                 infinitely
                 infinite
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 simply
                 infinite
                 and
                 free
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 straitnesse
                 (
                 if
                 you
                 do
                 conceive
                 aright
              
               
                 Is
                 the
                 true
                 daughter
                 of
                 deficiencie
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 sith
                 there
                 's
                 no
                 defect
                 in
                 Unitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 
                   Ahad
                   ,
                   Ahad
                
                 this
                 first
                 centre
                 hight
              
               
                 In
                 Poetrie
                 as
                 yet
                 to
                 vulgar
                 eye
              
               
                 Unpublish'd
                 )
                 him
                 first
                 freedome
                 infinite
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 well
                 style
                 .
                 And
                 next
                 is
                 that
                 eternall
                 light
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 Sonne
                 unto
                 
                   Ahad
                   ,
                   Aeon
                
                 we
                 him
                 name
              
               
                 (
                 In
                 that
                 same
                 Poeme
                 )
                 like
                 his
                 father
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Even
                 infinitely
                 free
                 I
                 him
                 proclaim
              
               
                 Every
                 where
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 .
                 And
                 so
                 is
                 she
              
               
                 Which
                 Psyche
                 hight
                 :
                 for
                 perfect
                 Unitie
              
               
                 Makes
                 all
                 those
                 one
                 .
                 So
                 hitherto
                 we
                 have
              
               
                 Unmeasurable
                 freedome
                 .
                 Semele
              
               
                 Is
                 next
                 ,
                 whom
                 though
                 fair
                 fluttering
                 forms
                 embrave
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 motion
                 and
                 defect
                 her
                 libertie
                 deprave
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 Imagination's
                 not
                 infinite
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 freer
                 farre
                 then
                 sense
                 ;
                 and
                 sense
                 more
                 free
              
               
                 Then
                 vegetation
                 or
                 spermatick
                 spright
                 .
              
               
                 Even
                 absent
                 things
                 be
                 seen
                 by
                 phantasie
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 sense
                 things
                 present
                 at
                 a
                 distancie
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 spermatick
                 spright
                 is
                 close
                 consin'd
              
               
                 Within
                 the
                 compasse
                 of
                 a
                 stupid
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Imprison'd
                 quite
                 in
                 the
                 hard
                 rugged
                 rind
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 there
                 defective
                 reduplication
                 we
                 find
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 Farre
                 more
                 defective
                 then
                 in
                 phantasie
              
               
                 Or
                 sense
                 ;
                 yet
                 freer
                 is
                 the
                 plastick
                 spright
              
               
                 Then
                 quantitie
                 ,
                 or
                 single
                 qualitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 quantitie
                 it self
                 out
                 stretched
                 right
              
               
                 Devoid
                 of
                 all
                 reduplicative
                 might
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 such
                 like
                 qualities
                 there
                 were
              
               
                 So
                 dull
                 ,
                 so
                 dead
                 ,
                 so
                 all
                 devoid
                 of
                 light
              
               
                 As
                 no
                 communicative
                 rayes
                 to
                 bear
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 there
                 be
                 such
                 to
                 Hyle
                 they
                 do
                 verge
                 most
                 near
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 But
                 Hyle's
                 self
                 is
                 perfect
                 penurie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 infinite
                 straitnesse
                 :
                 Here
                 we
                 finden
                 nought
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 do
                 ought
                 .
                 If
                 curiously
                 we
                 prie
              
               
                 Into
                 this
                 mirksome
                 corner
                 quite
                 distraught
              
               
                 From
                 our
                 own
                 life
                 and
                 being
                 ,
                 we
                 have
                 brought
              
               
                 Our selves
                 to
                 nothing
                 Or
                 the
                 sooth
                 to
                 sayen
              
               
                 The
                 subtilest
                 soul
                 herself
                 hath
                 never
                 wrought
              
               
                 Into
                 so
                 strait
                 a
                 place
                 ,
                 could
                 nere
                 constrain
              
               
                 Herself
                 to
                 enter
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 hagge
                 to
                 entertain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 Lo
                 !
                 here
                 's
                 the
                 figure
                 of
                 that
                 mighty
                 Cone
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 strait
                 Cuspis
                 to
                 the
                 wide-spread
                 Base
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 even
                 all
                 in
                 comprehension
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 infinitely
                 nothing
                 here
                 hath
                 place
                 ;
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 infinitely
                 all
                 things
                 steddie
                 stayes
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 wide
                 Basis
                 of
                 this
                 Cone
                 inverse
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 it
                 s
                 own
                 essence
                 doth
                 it
                 swiftly
                 chace
                 ,
              
               
                 Oretakes
                 at
                 once
                 ;
                 so
                 swiftly
                 doth
                 it
                 pierce
              
               
                 That
                 motion
                 here
                 's
                 no
                 motion
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 Suppose
                 the
                 Sunne
                 so
                 much
                 to
                 mend
                 his
                 pace
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 he
                 did
                 round
                 the
                 skie
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 nimble
                 Night
                 how
                 swiftly
                 would
                 he
                 chace
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 earth
                 ?
                 so
                 swift
                 that
                 scarce
                 thine
                 eye
              
               
                 Could
                 ought
                 but
                 light
                 discern
                 .
                 But
                 let
                 him
                 hie
              
               
                 So
                 fast
                 ,
                 that
                 swiftnesse
                 hath
                 grown
                 infinite
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 a
                 pure
                 point
                 of
                 time
                 so
                 must
                 he
                 flie
              
               
                 Around
                 this
                 ball
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 vast
                 shade
                 of
                 Night
              
               
                 Quite
                 swallow
                 up
                 ,
                 ever
                 steddie
                 stand
                 in
                 open
                 sight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 which
                 from
                 its
                 place
                 is
                 not
                 away
              
               
                 One
                 point
                 of
                 time
                 ,
                 how
                 can
                 you
                 say
                 it
                 moves
                 ?
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 Sunne
                 doth
                 alwayes
                 steddie
                 stay
              
               
                 In
                 our
                 Meridian
                 ,
                 as
                 this
                 reason
                 proves
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sith
                 that
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 round
                 he
                 roves
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 doth
                 hap
                 in
                 each
                 Meridian
                 line
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 in
                 his
                 instantaneous
                 removes
              
               
                 He
                 in
                 them
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 doth
                 fairly
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 that
                 large
                 stretchen
                 space
                 his
                 freenesse
                 can
                 confine
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 The
                 Sunne
                 himself
                 at
                 once
                 stands
                 ●…n
                 each
                 point
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 diurnall
                 circle
                 .
                 Thus
                 we
                 see
              
               
                 That
                 rest
                 and
                 motion
                 cannot
                 be
                 disjoynt
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 motion
                 's
                 swift
                 even
                 to
                 infinitie
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 contrarieties
                 do
                 well
                 agree
                 ,
              
               
                 Eternall
                 shade
                 and
                 everlasting
                 light
              
               
                 With
                 one
                 another
                 here
                 do
                 well
                 complie
                 ;
              
               
                 Instant
                 returns
                 of
                 Night
                 make
                 one
                 long
                 Night
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 infinitie
                 is
                 freedome
                 infinite
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 No
                 hinderance
                 to
                 ought
                 that
                 doth
                 arrive
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 free
                 camp
                 of
                 fair
                 Elysium
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 nearer
                 that
                 to
                 Hyle
                 things
                 do
                 dive
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 more
                 pent
                 ,
                 and
                 find
                 much
                 lesser
                 room
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 sensuall
                 souls
                 do
                 find
                 their
                 righteous
                 doom
              
               
                 Which
                 Nemesis
                 inflicts
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 descend
              
               
                 From
                 heavenly
                 thoughts
                 that
                 from
                 above
                 do
                 come
              
               
                 To
                 lower
                 life
                 ,
                 which
                 wrath
                 and
                 grief
                 attend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 scorching
                 lust
                 ,
                 that
                 do
                 the
                 souls
                 high
                 honour
                 blend
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 soul
                 cut
                 off
                 from
                 lowly
                 sense
              
               
                 By
                 harmlesse
                 fate
                 ,
                 far
                 greater
                 libertie
              
               
                 Must
                 gain
                 :
                 for
                 when
                 it
                 hath
                 departed
                 hence
              
               
                 (
                 As
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 )
                 should
                 it
                 not
                 backward
                 hie
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 it
                 came
                 ?
                 but
                 such
                 divinitie
              
               
                 Is
                 in
                 our
                 souls
                 that
                 nothing
                 lesse
                 then
                 God
              
               
                 Could
                 send
                 them
                 forth
                 (
                 as
                 Plato's
                 schools
                 descrie
                 )
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 when
                 they
                 retreat
                 a
                 free
                 abode
              
               
                 They
                 'll
                 find
                 ,
                 unlesse
                 kept
                 off
                 by
                 Nemesis
                 just
                 rod.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 15
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 kept
                 off
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 she
                 then
                 ?
              
               
                 She
                 dwells
                 in
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ,
                 there
                 doth
                 reside
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 her
                 own
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 or
                 lesse
                 doth
                 pen
              
               
                 Her self
                 ,
                 as
                 more
                 or
                 lesse
                 she
                 erst
                 did
                 side
              
               
                 With
                 sense
                 and
                 vice
                 ,
                 while
                 here
                 she
                 did
                 abide
                 .
              
               
                 Steril
                 defect
                 and
                 nere
                 obtaind
                 desire
              
               
                 Create
                 a
                 cone
                 ,
                 whose
                 Cusp
                 is
                 not
                 more
                 wide
              
               
                 Then
                 this
                 worlds
                 Cone
                 .
                 Here
                 close-contracted
                 fire
              
               
                 Doth
                 vex
                 ,
                 doth
                 burn
                 ,
                 doth
                 scorch
                 with
                 searching
                 heat
                 &
                 ire
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 Nor
                 easly
                 can
                 she
                 here
                 fall
                 fast
                 asleep
              
               
                 To
                 slake
                 her
                 anguish
                 and
                 tormenting
                 pain
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 drisling
                 mists
                 may
                 here
                 her
                 senses
                 steep
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 foggie
                 fumes
                 benumb
                 her
                 moistned
                 brain
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 flitten
                 soul
                 no
                 sense
                 doth
                 then
                 retain
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sleep
                 ariseth
                 from
                 a
                 sympathie
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 low
                 sprights
                 that
                 in
                 this
                 bulk
                 remain
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 from
                 these
                 the
                 soul
                 is
                 setten
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 sleep
                 may
                 bind
                 her
                 from
                 continuall
                 energie
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 Here
                 they
                 'll
                 replie
                 ,
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 grosse
                 sleep
              
               
                 That
                 binds
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 operation
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 sith
                 that
                 death
                 all
                 phantasms
                 clean
                 doth
                 wipe
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 she
                 no
                 occasion
              
               
                 Can
                 have
                 of
                 Will
                 or
                 Intellection
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 corpse
                 do
                 rot
                 ,
                 the
                 spirit
                 wide
                 is
                 spread
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 the
                 Mundane
                 life
                 fallen
                 into
                 one
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 then
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 these
                 quite
                 being
                 fled
                 ,
              
               
                 Unmov'd
                 of
                 ought
                 must
                 lie
                 ,
                 sunk
                 in
                 deep
                 drowsihead
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 Nought
                 then
                 she
                 hath
                 whereon
                 to
                 contemplate
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 ancient
                 phantasms
                 melt
                 and
                 glide
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 spright
                 suck'd
                 back
                 by
                 all-devouring
                 fate
              
               
                 And
                 spread
                 abroad
                 ,
                 those
                 forms
                 must
                 needs
                 decay
              
               
                 That
                 were
                 therein
                 imprinted
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 stay
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 sith
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 them
                 is
                 disunite
                 ,
              
               
                 Into
                 her
                 knowledge
                 they
                 can
                 never
                 ray
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 wants
                 she
                 objects
                 the
                 mind
                 to
                 excite
                 :
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 asleep
                 she
                 lies
                 wrapt
                 in
                 eternall
                 Night
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 To
                 which
                 I
                 answer
                 ,
                 though
                 she
                 corporate
              
               
                 VVith
                 no
                 world
                 yet
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 just
                 Nemesis
              
               
                 Kept
                 off
                 from
                 all
                 ;
                 yet
                 she
                 thus
                 separate
              
               
                 May
                 oft
                 be
                 struck
                 with
                 potent
                 rayes
                 transmisse
              
               
                 From
                 divers
                 worlds
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 such
                 mockeries
              
               
                 Kindling
                 an
                 hungry
                 fire
                 and
                 eagre
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 do
                 the
                 wretched
                 soul
                 but
                 Tantalize
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 fierce
                 choking
                 flames
                 and
                 furie
                 fill
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 vext
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 she
                 could
                 in
                 rage
                 herself
                 she
                 'd
                 kill
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 doubt
                 of
                 this
                 perplexitie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 think
                 so
                 subtil
                 thing
                 can
                 suffer
                 nought
                 :
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 gnawing
                 conscience
                 from
                 impietie
              
               
                 By
                 highest
                 parts
                 of
                 humane
                 soul
                 ywrought
                 ?
              
               
                 For
                 so
                 our
                 very
                 soul
                 with
                 pain
                 is
                 fraught
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 body
                 being
                 in
                 an
                 easie
                 plight
                 .
              
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 senses
                 when
                 you
                 have
                 presly
                 sought
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 none
                 of
                 them
                 you
                 'll
                 find
                 this
                 sting
                 empight
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 may
                 we
                 deem
                 this
                 dart
                 the
                 soul
                 it self
                 to
                 hit
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 when
                 all
                 the
                 senses
                 beybound
              
               
                 In
                 sluggish
                 sloth
                 ,
                 the
                 soul
                 doth
                 oft
                 create
              
               
                 So
                 mighty
                 pain
                 ,
                 so
                 cruelly
                 doth
                 wound
              
               
                 It self
                 with
                 tearing
                 torture
                 ,
                 such
                 a
                 state
              
               
                 Brings
                 on
                 herself
                 ,
                 that
                 none
                 could
                 tolerate
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 must
                 be
                 in
                 herself
                 ;
                 for
                 once
                 return'd
              
               
                 Unto
                 her
                 body
                 new
                 resuscitate
              
               
                 From
                 sleep
                 ,
                 remembring
                 well
                 how
                 erst
                 she
                 mourn'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Marvels
                 how
                 all
                 so
                 soon
                 to
                 peace
                 and
                 ease
                 is
                 turn'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 soul
                 it self
                 receiveth
                 pain
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ,
                 withouten
                 sympathie
              
               
                 With
                 something
                 else
                 ,
                 whose
                 miserie
                 must
                 constrain
              
               
                 To
                 deep
                 compassion
                 .
                 So
                 if
                 struck
                 she
                 be
              
               
                 With
                 secret
                 ray
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 strong
                 energie
              
               
                 Of
                 any
                 world
                 ,
                 or
                 lives
                 that
                 there
                 remain
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 's
                 kept
                 awake
                 .
                 Besides
                 fecunditie
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 own
                 nature
                 surely
                 doth
                 contain
              
               
                 Innate
                 Idees
                 ;
                 This
                 truth
                 more
                 fully
                 I
                 'll
                 explain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 Strong
                 forward
                 bearing
                 will
                 or
                 appetite
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 never
                 wearied
                 importunitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 the
                 first
                 life
                 of
                 this
                 deep
                 centrall
                 spright
                 :
              
               
                 Thus
                 thrusts
                 she
                 forth
                 before
                 her
                 some
                 Idee
              
               
                 Whereby
                 herself
                 now
                 actuall
                 she
                 doth
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 Her
                 mighty
                 Fiat
                 doth
                 command
                 each
                 form
              
               
                 T'
                 appear
                 :
                 As
                 did
                 that
                 ancient
                 Majestie
              
               
                 This
                 world
                 of
                 old
                 by
                 his
                 drad
                 Word
                 ●…Form
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 the
                 soul
                 of
                 man
                 thus
                 divine
                 Deiform
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 Thus
                 in
                 a
                 manner
                 the
                 humane
                 soul
                 creates
              
               
                 The
                 image
                 of
                 her
                 will
                 :
                 When
                 from
                 her
                 centre
              
               
                 Her
                 pregnant
                 mind
                 she
                 fairly
                 explicates
              
               
                 By
                 actuall
                 forms
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 doth
                 safely
                 enter
              
               
                 To
                 knowledge
                 of
                 her self
                 .
              
               
                 Flush
                 light
                 she
                 sendeth
                 forth
                 ,
                 and
                 live
                 Idees
                 :
              
               
                 Those
                 be
                 the
                 glasse
                 whereby
                 the
                 soul
                 doth
                 paint
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 Sweet
                 centrall
                 love
                 sends
                 out
                 such
                 forms
                 as
                 please
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 centrall
                 hate
                 or
                 fear
                 foul
                 shapes
                 with
                 evill
                 ease
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 The
                 manner
                 of
                 her
                 life
                 on
                 earth
                 may
                 cause
              
               
                 Diversity
                 of
                 those
                 eruptions
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 will
                 ,
                 desire
                 ,
                 or
                 custome
                 do
                 dispose
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 to
                 such
                 like
                 figurations
                 .
              
               
                 Propension
                 brings
                 imaginations
                 ,
              
               
                 Unto
                 their
                 birth
                 .
                 And
                 oft
                 the
                 soul
                 le
                 ts
                 fly
              
               
                 Such
                 unexpected
                 eructations
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 her self
                 cannot
                 devisen
                 why
                 ,
              
               
                 Unlesse
                 she
                 do
                 ascribe
                 it
                 to
                 her
                 pregnancy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 an
                 argument
                 of
                 her
                 forms
                 innate
              
               
                 Which
                 blazen
                 out
                 ,
                 perchance
                 when
                 none
                 descry
              
               
                 This
                 light
                 is
                 lost
                 ,
                 sense
                 doth
                 so
                 radiate
              
               
                 With
                 Mundane
                 life
                 ,
                 till
                 this
                 poore
                 carcase
                 die
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 when
                 a
                 lamp
                 ,
                 that
                 men
                 do
                 sitten
                 by
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 some
                 wide
                 hall
                 in
                 a
                 clear
                 winter
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 blown
                 out
                 or
                 wasted
                 utterly
                 ,
              
               
                 Unwares
                 they
                 find
                 a
                 sly
                 still
                 silver
                 light
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 moon
                 the
                 wall
                 or
                 pavement
                 with
                 mild
                 raies
                 hath
                 dight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 So
                 when
                 the
                 oyl
                 of
                 this
                 low
                 life
                 is
                 spent
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 like
                 a
                 burning
                 lamp
                 doth
                 waste
                 away
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 blown
                 out
                 by
                 fate
                 more
                 violent
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 may
                 find
                 an
                 unexpected
                 ray
              
               
                 Of
                 light
                 ;
                 not
                 from
                 full
                 faced
                 Cynthia
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 her
                 own
                 fulnesse
                 and
                 quick
                 pregnancy
                 :
              
               
                 Unthought
                 of
                 life
                 her
                 Nature
                 may
                 display
              
               
                 Unto
                 her self
                 ;
                 not
                 by
                 forc'd
                 industry
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 naturally
                 it
                 sprouts
                 from
                 her
                 fecundity
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 Now
                 sith
                 adversion
                 is
                 a
                 property
              
               
                 So
                 deeply
                 essentiall
                 to
                 the
                 rationall
                 soul
                 ?
              
               
                 This
                 light
                 or
                 life
                 from
                 her
                 doth
                 not
                 so
                 fly
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 she
                 goes
                 with
                 it
                 as
                 it
                 out
                 doth
                 roll
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 spirits
                 that
                 arround
                 their
                 raies
                 extoll
              
               
                 Possesse
                 each
                 point
                 of
                 their
                 circumference
              
               
                 Presentially
                 .
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 soul
                 so
                 full
              
               
                 Of
                 life
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 raies
                 out
                 with
                 presse
                 presence
                 ,
              
               
                 Oretakes
                 each
                 outgone
                 beam
                 ;
                 apprends
                 it
                 by
                 advertence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 Thus
                 plainly
                 we
                 perceive
                 the
                 energie
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 departed
                 soul
                 :
                 if
                 we
                 could
                 find
              
               
                 Strong
                 reason
                 to
                 confirm
                 th'
                 innate
                 idee
                 ,
              
               
                 Essentiall
                 forms
                 created
                 with
                 the
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 things
                 obscure
                 no'te
                 easly
                 be
                 defind
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 some
                 few
                 reasons
                 I
                 will
                 venture
                 at
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 show
                 that
                 God's
                 so
                 liberall
                 and
                 kind
              
               
                 As
                 ,
                 when
                 an
                 humane
                 soul
                 he
                 doth
                 create
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 fill
                 it
                 with
                 hid
                 forms
                 and
                 deep
                 idees
                 innate
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 Well
                 sang
                 the
                 wise
                 Empedocles
                 of
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 earth
                 by
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 sea
                 by
                 sea
                 we
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 heaven
                 by
                 heaven
                 ,
                 and
                 fire
                 more
                 bright
                 than
                 gold
              
               
                 By
                 flaming
                 fire
                 ,
                 so
                 gentle
                 love
                 descry
              
               
                 By
                 love
                 ,
                 and
                 hate
                 by
                 hate
                 .
                 And
                 all
                 agree
              
               
                 That
                 like
                 is
                 known
                 by
                 like
                 .
                 Hence
                 they
                 confesse
              
               
                 That
                 some
                 externall
                 species
                 strikes
                 the
                 eye
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 its
                 object
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 self-same
                 dresse
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 my
                 first
                 argument
                 hence
                 I
                 'll
                 begin
                 to
                 presse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 If
                 like
                 be
                 known
                 by
                 like
                 ,
                 then
                 must
                 the
                 mind
              
               
                 Innate
                 idolums
                 in
                 it self
                 contain
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 judge
                 the
                 forms
                 she
                 doth
                 imprinted
                 find
              
               
                 Upon
                 occasions
                 .
                 If
                 she
                 doth
                 not
                 ken
              
               
                 These
                 shapes
                 that
                 flow
                 from
                 distant
                 objects
                 ,
                 then
              
               
                 How
                 can
                 she
                 know
                 those
                 objects
                 ?
                 a
                 dead
                 glasse
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 light
                 and
                 various
                 forms
                 do
                 gaily
                 stain
                 )
              
               
                 Set
                 out
                 in
                 open
                 streets
                 ,
                 shapes
                 as
                 they
                 passe
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 may
                 see
                 ;
                 Lutes
                 heare
                 each
                 foaming
                 diapase
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 she
                 know
                 those
                 species
                 outsent
              
               
                 From
                 distant
                 objects
                 ;
                 tell
                 me
                 how
                 she
                 knows
              
               
                 These
                 species
                 .
                 By
                 some
                 other
                 ?
                 You
                 nere
                 ment
              
               
                 To
                 answer
                 so
                 .
                 For
                 straight
                 the
                 question
                 goes
              
               
                 Unto
                 another
                 ,
                 and
                 still
                 forward
                 flows
              
               
                 Even
                 to
                 infinity
                 .
                 Doth
                 the
                 object
                 serve
              
               
                 Its
                 image
                 to
                 the
                 mind
                 for
                 to
                 disclose
                 ?
              
               
                 This
                 answer
                 hath
                 as
                 little
                 sense
                 or
                 nerve
                 :
              
               
                 Now
                 reel
                 you
                 in
                 a
                 circle
                 if
                 you
                 well
                 observe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 no
                 ascititious
                 form
                 alone
              
               
                 Can
                 make
                 us
                 see
                 or
                 hear
                 ;
                 but
                 when
                 this
                 spright
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 one
                 with
                 the
                 Mundane's
                 hit
                 upon
              
               
                 (
                 Sith
                 all
                 forms
                 in
                 our
                 soul
                 be
                 counite
              
               
                 And
                 centrally
                 lie
                 there
                 )
                 she
                 doth
                 beget
              
               
                 Like
                 shapes
                 in
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ;
                 that
                 energie
              
               
                 By
                 her
                 own
                 centrall
                 self
                 who
                 forth
                 it
                 let
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 view'd
                 .
                 Her
                 
                   centrall
                   omniformity
                
              
               
                 Thus
                 easly
                 keepeth
                 off
                 needlesse
                 infinity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 quick
                 soul
                 by
                 it self
                 doth
                 all
                 things
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sith
                 withouten
                 apt
                 similitude
              
               
                 Nought's
                 known
                 ,
                 upon
                 her
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 bestow
              
               
                 
                   Essentiall
                   centrall
                   forms
                
                 ,
                 that
                 thus
                 endew'd
              
               
                 With
                 universall
                 likenesse
                 ever
                 transmew'd
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 representing
                 energie
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 or
                 that
                 ,
                 she
                 may
                 have
                 each
                 thing
                 view'd
              
               
                 By
                 her
                 own
                 
                   centrall
                   self-vitality
                
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 her
                 
                   self-essentiall
                   omniformity
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 If
                 plantall
                 souls
                 in
                 their
                 own
                 selves
                 contain
              
               
                 That
                 vitall
                 formative
                 fecundity
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 a
                 tree
                 with
                 different
                 colour
                 stain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 divers
                 shapes
                 ,
                 smoothnesse
                 ,
                 asperity
                 ,
              
               
                 Straightnesse
                 ,
                 acutenesse
                 ,
                 and
                 rotundity
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 golden
                 yellow
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 crimson
                 red
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 varnish'd
                 green
                 ,
                 with
                 such
                 like
                 gallantry
                 ?
              
               
                 How
                 dull
                 then
                 is
                 the
                 sensitive
                 ?
                 how
                 dead
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 forms
                 from
                 its
                 own
                 centre
                 it
                 can
                 never
                 spread
                 ?
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 an
                 Universall
                 notion
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 object
                 ever
                 did
                 that
                 form
                 impresse
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 soul
                 ?
                 What
                 makes
                 us
                 venture
                 on
              
               
                 So
                 rash
                 a
                 matter
                 ,
                 as
                 ere
                 to
                 confesse
              
               
                 Ought
                 generally
                 true
                 ?
                 when
                 neverthelesse
              
               
                 We
                 cannot
                 ever
                 runne
                 through
                 all
                 singulars
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 in
                 our
                 own
                 souls
                 we
                 do
                 possesse
              
               
                 Free
                 forms
                 and
                 immateriall
                 characters
                 .
              
               
                 Hence
                 't
                 is
                 the
                 soul
                 so
                 boldly
                 generall
                 truth
                 declares
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 What
                 man
                 that
                 is
                 not
                 dull
                 or
                 mad
                 would
                 doubt
              
               
                 Whether
                 that
                 truth
                 (
                 for
                 which
                 Pythagoras
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 by
                 subtile
                 studdy
                 found
                 it
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 Muses
                 for
                 their
                 helping
                 grace
              
               
                 An
                 Hecatomb
                 did
                 sacrifice
                 )
                 may
                 passe
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 such
                 figures
                 wheresoever
                 they
                 be
                 ▪
              
               
                 Yet
                 all
                 Rectangle
                 Triangles
                 none
                 has
              
               
                 Viewed
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 none
                 all
                 shall
                 ever
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 this
                 free
                 assent
                 is
                 from
                 th'
                 
                   innate
                   idee
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 Adde
                 unto
                 these
                 incorporeity
              
               
                 Apprehended
                 by
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 when
                 sense
                 nere
                 saw
              
               
                 Ought
                 incorporeall
                 .
                 Wherefore
                 must
                 she
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 such
                 subtile
                 idols
                 draw
                 .
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 this
                 truth
                 more
                 clearly
                 still
                 to
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 's
                 turn
                 again
                 to
                 our
                 Geometry
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 body
                 ever
                 yet
                 could
                 figure
                 show
              
               
                 Perfectly
                 perfect
                 ,
                 as
                 rotundity
              
               
                 Exactly
                 round
                 ,
                 or
                 blamelesse
                 angularity
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 39
              
               
                 Yet
                 doth
                 the
                 soul
                 of
                 such
                 like
                 forms
                 discourse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 finden
                 fault
                 at
                 this
                 deficiency
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rightly
                 term
                 this
                 better
                 and
                 that
                 worse
                 ;
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 measure
                 is
                 our
                 own
                 idee
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 th'
                 humane
                 soul
                 in
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 doth
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sooth
                 to
                 saye●…
                 when
                 ever
                 she
                 doth
                 strive
              
               
                 To
                 find
                 pure
                 truth
                 ,
                 her
                 own
                 profundity
              
               
                 She
                 enters
                 ,
                 in
                 her self
                 doth
                 deeply
                 dive
                 ;
              
               
                 From
                 thence
                 attempts
                 each
                 essence
                 rightly
                 to
                 descrive
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 40
              
               
                 Last
                 argument
                 ,
                 which
                 yet
                 is
                 not
                 the
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 Wise
                 Socrates
                 dispute
                 with
                 Theaetete
              
               
                 Concerning
                 learning
                 fitly
                 doth
                 suggest
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 midwifes
                 sonne
                 ycleeped
                 Phenarete
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 calls
                 himself
                 :
                 Then
                 makes
                 a
                 quaint
                 conceit
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 his
                 mothers
                 trade
                 did
                 exercise
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 witlesse
                 his
                 own
                 self
                 yet
                 well
                 did
                 weet
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 fit
                 questions
                 to
                 make
                 others
                 wise
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 midwife
                 that
                 no'te
                 bear
                 anothers
                 birth
                 unties
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 41
              
               
                 Thus
                 jestingly
                 he
                 flung
                 out
                 what
                 was
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 humane
                 souls
                 be
                 swoln
                 with
                 pregnancy
              
               
                 Of
                 hidden
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 if
                 with
                 usage
                 due
              
               
                 They
                 were
                 well
                 handled
                 ,
                 they
                 each
                 verity
              
               
                 Would
                 bringen
                 forth
                 from
                 their
                 fecunditie
                 ,
              
               
                 Wise
                 framed
                 questions
                 would
                 facilitate
              
               
                 This
                 precious
                 birth
                 ,
                 stirre
                 up
                 th'
                 inward
                 idee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 it
                 streme
                 with
                 light
                 from
                 forms
                 innate
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 may
                 a
                 skilfull
                 man
                 hid
                 truth
                 clicitate
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 42
              
               
                 What
                 doth
                 the
                 teacher
                 in
                 his
                 action
              
               
                 But
                 put
                 slight
                 hints
                 into
                 his
                 scholars
                 mind
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 breed
                 a
                 solemn
                 contemplation
              
               
                 Whether
                 such
                 things
                 be
                 so
                 ;
                 but
                 he
                 doth
                 find
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 himself
                 .
                 But
                 if
                 truth
                 be
                 not
                 sign'd
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 own
                 soul
                 before
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 right
                 measure
              
               
                 Of
                 things
                 propos'd
                 ,
                 in
                 vain
                 the
                 youth
                 doth
                 wind
              
               
                 Into
                 himself
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 that
                 anxious
                 leasure
              
               
                 In
                 answering
                 proves
                 uselesse
                 without
                 that
                 hid
                 treasure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 43
              
               
                 Nor
                 is
                 his
                 masters
                 knowledge
                 from
                 him
                 flit
              
               
                 Into
                 his
                 scholars
                 head
                 :
                 for
                 so
                 his
                 brain
              
               
                 In
                 time
                 would
                 be
                 exhaust
                 and
                 void
                 of
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 would
                 the
                 sory
                 man
                 but
                 little
                 gain
              
               
                 Though
                 richly
                 paid
                 .
                 Nor
                 is
                 't
                 more
                 safe
                 to
                 sain
              
               
                 As
                 fire
                 breeds
                 fire
                 ,
                 art
                 art
                 doth
                 generate
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 with
                 Corporeity
                 't
                 would
                 stain
                 :
              
               
                 Such
                 qualities
                 outwardly
                 operate
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 within
                 ;
                 her
                 acts
                 there
                 closely
                 circulate
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 44
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 soul
                 it self
                 by
                 her
                 idee
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 her self
                 ,
                 doth
                 every
                 thing
                 discover
                 ;
              
               
                 By
                 her
                 own
                 
                   Centrall
                   omniformity
                
              
               
                 Brings
                 forth
                 in
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 when
                 ought
                 doth
                 move
                 her
                 ;
              
               
                 Till
                 mov'd
                 a
                 dark
                 indifferency
                 doth
                 hover
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 fierce
                 desire
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 strong
                 piercing
                 will
              
               
                 Makes
                 her
                 those
                 hidden
                 characters
                 uncover
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 when
                 death
                 this
                 lower
                 life
                 shall
                 spill
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 fear
                 or
                 love
                 the
                 soul
                 with
                 actuall
                 forms
                 shall
                 fill
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 THE
                 ARGUMENT
                 OF
                 ANTIPSYCHOPANNYCHIA
                 .
                 Cant.
                 3.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Departed
                   souls
                   by
                   living
                   Night
                
                 
                   Suckt
                   in
                   ,
                   for
                   pinching
                   wo
                
                 
                   No'te
                   sleep
                   ;
                   or
                   if
                   with
                   God
                   unite
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   joyes
                   with
                   which
                   they
                   flow
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 MY
                 hardest
                 task
                 is
                 gone
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 to
                 prove
              
               
                 That
                 when
                 the
                 soul
                 by
                 death's
                 cut
                 off
                 from
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 she
                 within
                 her self
                 might
                 live
                 and
                 move
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 her
                 own
                 world
                 ,
                 by
                 life
                 imaginall
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 sooth
                 to
                 sain
                 ,
                 't
                 seems
                 not
                 so
                 naturall
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 though
                 a
                 starre
                 ,
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 Mundane
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Shine
                 out
                 with
                 rayes
                 circumferentiall
              
               
                 So
                 long
                 as
                 with
                 this
                 world
                 it
                 is
                 unite
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 what
                 't
                 would
                 do
                 cut
                 off
                 ,
                 so
                 well
                 we
                 cannot
                 weet
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 But
                 sith
                 our
                 soul
                 with
                 God
                 himself
                 may
                 meet
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…nacted
                 by
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 see
              
               
                 What
                 scruple
                 then
                 remains
                 that
                 moven
                 might
              
               
                 Least
                 doubt
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 she
                 wakes
                 with
                 open
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 fate
                 her
                 from
                 this
                 body
                 doth
                 untie
                 .
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 her
                 choisest
                 forms
                 do
                 then
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 Rowz'd
                 up
                 by
                 union
                 and
                 large
                 sympathy
              
               
                 With
                 Gods
                 own
                 spright
                 ;
                 she
                 plainly
                 then
                 descries
              
               
                 Such
                 plenitude
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 could
                 nere
                 devise
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 3
              
               
                 If
                 God
                 even
                 on
                 this
                 body
                 operate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shakes
                 this
                 Temple
                 when
                 he
                 doth
                 descend
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 with
                 sweet
                 vigour
                 doth
                 irradiate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lovely
                 light
                 and
                 heavenly
                 beauty
                 lend
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 rayes
                 from
                 Moses
                 face
                 did
                 once
                 extend
              
               
                 Themselves
                 on
                 Sinai
                 hill
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 did
                 get
              
               
                 Those
                 laws
                 from
                 Gods
                 own
                 mouth
                 ,
                 mans
                 life
                 to
                 mend
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 Messias
                 on
                 mount
                 Saron
                 set
              
               
                 Farre
                 greater
                 beauty
                 shone
                 in
                 his
                 disciples
                 sight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 4
              
               
                 Al
                 's
                 Socrates
                 ,
                 when
                 (
                 his
                 large
                 Intellect
              
               
                 Being
                 fill'd
                 with
                 streaming
                 light
                 from
                 God
                 above
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 that
                 fair
                 sight
                 his
                 soul
                 did
                 close
                 collect
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 inward
                 lustre
                 through
                 the
                 body
                 drove
              
               
                 Bright
                 beams
                 of
                 beauty
                 .
                 These
                 examples
                 prove
              
               
                 That
                 our
                 low
                 being
                 the
                 great
                 Deity
              
               
                 Invades
                 ,
                 and
                 powerfully
                 doth
                 change
                 and
                 move
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 if
                 you
                 grant
                 ,
                 the
                 souls
                 divinity
              
               
                 More
                 fitly
                 doth
                 receive
                 so
                 high
                 an
                 energy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 God
                 doth
                 illuminate
                 the
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 well
                 approv'd
                 by
                 all
                 antiquity
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 them
                 Philosophers
                 and
                 Priests
                 we
                 find
              
               
                 All
                 one
                 :
                 or
                 else
                 at
                 least
                 Philosophy
              
               
                 Link'd
                 with
                 Gods
                 worship
                 and
                 pure
                 piety
                 :
              
               
                 Witnesse
                 Pythagoras
                 ,
                 Aglaophemus
                 ,
              
               
                 Zoroaster
                 ,
                 thrice-mighty
                 Mercury
                 ,
              
               
                 Wise
                 Socrates
                 ,
                 nothing
                 injurious
                 ,
              
               
                 Religious
                 Plato
                 ,
                 and
                 vice-taming
                 Orpheus
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 All
                 these
                 ,
                 addicted
                 to
                 religion
                 ,
              
               
                 Acknowledg'd
                 God
                 the
                 fount
                 of
                 verity
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 flows
                 out
                 illumination
              
               
                 Upon
                 purg'd
                 souls
                 .
                 But
                 now
                 ,
                 O
                 misery
                 !
              
               
                 To
                 seek
                 to
                 God
                 is
                 held
                 a
                 phantasie
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 men
                 hug
                 close
                 their
                 loved
                 lust
                 and
                 vice
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 deem
                 that
                 thraldome
                 a
                 sweet
                 liberty
                 ;
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 reproch
                 and
                 shame
                 they
                 do
                 devise
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 braver
                 souls
                 that
                 better
                 things
                 emprise
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 7
              
               
                 But
                 lo
                 !
                 a
                 proof
                 more
                 strong
                 and
                 manifest
                 :
              
               
                 Few
                 men
                 but
                 will
                 confesse
                 that
                 prophesie
              
               
                 Proceeds
                 from
                 God
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 our
                 soul
                 's
                 possest
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 all-seeing
                 spright
                 ;
                 al
                 's
                 ecstasie
              
               
                 Wherein
                 the
                 soul
                 snatch'd
                 by
                 the
                 Deity
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 a
                 time
                 into
                 high
                 heaven
                 hent
              
               
                 Doth
                 contemplate
                 that
                 blest
                 Divinity
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 Paul
                 and
                 John
                 that
                 into
                 Patmos
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 Heard
                 and
                 saw
                 things
                 inestimably
                 excellent
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 8
              
               
                 Such
                 things
                 as
                 these
                 men
                 jointly
                 do
                 confesse
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 from
                 Gods
                 immediate
                 energie
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 that
                 God
                 ought
                 on
                 the
                 soul
                 impresse
              
               
                 Before
                 it
                 be
                 at
                 perfect
                 liberty
                 ,
              
               
                 Quite
                 rent
                 from
                 this
                 base
                 body
                 ;
                 when
                 that
                 she
              
               
                 Is
                 utterly
                 releast
                 ,
                 she
                 'll
                 be
                 more
                 fit
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 inform'd
                 by
                 that
                 divine
                 Idee
              
               
                 Hight
                 Logos
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 every
                 man
                 enlight
              
               
                 That
                 enters
                 into
                 life
                 ,
                 as
                 speaks
                 the
                 sacred
                 Writ
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 Behold
                 a
                 fit
                 resemblance
                 of
                 this
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Sunne
                 begetteth
                 both
                 colours
                 and
                 s●…ght
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 living
                 thing
                 with
                 life
                 his
                 heat
                 indew'th
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 kindles
                 into
                 act
                 each
                 plastick
                 spright
                 :
              
               
                 Thus
                 he
                 the
                 world
                 with
                 various
                 forms
                 doth
                 dight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 his
                 vigour
                 hath
                 fram'd
                 out
                 an
                 eye
              
               
                 In
                 any
                 living
                 wight
                 ,
                 he
                 fills
                 with
                 light
              
               
                 That
                 organ
                 ,
                 which
                 can
                 plainly
                 then
                 descry
              
               
                 The
                 forms
                 that
                 under
                 his
                 far-shining
                 beams
                 do
                 ly
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 Even
                 so
                 it
                 is
                 with
                 th'
                 intellectuall
                 sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 Fountain
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 all-discovering
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 frames
                 our
                 souls
                 by
                 his
                 creation
                 ,
              
               
                 Al
                 's
                 he
                 indews
                 them
                 with
                 internall
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 shines
                 into
                 them
                 by
                 his
                 lucid
                 spright
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 corporall
                 life
                 doth
                 so
                 obnubilate
              
               
                 Our
                 inward
                 eyes
                 that
                 they
                 be
                 nothing
                 bright
                 .
              
               
                 While
                 in
                 this
                 muddy
                 world
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 They
                 lie
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 blind
                 passions
                 be
                 intoxicate
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 11
              
               
                 Fear
                 ,
                 anger
                 ,
                 hope
                 ,
                 fierce
                 vengeance
                 ,
                 and
                 swoln
                 hate
                 ,
              
               
                 Tumultuous
                 joy
                 ,
                 envy
                 and
                 discontent
                 ,
              
               
                 Self-love
                 ,
                 vain-glory
                 ,
                 strife
                 and
                 fell
                 debate
                 ,
              
               
                 Unsatiate
                 covetise
                 ,
                 desire
                 impotent
                 ,
              
               
                 Low-sinking
                 grief
                 ,
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 lust
                 violent
                 ,
              
               
                 Fond
                 emulation
                 ,
                 all
                 these
                 dim
                 the
                 mind
              
               
                 That
                 with
                 foul
                 filth
                 the
                 inward
                 eye
                 yblent
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 light
                 that
                 is
                 so
                 near
                 it
                 cannot
                 find
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 shines
                 the
                 Sunne
                 unseen
                 on
                 a
                 trees
                 rugged
                 rind
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 12
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 clean
                 soul
                 by
                 virtue
                 purifi'd
              
               
                 Collecting
                 its
                 own
                 self
                 from
                 the
                 foul
                 steem
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 earthly
                 life
                 ,
                 is
                 often
                 dignify'd
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 pure
                 pleasure
                 that
                 from
                 God
                 doth
                 streem
                 ,
              
               
                 Often's
                 enlighten'd
                 by
                 that
                 radiant
                 beam
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 issues
                 forth
                 from
                 his
                 divinity
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 feelingly
                 immortall
                 she
                 doth
                 deem
              
               
                 Her self
                 ,
                 conjoynd
                 by
                 so
                 near
                 unity
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 doubts
                 of
                 her
                 eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 Nor
                 death
                 nor
                 sleep
                 nor
                 any
                 dismall
                 shade
              
               
                 Of
                 low
                 contracting
                 life
                 she
                 then
                 doth
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 troubled
                 thoughts
                 her
                 settled
                 mind
                 invade
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 immortall
                 root
                 of
                 life
                 she
                 seeth
                 clear
                 ,
              
               
                 Wisheth
                 she
                 were
                 for
                 ever
                 grafted
                 here
                 :
              
               
                 No
                 cloud
                 ,
                 no
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 no
                 deficiency
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 high
                 heavenly
                 life
                 doth
                 ere
                 appear
                 ;
              
               
                 Redundant
                 fulnesse
                 ,
                 and
                 free
                 liberty
                 ,
              
               
                 Easie
                 flowing
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 never
                 weary
                 energy
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 Broad
                 open
                 sight
                 ,
                 eternall
                 wake
                 fulnesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Withouten
                 labour
                 or
                 consuming
                 pain
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 all
                 these
                 in
                 God
                 must
                 needs
                 possesse
              
               
                 When
                 there
                 deep-rooted
                 life
                 she
                 doth
                 obtain
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 I
                 in
                 a
                 few
                 words
                 shall
                 maken
                 plain
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 bodies
                 life
                 by
                 powerfull
                 sympathy
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 to
                 sleep
                 and
                 labour
                 doth
                 constrain
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 grief
                 ,
                 to
                 wearinesse
                 and
                 anxiety
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 to
                 hideous
                 sense
                 of
                 dread
                 mortality
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 15
              
               
                 But
                 sith
                 no
                 such
                 things
                 in
                 the
                 Deity
              
               
                 Are
                 to
                 be
                 found
                 ;
                 She
                 once
                 incorporate
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 quick
                 essence
                 ,
                 she
                 is
                 setten
                 free
              
               
                 From
                 ought
                 that
                 may
                 her
                 life
                 obnubilate
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 then
                 can
                 her
                 contract
                 or
                 maken
                 strait
                 ?
              
               
                 For
                 ever
                 mov'd
                 by
                 lively
                 sympathy
              
               
                 With
                 Gods
                 own
                 spright
                 ,
                 an
                 ever-waking
                 state
              
               
                 She
                 doth
                 obtain
                 .
                 Doth
                 heavens
                 bright
                 blazing
                 eye
              
               
                 Ever
                 close
                 ,
                 ywrapt
                 in
                 sleep
                 and
                 dead
                 obscurity
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 16
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 how
                 full
                 and
                 strong
                 a
                 sympathy
              
               
                 Is
                 caused
                 by
                 the
                 souls
                 conjunction
              
               
                 VVith
                 the
                 high
                 God
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 to
                 you
                 thus
                 descry
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 men
                 will
                 grant
                 that
                 spread
                 dispersion
              
               
                 Must
                 be
                 some
                 hinderance
                 to
                 close
                 union
                 :
              
               
                 Al
                 's
                 must
                 confesse
                 that
                 closer
                 unity
              
               
                 More
                 certainly
                 doth
                 breed
                 compassion
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 that
                 there
                 's
                 passion
                 in
                 the
                 Deity
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 something
                 like
                 to
                 what
                 all
                 men
                 call
                 Sympathy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 Now
                 sith
                 the
                 soul
                 is
                 of
                 such
                 subtlety
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 close
                 collectednesse
                 ,
                 indispersion
                 ,
              
               
                 Full
                 by
                 her
                 
                   centrall
                   omniformity
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Pregnant
                 and
                 big
                 without
                 distension
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 once
                 drawn
                 in
                 by
                 strong
                 attraction
              
               
                 Should
                 be
                 more
                 perfectly
                 there
                 counite
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 her
                 high
                 and
                 holy
                 union
              
               
                 Then
                 with
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 where
                 dispersion's
                 pight
                 .
              
               
                 (
                 But
                 such
                 hard
                 things
                 I
                 leave
                 to
                 some
                 more
                 learned
                 wight
                 )
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 pure
                 Being's
                 perfect
                 unity
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 must
                 all
                 things
                 more
                 strongly
                 bind
              
               
                 Then
                 lives
                 corporeall
                 ,
                 which
                 dispersed
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 also
                 the
                 first
                 Goodnesse
                 is
                 defin'd
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 the
                 soul
                 most
                 powerfully's
                 ●…nclin'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 strongly
                 drawn
                 to
                 God.
                 But
                 life
                 that
                 's
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 into
                 it
                 the
                 soul
                 doth
                 closely
                 wind
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 often
                 sneep'd
                 by
                 anguish
                 and
                 by
                 fear
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 vexing
                 pain
                 and
                 rage
                 that
                 she
                 no'●…
                 easly
                 bear
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 19
              
               
                 Farre
                 otherwise
                 it
                 fares
                 in
                 that
                 pure
                 life
              
               
                 That
                 doth
                 result
                 in
                 the
                 souls
                 Unitie
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 :
                 For
                 there
                 the
                 faster
                 she
                 doth
                 strive
              
               
                 To
                 tie
                 herself
                 ,
                 the
                 greater
                 libertie
              
               
                 And
                 freer
                 welcome
                 ,
                 brighter
                 puritie
              
               
                 She
                 finds
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 enlargement
                 ,
                 joy
                 and
                 pleasure
              
               
                 Overflowing
                 ,
                 yet
                 without
                 satietie
                 ,
              
               
                 Sight
                 without
                 end
                 ,
                 and
                 love
                 withouten
                 measure
                 :
              
               
                 This
                 needs
                 must
                 close
                 unite
                 the
                 heart
                 to
                 that
                 hid
                 treasure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 20
              
               
                 This
                 plainly's
                 seen
                 in
                 that
                 mysterious
                 Cone
              
               
                 Which
                 I
                 above
                 did
                 fairly
                 well
                 descrive
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 freenesse
                 and
                 incarceration
              
               
                 Were
                 plainly
                 setten
                 forth
                 .
                 What
                 down
                 doth
                 dive
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 straitned
                 Cuspis
                 needs
                 must
                 strive
              
               
                 With
                 stringent
                 bitternesse
                 ,
                 vexation
                 ,
              
               
                 Anxious
                 unrest
                 ;
                 in
                 this
                 ill
                 plight
                 they
                 live
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 that
                 do
                 ascend
                 to
                 th'
                 top
                 yflown
              
               
                 Be
                 free
                 ,
                 yet
                 fast
                 unite
                 to
                 that
                 fair
                 vision
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 Thus
                 purged
                 souls
                 be
                 close
                 conjoynd
                 to
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 closer
                 union
                 surer
                 sympathie
                 ;
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 so
                 long
                 as
                 they
                 make
                 their
                 abode
              
               
                 In
                 Him
                 ,
                 incorporate
                 by
                 due
                 Unitie
              
               
                 They
                 liven
                 in
                 eternall
                 energie
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 Israels
                 God
                 nor
                 slumbers
                 ,
                 nor
                 doth
                 sleep
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 Israel
                 lost
                 in
                 dull
                 lethargie
              
               
                 Must
                 listlesse
                 lie
                 ,
                 while
                 numbing
                 streams
                 do
                 steep
              
               
                 His
                 heavy
                 head
                 ,
                 overwhelmed
                 in
                 oblivion
                 deep
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 more
                 curious
                 men
                 will
                 straight
                 enquire
                 ,
              
               
                 Whither
                 after
                 death
                 the
                 wicked
                 soul
                 doth
                 go
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 long
                 hath
                 wallowed
                 in
                 the
                 sinfull
                 mire
                 .
              
               
                 Before
                 this
                 question
                 I
                 shall
                 answer
                 to
                 ,
              
               
                 Again
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 the
                 soul
                 I
                 'll
                 show
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 herself
                 doth
                 centrally
              
               
                 Contain
                 ;
                 what
                 ever
                 she
                 doth
                 feel
                 or
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 feels
                 or
                 knows
                 it
                 by
                 th'
                 innate
                 Idee
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 's
                 allproportion'd
                 by
                 her
                 omniformitie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 23
              
               
                 God
                 ,
                 heaven
                 ,
                 this
                 middle
                 world
                 ,
                 deep-glimmering
                 hell
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 the
                 lives
                 and
                 shapes
                 that
                 there
                 remain
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 forms
                 of
                 all
                 in
                 humane
                 souls
                 do
                 dwell
                 ;
              
               
                 She
                 likewise
                 all
                 proportions
                 doth
                 contain
              
               
                 That
                 sits
                 her
                 for
                 all
                 sprights
                 .
                 So
                 they
                 constrain
              
               
                 By
                 a
                 strong
                 pulling
                 sympathie
                 to
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 straight
                 possesse
                 that
                 fitting
                 vitall
                 vein
              
               
                 That
                 'longs
                 unto
                 her
                 ,
                 so
                 her
                 proper
                 roon
              
               
                 She
                 takes
                 as
                 mighty
                 Nemesis
                 doth
                 give
                 the
                 doom
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 24
              
               
                 Now
                 (
                 which
                 I
                 would
                 you
                 presly
                 should
                 observe
                 )
              
               
                 Though
                 oft
                 I
                 have
                 with
                 tongue
                 balbutient
              
               
                 Prattled
                 to
                 th'
                 weaker
                 care
                 (
                 lest
                 I
                 should
                 sterve
              
               
                 My
                 style
                 with
                 too
                 much
                 subtiltie
                 )
                 I
                 nere
                 ment
              
               
                 To
                 grant
                 there
                 's
                 any
                 such
                 thing
                 existent
              
               
                 As
                 a
                 mere
                 body
                 :
                 For
                 all
                 's
                 life
                 ,
                 all
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 lives
                 and
                 sprights
                 be
                 very
                 different
                 .
              
               
                 Three
                 generall
                 sprights
                 there
                 be
                 ,
                 
                   ●…ternall
                   light
                
              
               
                 Is
                 one
                 ,
                 the
                 next
                 
                   our
                   World
                
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 
                   Infernall
                   Night
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 This
                 last
                 lies
                 next
                 unto
                 old
                 Nothingnesse
              
               
                 Hight
                 Hyle
                 ,
                 whom
                 I
                 term'd
                 point
                 of
                 the
                 Cone
                 :
              
               
                 Her
                 daughter
                 Night
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 bitternesse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 strait
                 constraint
                 ,
                 and
                 pent
                 privation
                 :
              
               
                 Her
                 sturdie
                 ray's
                 scarce
                 conquer'd
                 by
                 the
                 moon
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 earths
                 great
                 shade
                 breaks
                 out
                 from
                 this
                 hid
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 active
                 is
                 ;
                 so
                 soon
                 the
                 Sunne
                 is
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 repossesse
                 the
                 aire
                 shotten
                 forth
                 right
              
               
                 From
                 its
                 hid
                 centrall
                 life
                 ,
                 ycleep'd
                 
                   Infernall
                   Night
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 drad
                 world
                 is
                 scorching
                 Phlegel●…n
                 ,
              
               
                 Hot
                 without
                 flame
                 ,
                 burning
                 the
                 vexed
                 sense
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 hatefull
                 Styx
                 and
                 sad
                 Cocytus
                 run
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 silent
                 Acheron
                 .
                 All
                 drink
                 from
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 damn'd
                 spright
                 receiven
                 influence
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 our
                 world
                 or
                 poyson
                 do
                 outspue
              
               
                 Or
                 have
                 an
                 uggly
                 shape
                 and
                 foul
                 presence
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 deadly
                 poison
                 and
                 that
                 direfull
                 hue
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 Nocturnall
                 spright
                 these
                 uggly
                 creatures
                 drew
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 27
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 seat
                 of
                 Gods
                 eternall
                 ire
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 unmixt
                 vengeance
                 he
                 doth
                 fully
                 powre
              
               
                 Upon
                 foul
                 souls
                 fit
                 for
                 consuming
                 fire
                 :
              
               
                 Fierce
                 storms
                 and
                 tempests
                 strongly
                 doth
                 he
                 showre
              
               
                 Upon
                 their
                 heads
                 :
                 His
                 rage
                 doth
                 still
                 devoure
              
               
                 The
                 never-dying
                 soul.
                 Here
                 Satanas
              
               
                 Hath
                 his
                 full
                 swing
                 to
                 torture
                 every
                 houre
              
               
                 The
                 grisly
                 ghosts
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 have
                 passe
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 mid
                 world
                 to
                 that
                 most
                 direfull
                 dismall
                 place
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 28
              
               
                 Did
                 Nature
                 but
                 compile
                 one
                 mighty
                 sphere
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 dark
                 Stygian
                 spright
                 ,
                 and
                 close
                 collect
              
               
                 Its
                 scatter'd
                 being
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 might
                 appear
              
               
                 Aloft
                 in
                 the
                 wide
                 heaven
                 ,
                 it
                 would
                 project
              
               
                 Dark
                 powerfull
                 beams
                 ,
                 that
                 solar
                 life
                 ycheckt
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 dull
                 choking
                 rayes
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 would
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 Infernall
                 poyson
                 the
                 earth
                 would
                 infect
                 ,
              
               
                 Incessant
                 showrs
                 of
                 pitchie
                 shafts
                 let
                 flie
              
               
                 Against
                 the
                 Sunne
                 with
                 darknesse
                 would
                 involve
                 the
                 skie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 Nor
                 is
                 my
                 Muse
                 wox
                 mad
                 ,
                 that
                 thus
                 gives
                 life
              
               
                 To
                 Night
                 or
                 Darknesse
                 ,
                 sith
                 all
                 things
                 do
                 live
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Night
                 is
                 nothing
                 (
                 straight
                 I
                 'll
                 end
                 that
                 strife
                 )
              
               
                 Doth
                 nought
                 impressions
                 to
                 the
                 sense
                 derive
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 without
                 prejudice
                 you
                 'll
                 deigne
                 to
                 dive
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 matter
                 ,
                 as
                 much
                 realtie
              
               
                 To
                 darknesse
                 as
                 to
                 coldnesse
                 you
                 will
                 give
                 .
              
               
                 Both
                 Night
                 and
                 Coldnesse
                 have
                 their
                 energie
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 strike
                 the
                 sense
                 ,
                 they
                 both
                 have
                 reall
                 entitie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 plain
                 that
                 that
                 nocturnall
                 spright
              
               
                 Sends
                 forth
                 black
                 eben-beams
                 and
                 mirksome
                 rayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 her
                 darknesse
                 as
                 the
                 Sunne
                 his
                 light
              
               
                 More
                 clearly
                 doth
                 reflect
                 on
                 solid
                 place
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 when
                 a
                 wall
                 ,
                 a
                 shade
                 empighten
                 has
              
               
                 Upon
                 it
                 ,
                 sure
                 that
                 shade
                 farre
                 darker
                 is
              
               
                 Then
                 is
                 the
                 aire
                 that
                 lies
                 in
                 the
                 mid
                 space
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 the
                 reason
                 ?
                 but
                 that
                 rayes
                 emisse
              
               
                 From
                 
                   centrall
                   Night
                
                 the
                 walls
                 reflection
                 multiplies
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 31
              
               
                 The
                 light
                 's
                 more
                 light
                 that
                 strikes
                 upon
                 the
                 wall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 much
                 more
                 strongly
                 there
                 affects
                 the
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 what
                 's
                 spread
                 in
                 the
                 space
                 aereall
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 't
                 is
                 with
                 shadows
                 that
                 amid
                 do
                 lie
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 slight
                 aire
                 ;
                 there
                 scarce
                 we
                 them
                 descrie
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 they
                 fall
                 upon
                 the
                 wall
                 or
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 gain
                 a
                 perfect
                 sensibilitie
                 .
              
               
                 Scarce
                 ought
                 in
                 outgone
                 light
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 found
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 Nocturnall
                 ray's
                 with
                 like
                 indowments
                 crown'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 32
              
               
                 But
                 why
                 doth
                 my
                 half-wearied
                 mind
                 pursue
              
               
                 Dim
                 sculking
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 a
                 fleet
                 nimble
                 shade
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 Moses
                 and
                 wise
                 Solomon
                 speak
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 we
                 assert
                 may
                 safely
                 well
                 be
                 said
                 .
              
               
                 Did
                 not
                 a
                 palpable
                 thick
                 Night
                 invade
              
               
                 The
                 Land
                 of
                 Egypt
                 ,
                 such
                 as
                 men
                 might
                 feel
              
               
                 And
                 handle
                 with
                 their
                 hands
                 ?
                 That
                 darknesse
                 ray'd
              
               
                 From
                 nether
                 Hell
                 ,
                 and
                 silently
                 did
                 steal
              
               
                 On
                 th'
                 enemies
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 as
                 Scripture
                 doth
                 reveal
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 The
                 womb
                 of
                 Night
                 then
                 fully
                 flowred
                 cut
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 all-swaying
                 endlesse
                 Majestie
              
               
                 Which
                 penetrateth
                 those
                 wide
                 worlds
                 throughout
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 thin
                 spread
                 darknesse
                 that
                 dispers'd
                 doth
                 lie
              
               
                 Summon'd
                 by
                 his
                 drad
                 voice
                 ,
                 and
                 strong
                 decree
                 .
              
               
                 Much
                 therefore
                 of
                 that
                 spirit
                 close
                 u●…te
              
               
                 Into
                 one
                 place
                 did
                 strike
                 the
                 troubled
                 eye
              
               
                 With
                 horrid
                 blacknesse
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 hand
                 did
                 smite
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 clam
                 pitchie
                 ray
                 shot
                 from
                 that
                 
                   Centrall
                   Night
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 This
                 
                   Centrall
                   Night
                
                 or
                 Universall
                 spright
              
               
                 Of
                 wo
                 ,
                 of
                 want
                 ,
                 of
                 balefull
                 bitternesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 hatred
                 ,
                 envy
                 ,
                 wrath
                 ,
                 and
                 fell
                 despight
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 lust
                 ,
                 of
                 care
                 ,
                 wasting
                 disquietnesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 warre
                 ,
                 contention
                 ,
                 and
                 bloud-thirstinesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 zeal
                 ,
                 of
                 vengeance
                 ,
                 of
                 suspicion
              
               
                 Of
                 hovering
                 horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 sad
                 pensivenesse
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 Stygian
                 stream
                 through
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 run
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 wicked
                 souls
                 unto
                 it self
                 hath
                 wonne
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 35
              
               
                 Lo
                 !
                 here
                 's
                 the
                 portion
                 of
                 the
                 Hypocrite
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 serveth
                 God
                 but
                 in
                 an
                 outward
                 show
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 his
                 drad
                 doom
                 must
                 passe
                 upon
                 his
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 it
                 propends
                 there
                 surely
                 must
                 he
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 Due
                 vengeance
                 neither
                 sleepeth
                 nor
                 is
                 slow
                 .
              
               
                 Hell
                 will
                 suck
                 in
                 by
                 a
                 strong
                 sympathie
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 like
                 unto
                 it self
                 :
                 So
                 down
                 they
                 flow
                 ,
              
               
                 Devouring
                 anguish
                 and
                 anxietie
              
               
                 Do
                 vex
                 their
                 souls
                 ,
                 in
                 piteous
                 pains
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
                 they
                 lie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 36
              
               
                 Thus
                 with
                 live
                 Hell
                 be
                 they
                 concorporate
                 ,
              
               
                 United
                 close
                 with
                 that
                 self-gnawing
                 spright
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 I
                 wote
                 will
                 breed
                 no
                 sleeping
                 state
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 here
                 descends
                 finds
                 one
                 long
                 restlesse
                 Night
              
               
                 May
                 this
                 the
                 dreaming
                 Psychopannychite
              
               
                 Awake
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 him
                 seriously
                 prepare
              
               
                 And
                 purge
                 his
                 heart
                 ,
                 lest
                 this
                 infernall
                 might
              
               
                 Suck
                 in
                 his
                 soul
                 'fore
                 he
                 be
                 well
                 aware
                 .
              
               
                 Kill
                 but
                 the
                 seeds
                 of
                 sinne
                 then
                 are
                 you
                 past
                 this
                 fear
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 Thus
                 have
                 I
                 prov'd
                 by
                 the
                 souls
                 union
              
               
                 With
                 heaven
                 and
                 hell
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 will
                 be
                 awake
              
               
                 When
                 she
                 from
                 this
                 mid
                 Nature
                 is
                 ygone
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 still
                 more
                 curious
                 task
                 to
                 undertake
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 spenden
                 time
                 to
                 speak
                 of
                 Lethe
                 lake
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whether
                 at
                 least
                 some
                 souls
                 fall
                 not
                 a
                 sleep
                 .
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 if
                 they
                 do
                 of
                 Hell
                 they
                 do
                 partake
                 )
              
               
                 Whether
                 who
                 liv'd
                 like
                 plant
                 or
                 grazing
                 sheep
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 of
                 nought
                 else
                 but
                 sloth
                 and
                 growth
                 doth
                 taken
                 keep
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 Whose
                 drooping
                 phansie
                 never
                 flowred
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 relish'd
                 nought
                 but
                 this
                 grosse
                 bodies
                 food
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 never
                 entertaind
                 an
                 active
                 thought
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 like
                 down-looking
                 beasts
                 was
                 onely
                 mov'd
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 themselves
                 ,
                 whither
                 this
                 drousie
                 mood
              
               
                 So
                 drench
                 the
                 lowring
                 soul
                 and
                 inly
                 sleep
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 lies
                 senselesse
                 drownd
                 in
                 Lethe
                 floud
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 will
                 let
                 dive
                 into
                 this
                 mysterie
                 deep
                 :
              
               
                 Into
                 such
                 narrow
                 subtilties
                 I
                 list
                 not
                 creep
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 39
              
               
                 But
                 well
                 I
                 wote
                 that
                 wicked
                 crueltie
                 ,
              
               
                 Hate
                 ,
                 envie
                 ,
                 malice
                 ,
                 and
                 ambition
                 ,
              
               
                 Bloud-sucking
                 zeal
                 ,
                 and
                 lawlesse
                 tyrannie
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 Nocturnall
                 spright
                 shall
                 have
                 their
                 wonne
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 like
                 this
                 world
                 admits
                 distinction
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 like
                 will
                 like
                 unto
                 it
                 strongly
                 draw
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 every
                 soul
                 shall
                 have
                 a
                 righteous
                 doom
                 .
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 our
                 deeds
                 God
                 will
                 bestow
              
               
                 Rewards
                 :
                 Unto
                 the
                 cruell
                 he
                 'll
                 no
                 mercie
                 show
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 40
              
               
                 Where
                 's
                 Nimrod
                 now
                 ,
                 and
                 dreadfull
                 Hannibal
                 ?
              
               
                 Where
                 's
                 that
                 ambitious
                 pert
                 Pellean
                 lad
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 pride
                 sweld
                 bigger
                 then
                 this
                 earthly
                 ball
                 ?
              
               
                 Where
                 's
                 cruel
                 Nero
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 rest
                 that
                 had
              
               
                 Command
                 ,
                 and
                 vex'd
                 the
                 world
                 with
                 usage
                 bad
                 ?
              
               
                 They
                 're
                 all
                 sunk
                 down
                 into
                 this
                 nether
                 hell
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 erst
                 upon
                 the
                 Nations
                 stoutly
                 strad
              
               
                 Are
                 now
                 the
                 Devils
                 footstool
                 .
                 His
                 drad
                 spell
              
               
                 Those
                 vassals
                 doth
                 command
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 with
                 furie
                 swell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 41
              
               
                 Consuming
                 anguish
                 ,
                 styptick
                 bitternesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 now
                 so
                 strangle
                 their
                 imperious
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 perpetuall
                 disquietnesse
              
               
                 They
                 roll
                 and
                 rave
                 ,
                 and
                 roar
                 and
                 rage
                 their
                 fill
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 a
                 mad
                 bull
                 that
                 the
                 slie
                 hunters
                 skill
              
               
                 Hath
                 caught
                 in
                 a
                 strong
                 net
                 .
                 But
                 more
                 they
                 strive
              
               
                 The
                 more
                 they
                 kindle
                 that
                 tormenting
                 ill
                 .
              
               
                 Woe
                 's
                 me
                 !
                 in
                 what
                 great
                 miserie
                 they
                 live
                 !
              
               
                 Yet
                 wote
                 I
                 not
                 what
                 may
                 these
                 wretched
                 thralls
                 relieve
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 42
              
               
                 The
                 safest
                 way
                 for
                 us
                 that
                 still
                 survive
              
               
                 Is
                 this
                 ,
                 even
                 our
                 own
                 lust
                 to
                 mortifie
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 Gods
                 own
                 Will
                 will
                 certainly
                 revive
              
               
                 Thus
                 shall
                 we
                 gain
                 a
                 perfect
                 libertie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 everlasting
                 life
                 .
                 But
                 if
                 so
                 be
              
               
                 We
                 seek
                 our selves
                 with
                 ardent
                 hot
                 desire
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 that
                 
                   Infernall
                   Night
                
                 we
                 are
                 not
                 free
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 living
                 Hell
                 will
                 kindle
                 a
                 fierce
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 uncessant
                 pains
                 our
                 vexed
                 soul
                 will
                 tire
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 43
              
               
                 Then
                 the
                 wild
                 phansie
                 from
                 its
                 horrid
                 wombe
              
               
                 Will
                 senden
                 forth
                 foul
                 shapes
                 .
                 O
                 horrid
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 Overgrown
                 toads
                 fierce
                 serpents
                 thence
                 will
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Red-scaled
                 Dragons
                 with
                 deep
                 burning
                 light
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 hollow
                 eye-pits
                 :
                 With
                 these
                 she
                 must
                 fight
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 thinks
                 her self
                 ill
                 wounded
                 ,
                 sorely
                 stung
                 .
              
               
                 Old
                 fulsome
                 hags
                 with
                 scabs
                 and
                 skurf
                 bedight
                 ,
              
               
                 Foul
                 tarry
                 spittle
                 tumbling
                 with
                 their
                 tongue
              
               
                 On
                 their
                 raw
                 lether
                 lips
                 ,
                 these
                 near
                 will
                 to
                 her
                 clung
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 44
              
               
                 And
                 lovingly
                 salute
                 against
                 her
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Closely
                 embrace
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 her
                 mad
                 with
                 wo
                 ;
              
               
                 She
                 'd
                 lever
                 thousand
                 times
                 they
                 did
                 her
                 kill
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 force
                 her
                 such
                 vile
                 basenesse
                 undergo
                 .
              
               
                 Anon
                 some
                 Giant
                 his
                 huge
                 self
                 will
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 Gaping
                 with
                 mouth
                 as
                 vast
                 as
                 any
                 cave
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 stony
                 staring
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 footing
                 slow
                 :
              
               
                 She
                 surely
                 deems
                 him
                 her
                 live-walking
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 that
                 dern
                 hollow
                 pit
                 knows
                 not
                 her self
                 to
                 save
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 45
              
               
                 After
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 tost
                 on
                 the
                 Ocean
                 main
              
               
                 A
                 boundlesse
                 sea
                 she
                 finds
                 of
                 misery
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 fiery
                 snorts
                 of
                 the
                 Leviathan
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 makes
                 the
                 boyling
                 waves
                 before
                 him
                 fly
                 )
              
               
                 She
                 hears
                 ,
                 she
                 sees
                 his
                 blazing
                 morn-bright
                 eye
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 here
                 she
                 scape
                 ,
                 deep
                 gulfs
                 and
                 threatning
                 rocks
              
               
                 Her
                 frighted
                 self
                 do
                 straightway
                 terrifie
                 ;
              
               
                 Steel-coloured
                 clouds
                 with
                 rattling
                 thunder
                 knocks
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 she
                 is
                 amaz'd
                 ,
                 and
                 thousand
                 such
                 like
                 mocks
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 46
              
               
                 All
                 which
                 afflict
                 her
                 even
                 like
                 perfect
                 sense
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 waxen
                 mad
                 with
                 her
                 sore
                 searching
                 pain
              
               
                 She
                 cannot
                 easly
                 find
                 the
                 difference
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 toils
                 and
                 tears
                 and
                 tugs
                 ,
                 〈◊〉
                 all
                 in
                 vain
                 ;
              
               
                 Her self
                 from
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 she
                 cannot
                 strain
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Nocturnall
                   life
                
                 hath
                 now
                 let
                 ope
                 th'
                 idee
              
               
                 Of
                 innate
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 fulsome
                 vein
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 is
                 fill'd
                 with
                 all
                 deformity
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Night
                 doth
                 stirre
                 her
                 up
                 to
                 this
                 dread
                 energie
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 47
              
               
                 But
                 here
                 some
                 man
                 more
                 curious
                 then
                 wise
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 will
                 ask
                 ,
                 where
                 Night
                 or
                 Hell
                 may
                 be
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 by
                 his
                 own
                 self
                 cannot
                 devise
                 ,
              
               
                 Sith
                 chearfull
                 light
                 doth
                 fill
                 the
                 open
                 sky
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 's
                 the
                 earth
                 to
                 the
                 souls
                 subtilty
                 ?
              
               
                 Such
                 men
                 I
                 'd
                 carry
                 to
                 some
                 standing
                 pool
                 ,
              
               
                 Down
                 to
                 the
                 water
                 bid
                 them
                 bend
                 their
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 then
                 shall
                 see
                 the
                 earth
                 possest
                 and
                 full
              
               
                 Of
                 heaven
                 ,
                 dight
                 with
                 the
                 sunne
                 ,
                 or
                 starres
                 that
                 there
                 do
                 roll
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 48
              
               
                 Or
                 to
                 an
                 hill
                 where
                 's
                 some
                 deep
                 hollow
                 cave
              
               
                 Dreadfull
                 for
                 darknesse
                 ;
                 let
                 them
                 take
                 a
                 glasse
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 to
                 the
                 pitchie
                 hole
                 they
                 turned
                 have
              
               
                 Their
                 instrument
                 ,
                 that
                 darknesse
                 will
                 find
                 place
              
               
                 Even
                 in
                 the
                 open
                 sunne-beams
                 ,
                 at
                 a
                 space
              
               
                 Which
                 measures
                 twice
                 the
                 glasses
                 distancy
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 caves
                 mouth
                 .
                 This
                 well
                 discovered
                 has
              
               
                 How
                 Hell
                 and
                 Heaven
                 may
                 both
                 together
                 lie
                 ,
              
               
                 Sith
                 darknesse
                 safely
                 raies
                 even
                 in
                 the
                 sunnie
                 skie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 49
              
               
                 But
                 cease
                 ,
                 my
                 restlesse
                 Muse
                 ,
                 be
                 not
                 so
                 free
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 chiefest
                 end
                 thou
                 hadst
                 accomplished
              
               
                 Long
                 since
                 ,
                 shak'd
                 of
                 the
                 Psychopannychie
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 rouz'd
                 the
                 soul
                 from
                 her
                 dull
                 drousiehead
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 nothing
                 now
                 in
                 death
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 dred
              
               
                 Of
                 him
                 that
                 wakes
                 to
                 truth
                 and
                 righteousnesse
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 bulk
                 lies
                 here
                 ,
                 the
                 soul
                 aloft
                 is
                 fled
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 fount
                 of
                 perfect
                 happinesse
                 .
              
               
                 Full
                 freedome
                 ,
                 joy
                 ,
                 and
                 peace
                 she
                 lively
                 doth
                 possesse
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 
                   The
                   Argument
                   of
                
                 ANTIMONOPS
                 YC
                 HIA.
                 
              
               
                 
                   The
                   all-devouring
                   Unity
                
                 
                   Of
                   souls
                   I
                   here
                   disprove
                   ;
                
                 
                   Show
                   how
                   they
                   bear
                   their
                   memory
                
                 
                   With
                   them
                   when
                   they
                   remove
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 1
              
               
                 WHo
                 yields
                 himself
                 to
                 learning
                 and
                 the
                 Muse
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 like
                 a
                 man
                 that
                 leaves
                 the
                 steddy
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 skims
                 the
                 sea
                 .
                 He
                 nought
                 then
                 can
                 refuse
              
               
                 What
                 ever
                 is
                 design'd
                 by
                 Neptunes
                 power
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 fiercely
                 drove
                 in
                 every
                 stormy
                 stoure
                 ,
              
               
                 Slave
                 to
                 the
                 water
                 and
                 the
                 whisling
                 wind
                 :
              
               
                 Even
                 so
                 am
                 I
                 ,
                 that
                 whylom
                 meant
                 recover
              
               
                 The
                 wished
                 land
                 ,
                 but
                 now
                 against
                 my
                 mind
              
               
                 Am
                 driven
                 fiercely
                 back
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 new
                 work
                 do
                 find
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 2
              
               
                 What
                 though
                 the
                 Rationall
                 soul
                 immortall
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 safely
                 doth
                 exist
                 this
                 bulk
                 being
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 existing
                 hath
                 full
                 energie
              
               
                 Perfectly
                 wake
                 ,
                 if
                 all
                 souls
                 be
                 but
                 one
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 ,
                 though
                 a
                 number
                 ,
                 if
                 oblivion
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 things
                 past
                 ,
                 put
                 them
                 in
                 such
                 a
                 state
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 can
                 no-wise
                 guesse
                 that
                 ere
                 upon
              
               
                 This
                 earth
                 they
                 trode
                 ,
                 even
                 this
                 seems
                 to
                 abate
              
               
                 Their
                 happinesse
                 .
                 They
                 'll
                 deem
                 themselves
                 then
                 first
                 create
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 3
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 to
                 ease
                 us
                 of
                 this
                 double
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 mighty
                 force
                 great
                 Phoebus
                 doth
                 inspire
              
               
                 My
                 raving
                 mind
                 .
                 He
                 'll
                 bear
                 me
                 strongly
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 I
                 have
                 perfected
                 his
                 own
                 desire
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 will
                 he
                 suffer
                 me
                 once
                 to
                 respire
              
               
                 Till
                 I
                 have
                 brought
                 this
                 song
                 unto
                 an
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 may
                 it
                 be
                 but
                 short
                 though
                 a
                 quick
                 fire
                 !
              
               
                 Such
                 rage
                 and
                 rapture
                 makes
                 the
                 body
                 bend
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 waste
                 its
                 fading
                 strength
                 and
                 fainting
                 spirits
                 spend
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 4
              
               
                 Now
                 comes
                 the
                 story
                 of
                 Praxitele
                 :
              
               
                 Into
                 my
                 mind
                 ,
                 whom
                 looking
                 in
                 a
                 glasse
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 surly
                 countenance
                 ,
                 it
                 did
                 much
                 displease
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 any
                 should
                 so
                 sourely
                 him
                 outface
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 whom
                 he
                 saw
                 his
                 dogged
                 self
                 it
                 was
                 :
              
               
                 Tho
                 he
                 with
                 angry
                 fist
                 struck
                 his
                 own
                 shade
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 he
                 the
                 harmlesse
                 miroir
                 shattered
                 has
              
               
                 To
                 many
                 shivers
                 ;
                 the
                 same
                 shapes
                 invade
              
               
                 Each
                 piece
                 ,
                 so
                 he
                 a
                 many
                 surly
                 sad
                 faces
                 made
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 5
              
               
                 These
                 shapes
                 appeard
                 from
                 the
                 division
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 broke
                 glasse
                 :
                 so
                 rasher
                 phansies
                 deem
              
               
                 The
                 Rationall
                 soul
                 (
                 whom
                 they
                 suppose
                 but
                 one
                 )
              
               
                 By
                 the
                 divided
                 matter
                 many
                 to
                 seem
                 :
              
               
                 Disjoined
                 bulks
                 broke
                 glasses
                 they
                 esteem
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 if
                 they
                 did
                 into
                 one
                 substance
                 flow
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 single
                 soul
                 in
                 that
                 one
                 glasse
                 would
                 sheen
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 that
                 one
                 substance
                 also
                 were
                 ygo
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 onely
                 soul
                 is
                 left
                 ,
                 the
                 rest
                 were
                 but
                 a
                 show
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 6
              
               
                 Well
                 is
                 their
                 mind
                 by
                 this
                 similitude
              
               
                 Explaind
                 .
                 But
                 now
                 le
                 ts
                 sift
                 the
                 verity
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 opinion
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 reason
                 rude
              
               
                 Rub
                 ,
                 crush
                 ,
                 touze
                 ,
                 rifle
                 this
                 fine
                 phantasie
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 light
                 and
                 thin
                 as
                 cob-webs
                 that
                 do
                 fly
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 blew
                 aire
                 ,
                 caus'd
                 by
                 th'
                 Antumnall
                 sun
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 boils
                 the
                 dew
                 that
                 on
                 the
                 earth
                 doth
                 lie
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 seem
                 this
                 whitish
                 rag
                 then
                 is
                 the
                 scum
                 ,
              
               
                 Unlesse
                 that
                 wiser
                 men
                 make
                 't
                 the
                 field-spiders
                 loom
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 7
              
               
                 But
                 such
                 deep
                 secrets
                 willingly
                 I
                 leave
              
               
                 To
                 grand
                 philosophers
                 .
                 I
                 'll
                 forward
                 go
              
               
                 In
                 my
                 proposed
                 way
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 conceive
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 but
                 one
                 soul
                 (
                 though
                 many
                 seem
                 in
                 show
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 in
                 these
                 living
                 bodies
                 here
                 below
              
               
                 Doth
                 operate
                 (
                 some
                 such
                 opinion
              
               
                 That
                 Learned
                 Arab
                 held
                 hight
                 Aven-Roe
                 )
              
               
                 How
                 comes't
                 to
                 passe
                 that
                 she
                 's
                 so
                 seldome
                 known
              
               
                 In
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ?
                 In
                 few
                 she
                 thinks
                 her self
                 but
                 one
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 8
              
               
                 Seems
                 not
                 this
                 soul
                 or
                 Intellect
                 very
                 dull
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 so
                 few
                 she
                 can
                 her self
                 discover
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 but
                 one
                 in
                 all
                 ,
                 though
                 all
                 be
                 full
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 alone
                 ?
                 Besides
                 ,
                 no
                 soul
                 doth
                 love
                 her
              
               
                 Because
                 she
                 sucks
                 up
                 all
                 :
                 but
                 what
                 would
                 move
                 her
              
               
                 Thus
                 to
                 detest
                 her self
                 ,
                 if
                 one
                 she
                 be
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 mens
                 bodies
                 ?
                 right
                 reason
                 surely
                 dtove
                 her
              
               
                 Thus
                 to
                 condemne
                 this
                 lonesome
                 Unitie
              
               
                 Of
                 mind
                 or
                 soul
                 :
                 which
                 reason
                 's
                 her
                 own
                 energy
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
              
               
                 Thoughts
                 good
                 and
                 bad
                 that
                 Universall
                 mind
              
               
                 Must
                 take
                 upon
                 it self
                 ;
                 and
                 every
                 ill
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 committed
                 by
                 all
                 humane
                 kind
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 that
                 souls
                 .
                 Alas
                 ,
                 we
                 have
                 no
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 free
                 election
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 any
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 are
                 a
                 number
                 of
                 dull
                 stalking
                 trees
              
               
                 That
                 the
                 universall
                 Intellect
                 doth
                 fill
              
               
                 With
                 its
                 own
                 life
                 and
                 motion
                 :
                 what
                 it
                 please
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 it
                 acts
                 .
                 What
                 strange
                 absurdities
                 are
                 these
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 10
              
               
                 All
                 plotted
                 mischief
                 that
                 sly
                 reason
                 wrought
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 subtill
                 falsities
                 that
                 nimbly
                 fly
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 that
                 soul
                 them
                 all
                 hath
                 brought
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 upon
                 better
                 thoughts
                 with
                 penalty
              
               
                 Doth
                 sore
                 afflict
                 her self
                 ,
                 doth
                 laugh
                 and
                 cry
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 same
                 time
                 .
                 Here
                 Aristophanes
              
               
                 Doth
                 maken
                 sport
                 with
                 some
                 spruse
                 Comedie
                 ;
              
               
                 There
                 with
                 some
                 Tragick
                 strain
                 sad
                 Sophocles
              
               
                 Strikes
                 the
                 Spectatours
                 hearts
                 ,
                 makes
                 many
                 weeping
                 eyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 11
              
               
                 Such
                 grief
                 this
                 soul
                 must
                 in
                 her self
                 conceive
              
               
                 And
                 pleasure
                 at
                 one
                 time
                 .
                 But
                 here
                 you
                 'll
                 say
              
               
                 We
                 ought
                 not
                 grief
                 nor
                 pleasure
                 for
                 to
                 give
              
               
                 Unto
                 the
                 soul.
                 To
                 what
                 then
                 ?
                 This
                 live
                 clay
                 ?
              
               
                 It
                 feels
                 no
                 grief
                 if
                 she
                 were
                 gone
                 away
                 :
              
               
                 Therefore
                 the
                 soul
                 at
                 once
                 doth
                 laugh
                 and
                 cry
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 this
                 argument
                 I
                 'll
                 no
                 longer
                 stay
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 forward
                 on
                 with
                 swifter
                 course
                 will
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 finden
                 out
                 some
                 grosser
                 incongruity
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 12
              
               
                 Let
                 now
                 two
                 men
                 conceiven
                 any
                 form
              
               
                 Within
                 their selves
                 ,
                 suppose
                 of
                 flaming
                 fire
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 but
                 one
                 soul
                 doth
                 both
                 their
                 corpse
                 inform
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 but
                 one
                 onely
                 species
                 intire
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 should
                 make
                 it
                 two
                 ?
                 The
                 idee
                 of
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 but
                 one
                 ,
                 the
                 subject
                 is
                 but
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 onely
                 soul
                 that
                 all
                 men
                 doth
                 inspire
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 one
                 man
                 quench
                 that
                 form
                 he
                 thought
                 upon
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 form
                 is
                 now
                 extinct
                 and
                 utterly
                 ygone
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 13
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 the
                 other
                 man
                 can
                 think
                 no
                 longer
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 all
                 experience
                 doth
                 prove
                 untrue
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 I
                 'll
                 further
                 urge
                 with
                 reason
                 stronger
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 still
                 more
                 clearly
                 this
                 fond
                 falshood
                 shew
                 .
              
               
                 Can
                 contraries
                 the
                 same
                 subject
                 imbew
                 ?
              
               
                 Yes
                 ;
                 black
                 and
                 white
                 ,
                 heat
                 ,
                 cold
                 may
                 both
                 possesse
              
               
                 The
                 mind
                 at
                 once
                 ;
                 but
                 they
                 a
                 nature
                 new
              
               
                 Do
                 there
                 obtain
                 ,
                 they
                 're
                 not
                 grosse
                 qualities
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 subtill
                 sprights
                 that
                 mutually
                 themselves
                 no●…e
                 presse
                 :
              
            
             
               
                 14
              
               
                 But
                 contradiction
                 ,
                 can
                 that
                 have
                 place
              
               
                 In
                 any
                 soul
                 ?
                 Plato
                 affirms
                 Idees
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 Aristotle
                 with
                 his
                 pugnacious
                 race
              
               
                 As
                 idle
                 figments
                 stifly
                 them
                 denies
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 soul
                 in
                 both
                 doth
                 thus
                 philosophise
                 ,
              
               
                 Concludes
                 at
                 once
                 contradictoriously
              
               
                 To
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 .
                 What
                 man
                 can
                 here
                 devise
              
               
                 A
                 fit
                 escape
                 ,
                 if
                 (
                 what
                 's
                 sure
                 verity
                 )
              
               
                 He
                 do
                 but
                 grant
                 the
                 souls
                 indivisibility
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 15
              
               
                 Which
                 stifly
                 is
                 maintaind
                 in
                 that
                 same
                 song
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 ycleeped
                 Psychathanasie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 safely
                 well
                 confirmd
                 by
                 reasons
                 strong
                 :
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 I
                 list
                 not
                 here
                 that
                 truth
                 to
                 trie
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 wish
                 the
                 Reader
                 to
                 turn
                 back
                 his
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 view
                 what
                 there
                 was
                 faithfully
                 displaid
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 if
                 there
                 be
                 but
                 one
                 centrality
              
               
                 Of
                 th'
                 Universall
                 soul
                 which
                 doth
                 invade
              
               
                 All
                 humane
                 shapes
                 ;
                 how
                 come
                 these
                 contradictions
                 made
                 ?
              
            
             
               
               
                 16
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 one
                 soul
                 is
                 judge
                 of
                 every
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 heareth
                 all
                 Philosophers
                 dispute
                 ;
              
               
                 It self
                 disputes
                 in
                 all
                 that
                 jangling
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 reasoning
                 fiercely
                 doth
                 it self
                 confute
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 contradictions
                 confidently
                 conclude
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 so
                 monstrous
                 that
                 no
                 man
                 can
                 think
              
               
                 To
                 have
                 least
                 shew
                 of
                 truth
                 .
                 So
                 this
                 pursuit
              
               
                 I
                 well
                 might
                 now
                 leave
                 off
                 :
                 what
                 need
                 I
                 swink
              
               
                 To
                 prove
                 what
                 's
                 clearly
                 true
                 ,
                 and
                 force
                 out
                 needlesse
                 ink
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 17
              
               
                 Again
                 ,
                 she
                 would
                 the
                 same
                 thing
                 will
                 and
                 nill
              
               
                 At
                 the
                 same
                 time
                 .
                 Besides
                 ,
                 all
                 men
                 would
                 have
              
               
                 The
                 self-same
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 art
                 ,
                 experience
                 ,
                 skill
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 frugall
                 parent
                 might
                 his
                 money
                 save
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Pedagoge
                 his
                 pains
                 :
                 If
                 he
                 engrave
              
               
                 His
                 Grammer
                 precepts
                 but
                 in
                 one
                 boyes
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 decent
                 manners
                 :
                 He
                 doth
                 thus
                 embrave
              
               
                 VVith
                 single
                 labour
                 all
                 the
                 youth
                 you
                 'll
                 find
              
               
                 Under
                 the
                 hollow
                 heavens
                 ,
                 they
                 'll
                 be
                 alike
                 enclin'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 18
              
               
                 And
                 every
                 man
                 is
                 skill'd
                 in
                 every
                 trade
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 every
                 silent
                 thought
                 that
                 up
                 doth
                 spring
              
               
                 In
                 one
                 mans
                 breast
                 ,
                 doth
                 every
                 man
                 invade
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 counsel-keeper
                 ,
                 nor
                 no
                 secret
                 thing
              
               
                 VVill
                 then
                 be
                 found
                 ;
                 They
                 'll
                 need
                 no
                 whispering
              
               
                 Nor
                 louder
                 voice
                 .
                 Let
                 Orators
                 be
                 dumb
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 need
                 the
                 eager
                 auditours
                 make
                 a
                 ring
                 ;
              
               
                 Though
                 every
                 one
                 keep
                 himself
                 close
                 at
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 silent
                 Preachers
                 thoughts
                 through
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 will
                 roam
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 19
              
               
                 Find
                 each
                 man
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 hit
              
               
                 VVith
                 unavoyded
                 force
                 :
                 Or
                 sooth
                 to
                 sain
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 begin
                 at
                 once
                 to
                 think
                 what
                 's
                 sit
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 anon
                 leave
                 off
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 thousand
                 such
                 incongruities
                 vain
              
               
                 VVill
                 follow
                 from
                 that
                 first
                 absurdity
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhich
                 doth
                 all
                 souls
                 into
                 one
                 centre
                 strain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 them
                 void
                 of
                 self-centrality
                 .
              
               
                 Strange
                 soul
                 from
                 whence
                 first
                 sprong
                 so
                 uncouth
                 falsity
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 20
              
               
                 Now
                 all
                 the
                 arguments
                 that
                 I
                 have
                 brought
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 disprove
                 the
                 souls
                 strange
                 solitude
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 is
                 not
                 one
                 onely
                 soul
                 ,
                 well
                 mought
              
               
                 Be
                 urg'd
                 (
                 and
                 will
                 with
                 equall
                 strength
                 conclude
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 prove
                 that
                 God
                 his
                 creature
                 hath
                 indewd
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 
                   self
                   centrall
                
                 essence
                 ,
                 which
                 from
                 his
              
               
                 Doth
                 issue
                 forth
                 ,
                 with
                 proper
                 rayes
                 embewd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 not
                 all
                 the
                 very
                 Godhead
                 is
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 would
                 straight
                 beget
                 the
                 like
                 absurdities
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 21
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 is
                 indivisibly
                 one
                 being
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 once
                 in
                 every
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 knoweth
                 all
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 omnipotent
                 ,
                 infinite
                 in
                 seeing
                 :
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 if
                 Creatures
                 intellectuall
              
               
                 (
                 And
                 in
                 that
                 order
                 humane
                 souls
                 will
                 fall
                 )
              
               
                 Were
                 God
                 himself
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 be
                 alike
                 wise
                 ,
              
               
                 Know
                 one
                 anothers
                 thoughts
                 imaginall
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 no
                 man
                 doth
                 :
                 such
                 falshoods
                 would
                 arise
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 more
                 ,
                 which
                 any
                 idiot
                 might
                 well
                 despise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 22
              
               
                 Nor
                 will
                 mens
                 souls
                 that
                 now
                 be
                 different
              
               
                 Be
                 God
                 himself
                 hereafter
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 one
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 thus
                 they
                 were
                 quite
                 lost
                 ;
                 their
                 life
                 ylent
              
               
                 And
                 subtill
                 being
                 quite
                 away
                 are
                 flone
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 perfect
                 contradiction
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 all
                 one
                 with
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 they
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 be
                 one
                 with
                 God
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 alone
              
               
                 Did
                 make
                 themselves
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 rolling
                 starre
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 God
                 alone
                 made
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 God
                 himself
                 they
                 are
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 23
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 Sunne
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 host
                 of
                 heaven
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 ,
                 the
                 sea
                 ,
                 and
                 mans
                 deep
                 centrall
                 spright
                 ;
              
               
                 Before
                 all
                 these
                 were
                 made
                 ,
                 was
                 not
                 God
                 even
              
               
                 With
                 his
                 own
                 self
                 ?
                 what
                 then
                 him
                 moven
                 might
              
               
                 To
                 waste
                 his
                 words
                 and
                 say
                 ,
                 Let
                 there
                 be
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 all
                 things
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 be
                 God
                 himself
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 not
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 perfection
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 energie
              
               
                 There
                 will
                 be
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 at
                 the
                 former
                 nullity
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 24
              
               
                 Or
                 will
                 you
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 God
                 himself
                 delights
              
               
                 To
                 do
                 and
                 undo
                 ?
                 But
                 how
                 can
                 this
                 stand
              
               
                 With
                 self-sufficiency
                 ?
                 There
                 's
                 nought
                 that
                 might
              
               
                 Adde
                 to
                 his
                 happinesse
                 (
                 if
                 I
                 understand
              
               
                 His
                 Nature
                 right
                 .
                 )
                 But
                 he
                 with
                 open
                 hand
              
               
                 Doth
                 easly
                 feed
                 the
                 Creature
                 that
                 he
                 made
              
               
                 As
                 easly
                 .
                 Wherefore
                 if
                 the
                 truth
                 be
                 scand
              
               
                 This
                 Goodnesse
                 would
                 that
                 nought
                 should
                 be
                 decay'd
                 ;
              
               
                 His
                 mind
                 is
                 all
                 should
                 live
                 ;
                 no
                 life
                 he
                 would
                 should
                 fade
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 25
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 the
                 finall
                 consummation
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 things
                 make
                 the
                 Creature
                 Deiform
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Plato's
                 school
                 doth
                 phrase
                 it
                 ;
                 there
                 is
                 none
              
               
                 That
                 thence
                 need
                 fear
                 to
                 come
                 to
                 any
                 harm
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 God
                 himself
                 will
                 then
                 inact
                 ,
                 inform
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 quicken
                 humane
                 souls
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 day
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 the
                 devill
                 rore
                 ,
                 and
                 rage
                 ,
                 and
                 storm
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 deaths
                 drad
                 power
                 shall
                 be
                 done
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 living
                 Night
                 on
                 men
                 its
                 poysonous
                 beams
                 shall
                 ray
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 26
              
               
                 He
                 hasten
                 it
                 that
                 makes
                 that
                 glorious
                 day
                 !
              
               
                 For
                 certainly
                 it
                 is
                 no
                 fearfull
                 thing
              
               
                 But
                 unto
                 pride
                 ,
                 and
                 love
                 of
                 this
                 base
                 clay
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 their
                 destruction
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 perfecting
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 just
                 souls
                 .
                 It
                 unto
                 them
                 doth
                 bring
              
               
                 Their
                 full
                 desire
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 more
                 close
                 unite
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 utter
                 cleans'd
                 from
                 all
                 their
                 sin
                 .
              
               
                 Long
                 was
                 the
                 world
                 involv'd
                 in
                 cloudy
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 will
                 shine
                 the
                 perfect
                 Christian
                 light
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 27
              
               
                 Thus
                 the
                 souls
                 numerous
                 plurality
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 prov'd
                 ,
                 and
                 shew'd
                 she
                 is
                 not
                 very
                 God
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 yet
                 a
                 decent
                 Deiformity
              
               
                 Have
                 given
                 her
                 :
                 thus
                 in
                 the
                 middle
                 trod
              
               
                 I
                 safely
                 went
                 ,
                 and
                 fairly
                 well
                 have
                 row'd
              
               
                 As
                 yet
                 .
                 Part
                 of
                 my
                 voyage
                 is
                 to
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 to
                 prove
                 that
                 the
                 souls
                 new
                 aboad
              
               
                 In
                 heaven
                 or
                 hell
                 (
                 what
                 ever
                 is
                 her
                 doom
                 )
              
               
                 Nought
                 hinders
                 but
                 past
                 forms
                 even
                 there
                 again
                 may
                 bloom
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 28
              
               
                 Which
                 if
                 they
                 did
                 not
                 ,
                 she
                 could
                 never
                 tell
              
               
                 Why
                 she
                 were
                 thus
                 rewarded
                 ,
                 wherefore
                 ●…ll
              
               
                 Or
                 good
                 she
                 doth
                 enjoy
                 ,
                 whether
                 ill
                 or
                 well
              
               
                 She
                 lived
                 here
                 .
                 Remembrance
                 death
                 did
                 spill
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 otherwise
                 it
                 fares
                 ;
                 as
                 was
                 her
                 will
              
               
                 And
                 inclination
                 of
                 her
                 thirsty
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Impressions
                 of
                 like
                 nature
                 then
                 doth
                 fill
              
               
                 Her
                 lively
                 mind
                 ,
                 whether
                 with
                 sad
                 affright
              
               
                 Disturb'd
                 ,
                 which
                 she
                 long
                 feard
                 ;
                 or
                 in
                 hop'd-for
                 delight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 29
              
               
                 The
                 life
                 that
                 here
                 most
                 strongly
                 kindled
                 was
              
               
                 (
                 Sith
                 she
                 awakes
                 in
                 death
                 )
                 must
                 needs
                 betray
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 to
                 what
                 nearest
                 affinity
                 has
              
               
                 With
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 ;
                 and
                 likenesses
                 do
                 sway
              
               
                 The
                 mind
                 to
                 think
                 of
                 what
                 ever
                 did
                 play
              
               
                 In
                 her
                 own
                 self
                 with
                 a
                 like
                 shape
                 or
                 form
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 contraries
                 do
                 help
                 the
                 memory
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 if
                 the
                 soul
                 be
                 left
                 in
                 case
                 forlorn
                 ,
              
               
                 Remembrance
                 of
                 past
                 joy
                 makes
                 her
                 more
                 deeply
                 mourn
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 30
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 also
                 worth
                 our
                 observation
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 higher
                 life
                 doth
                 ever
                 comprehend
              
               
                 The
                 lower
                 energie
                 :
                 sensation
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 some
                 fitten
                 hint
                 doth
                 promptly
                 lend
              
               
                 To
                 find
                 out
                 plantall
                 life
                 ;
                 sense
                 is
                 retaind
              
               
                 In
                 subtiller
                 manner
                 in
                 the
                 phantasie
                 ;
              
               
                 Al
                 's
                 reason
                 phantasies
                 doth
                 well
                 perpend
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 must
                 the
                 highest
                 of
                 all
                 vitality
              
               
                 Contain
                 all
                 under
                 life
                 .
                 Thus
                 is
                 there
                 Memory
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 31
              
               
                 This
                 faculty
                 is
                 very
                 intimate
              
               
                 And
                 near
                 the
                 Centre
                 ,
                 very
                 large
                 and
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Extends
                 it self
                 to
                 whatsoever
                 that
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 peracts
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 subtilty
              
               
                 Of
                 Intellect
                 ,
                 of
                 Will
                 ,
                 no
                 energy
              
               
                 Of
                 Sense
                 ,
                 nor
                 uncouth
                 strange
                 impression
              
               
                 From
                 damned
                 Night
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 blest
                 Deity
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 of
                 all
                 these
                 she
                 hath
                 retention
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 their
                 former
                 being
                 makes
                 a
                 prompt
                 agnition
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 32
              
               
                 This
                 memorie
                 the
                 very
                 bond
                 of
                 life
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 well
                 deem
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 were
                 cut
                 away
              
               
                 Our
                 being
                 truly
                 then
                 you
                 might
                 contrive
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 point
                 of
                 time
                 .
                 The
                 former
                 day
              
               
                 Were
                 nought
                 at
                 all
                 to
                 us
                 :
                 when
                 once
                 we
                 lay
              
               
                 Our selves
                 to
                 sleep
                 ,
                 we
                 should
                 not
                 know
                 at
                 morn
              
               
                 That
                 e're
                 we
                 were
                 before
                 ;
                 nor
                 could
                 we
                 say
              
               
                 A
                 whit
                 of
                 sense
                 :
                 so
                 soon
                 as
                 off
                 we
                 turn
              
               
                 One
                 word
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 quite
                 forgot
                 .
                 Coherence
                 thus
                 is
                 torn
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 33
              
               
                 Now
                 sith
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 such
                 necessitie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 the
                 bundle
                 of
                 the
                 souls
                 duration
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 watchman
                 of
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 lest
                 it
                 should
                 flie
              
               
                 Or
                 steal
                 from
                 its
                 own
                 self
                 ,
                 a
                 sure
                 fixation
              
               
                 And
                 Centrall
                 depth
                 it
                 hath
                 ,
                 and
                 free
                 dilation
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 takes
                 notice
                 of
                 each
                 energie
              
               
                 Of
                 intellect
                 ,
                 sense
                 ,
                 or
                 imagination
                 :
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 this
                 virtue
                 no
                 dependencie
              
               
                 Hath
                 of
                 this
                 body
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 safe
                 when
                 it
                 doth
                 die
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 34
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 dispersed
                 lifes
                 collection
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 our
                 memorie
                 ,
                 safely
                 survive
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 well
                 it
                 may
                 ,
                 sith
                 it
                 depends
                 not
                 on
              
               
                 The
                 Mundane
                 spirit
                 )
                 what
                 can
                 fitly
                 drive
              
               
                 It
                 into
                 action
                 ?
                 In
                 heaven
                 it
                 doth
                 live
              
               
                 So
                 full
                 of
                 one
                 great
                 light
                 ,
                 it
                 hath
                 no
                 time
              
               
                 To
                 such
                 low
                 trifles
                 ,
                 as
                 past
                 sights
                 ,
                 to
                 dive
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 she
                 gathered
                 up
                 in
                 earthly
                 slime
                 :
              
               
                 Foreknowledge
                 of
                 herself
                 is
                 lost
                 in
                 light
                 divine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 35
              
               
                 But
                 can
                 she
                 here
                 forget
                 our
                 radiant
                 Sunne
                 ?
              
               
                 Of
                 which
                 its
                 maker
                 is
                 the
                 bright
                 idee
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 her
                 shadow
                 ;
                 or
                 what
                 she
                 hath
                 done
              
               
                 Now
                 she
                 's
                 rewarded
                 with
                 the
                 Deitie
                 ?
              
               
                 Suppose
                 it
                 :
                 Yet
                 her
                 lifes
                 Centralitie
              
               
                 So
                 sprightly's
                 quickned
                 with
                 near
                 Union
              
               
                 With
                 God
                 ,
                 that
                 now
                 wish'd-for
                 vitalitie
              
               
                 Is
                 so
                 encreas'd
                 ,
                 that
                 infinitely
                 sh'
                 has
                 fun
              
               
                 Herself
                 ,
                 her
                 deep'st
                 desire
                 unspeakably
                 hath
                 wonne
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 36
              
               
                 And
                 deep
                 desire
                 is
                 the
                 deepest
                 act
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 most
                 profound
                 and
                 centrall
                 energie
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 very
                 selfnesse
                 of
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 which
                 backt
              
               
                 With
                 piercing
                 might
                 ,
                 she
                 breaks
                 out
                 ,
                 forth
                 doth
                 flie
              
               
                 From
                 dark
                 contracting
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 descrie
              
               
                 Herself
                 unto
                 herself
                 ;
                 so
                 thus
                 unfold
              
               
                 That
                 actuall
                 life
                 she
                 straightwayes
                 saith
                 ,
                 is
                 I.
              
               
                 Thus
                 while
                 she
                 were
                 in
                 this
                 live
                 bulk
                 infold
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 low
                 life
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 herself
                 oft
                 tales
                 she
                 ●…old
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 37
              
               
                 In
                 dangerous
                 sicknesse
                 often
                 saith
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 nought
                 doth
                 die
                 but
                 the
                 low
                 plantall
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 falls
                 asleep
                 :
                 and
                 while
                 Nature
                 ●…oth
                 tie
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 unto
                 the
                 body
                 ;
                 she
                 nere
                 can
              
               
                 Avoid
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 must
                 feel
                 the
                 self-same
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 decay
                 ,
                 if
                 hereto
                 she
                 her
                 mind
              
               
                 Do
                 bend
                 .
                 When
                 stupid
                 cold
                 her
                 corse
                 ●…reran
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 felt
                 that
                 cold
                 ;
                 but
                 when
                 death
                 quite
                 doth
                 bind
              
               
                 The
                 sense
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 herself
                 doth
                 dead
                 and
                 senselesse
                 find
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 38
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 at
                 least
                 just
                 at
                 the
                 enterance
              
               
                 Of
                 death
                 she
                 feels
                 that
                 slie
                 privation
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 now
                 it
                 spreads
                 ore
                 all
                 :
                 so
                 living
                 sense
              
               
                 Perceives
                 how
                 sleep
                 creeps
                 on
                 ,
                 till
                 quite
                 o'recome
              
               
                 With
                 drousinesse
                 ,
                 animadversion
              
               
                 Doth
                 cease
                 :
                 but
                 (
                 lower
                 sense
                 then
                 fast
                 ybound
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 soul
                 bestoweth
                 her
                 adversion
              
               
                 On
                 something
                 else
                 :
                 So
                 oft
                 strange
                 things
                 hath
                 found
              
               
                 In
                 sleep
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 dull
                 carcase
                 while
                 she
                 was
                 unbound
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 39
              
               
                 So
                 though
                 the
                 soul
                 ,
                 the
                 time
                 she
                 doth
                 advert
              
               
                 The
                 bodies
                 passions
                 takes
                 her self
                 to
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 death
                 now
                 finish'd
                 ,
                 she
                 can
                 well
                 convert
              
               
                 Herself
                 to
                 other
                 thoughts
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 eye
              
               
                 Of
                 her
                 adversion
                 were
                 fast
                 sixt
                 on
                 high
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 midst
                 of
                 death
                 't
                 were
                 no
                 more
                 fear
                 or
                 pain
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 't
                 was
                 unto
                 Elias
                 to
                 let
                 flie
              
               
                 His
                 uselesse
                 mantle
                 to
                 that
                 Hebrew
                 Swain
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 he
                 rode
                 up
                 to
                 heaven
                 in
                 a
                 bright
                 fierie
                 wain
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 40
              
               
                 Thus
                 naved
                 stoutly
                 rescued
                 the
                 soul
              
               
                 From
                 centrall
                 death
                 or
                 pure
                 mortalitie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 listlesse
                 flouds
                 of
                 Lethe
                 dull
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 swallow
                 of
                 drad
                 Unitie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 an
                 all-consuming
                 Deitie
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 now
                 remains
                 ,
                 but
                 since
                 we
                 are
                 so
                 sure
              
               
                 Of
                 endlesse
                 life
                 ,
                 that
                 to
                 true
                 pietie
              
               
                 We
                 give
                 our
                 minds
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 our
                 conscience
                 pure
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 living
                 Night
                 in
                 bitter
                 darknesse
                 us
                 inmure
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               Paraphrasticall
               Interpretation
               of
               the
               answer
               of
               Apollo
               ,
               when
               he
               was
               consulted
               by
               Amelius
               whither
               Plotinus
               soul
               went
               when
               he
               departed
               this
               life
               .
            
             
               
                 I
                 Tune
                 my
                 strings
                 to
                 sing
                 some
                 sacred
                 verse
              
               
                 Of
                 my
                 dear
                 friend
                 ;
                 in
                 an
                 immortall
                 strein
              
               
                 His
                 mighty
                 praise
                 I
                 loudly
                 will
                 reherse
              
               
                 With
                 hony-dewed
                 words
                 :
                 some
                 golden
                 vein
              
               
                 The
                 strucken
                 chords
                 right
                 sweetly
                 shall
                 resound
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 ,
                 blessed
                 Muses
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 with
                 one
                 joint
                 noise
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 strong
                 impulse
                 ,
                 and
                 full
                 harmonious
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Speak
                 out
                 his
                 excellent
                 worth
                 .
                 Advance
                 your
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 once
                 you
                 did
                 for
                 great
                 Aeacides
                 ,
              
               
                 Wrapt
                 with
                 an
                 heavenly
                 rage
                 ,
                 in
                 decent
                 dance
                 ,
              
               
                 Mov'd
                 at
                 the
                 measures
                 of
                 Meonides
                 .
              
               
                 Go
                 to
                 ,
                 you
                 holy
                 quire
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 all
                 at
                 once
              
               
                 Begin
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 hold
                 up
                 the
                 song
                 .
              
               
                 Into
                 one
                 heavenly
                 harmonie
                 conspire
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 Phoebus
                 with
                 my
                 lovely
                 locks
                 y●…ong
              
               
                 The
                 midst
                 of
                 you
                 shall
                 sit
                 ,
                 and
                 life
                 inspire
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Divine
                 Plotinus
                 !
                 yet
                 now
                 more
                 divine
              
               
                 Then
                 when
                 thy
                 noble
                 soul
                 so
                 stoutly
                 strove
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 dark
                 prison
                 ,
                 where
                 strong
                 chains
                 confine
                 ,
              
               
                 Keep
                 down
                 the
                 active
                 mind
                 it
                 cannot
                 move
              
               
                 To
                 what
                 it
                 loveth
                 most
                 .
                 Those
                 fleshly
                 bands
              
               
                 Thou
                 now
                 hast
                 loos'd
                 ,
                 broke
                 from
                 Necessitie
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 bodies
                 storms
                 ,
                 and
                 frothie
                 working
                 sands
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 low
                 restlesse
                 life
                 now
                 setten
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 feet
                 do
                 safely
                 stand
                 upon
                 a
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 foaming
                 waves
                 beat
                 not
                 in
                 swelling
                 rage
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 angry
                 seas
                 do
                 threat
                 with
                 fell
                 uprore
                 ;
              
               
                 Well
                 hast
                 thou
                 swommen
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 left
                 that
                 stage
              
               
                 Of
                 wicked
                 Actours
                 ,
                 that
                 tumultuous
                 rout
              
               
                 Of
                 ignorant
                 men
                 .
                 Now
                 thy
                 pure
                 steps
                 thou
                 stay'st
              
               
                 In
                 that
                 high
                 path
                 ,
                 where
                 Gods
                 light
                 shines
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 perfect
                 Right
                 its
                 beauteous
                 beams
                 displayes
                 .
              
               
               
                 How
                 oft
                 ,
                 when
                 bitter
                 wave
                 of
                 troubled
                 flesh
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whirl-pool-turnings
                 of
                 the
                 lower
                 spright
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 stoutly
                 strov'st
                 with
                 ,
                 heaven
                 did
                 thee
                 refresh
                 ,
              
               
                 Held
                 out
                 a
                 mark
                 to
                 guide
                 thy
                 wandring
                 flight
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 thou
                 in
                 tumbling
                 seas
                 didst
                 strongly
                 toyl
              
               
                 To
                 reach
                 the
                 steddie
                 Land
                 ,
                 struckst
                 with
                 thy
                 arms
              
               
                 The
                 deafing
                 surges
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 rage
                 do
                 boyl
                 ;
              
               
                 Stear'd
                 by
                 that
                 signe
                 thou
                 shunn'st
                 those
                 common
                 harms
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 oft
                 ,
                 when
                 rasher
                 cast
                 of
                 thy
                 souls
                 eye
              
               
                 Had
                 thee
                 misguided
                 into
                 crooked
                 wayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Wast
                 thou
                 directed
                 by
                 the
                 Deitie
                 ?
              
               
                 They
                 held
                 out
                 to
                 thee
                 their
                 bright
                 lamping
                 rayes
                 :
              
               
                 Dispers'd
                 the
                 mistie
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 safely
                 set
              
               
                 Thy
                 feeble
                 feet
                 in
                 the
                 right
                 path
                 again
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 easie
                 sleep
                 so
                 closely
                 ere
                 beset
              
               
                 Thy
                 eyelids
                 ,
                 nor
                 did
                 dimnesse
                 ere
                 so
                 stain
              
               
                 Thy
                 radiant
                 sight
                 ,
                 but
                 thou
                 such
                 things
                 didst
                 see
              
               
                 Even
                 in
                 that
                 tumult
                 ,
                 that
                 few
                 can
                 arrive
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 are
                 named
                 from
                 philosophie
              
               
                 To
                 that
                 high
                 pitch
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 such
                 secrets
                 dive
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 sith
                 this
                 body
                 thy
                 pure
                 soul
                 divine
              
               
                 Hath
                 left
                 ,
                 quite
                 risen
                 from
                 her
                 rotten
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 now
                 among
                 those
                 heavenly
                 wights
                 dost
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 wonne
                 this
                 glorious
                 lustre
                 doth
                 embrave
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 lovely
                 friendship
                 ,
                 mild-smiling
                 Cupid's
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 lively
                 looks
                 and
                 amorous
                 suavitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Full
                 of
                 pure
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 and
                 fresh
                 flowring
                 cheer
                 ;
              
               
                 Ambrosian
                 streams
                 sprung
                 from
                 the
                 Deitie
              
               
                 Do
                 frankly
                 flow
                 ,
                 and
                 soft
                 love-kindling
                 winds
              
               
                 Do
                 strike
                 with
                 a
                 delicious
                 sympathie
              
               
                 Those
                 tender
                 spirits
                 ,
                 and
                 sill
                 up
                 their
                 minds
              
               
                 With
                 satisfying
                 joy
                 .
                 The
                 puritie
              
               
                 Of
                 holy
                 fire
                 their
                 heart
                 doth
                 then
                 invade
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sweet
                 perswasion
                 ,
                 meek
                 tranquillitie
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 gentle-breathing
                 aire
                 ,
                 the
                 heavens
                 nought
                 sad
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 maken
                 up
                 this
                 great
                 felicitie
                 .
              
               
                 Here
                 Rhadamanthus
                 ,
                 and
                 just
                 Aeacus
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 Minos
                 wonnes
                 ,
                 with
                 those
                 that
                 liv'd
                 of
                 yore
              
               
                 I'
                 th'
                 golden
                 age
                 ;
                 here
                 Plato
                 vigorous
              
               
                 In
                 holy
                 virtue
                 ,
                 and
                 fair
                 Pythagore
                 .
              
               
               
                 These
                 been
                 the
                 goodly
                 of
                 spring
                 of
                 Great
                 Jove
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 liven
                 here
                 ,
                 and
                 whoso
                 fill'd
                 the
                 quire
              
               
                 And
                 sweet
                 assembly
                 of
                 immortall
                 Love
                 ,
              
               
                 Purging
                 their
                 spirits
                 with
                 refining
                 fire
                 ;
              
               
                 These
                 with
                 the
                 happie
                 Angels
                 live
                 in
                 blisse
                 ,
              
               
                 Full
                 fraught
                 with
                 joy
                 ,
                 and
                 lasting
                 pure
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 friendly
                 feasts
                 ,
                 and
                 life-outfetching
                 kisse
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 dear
                 Plotin
                 ,
                 what
                 smart
                 did
                 thy
                 spright
              
               
                 Indure
                 ,
                 before
                 thou
                 reach'st
                 this
                 high
                 degree
              
               
                 Of
                 happinesse
                 ?
                 what
                 agonies
                 ,
                 what
                 pains
              
               
                 Thou
                 underwent'st
                 to
                 set
                 thy
                 soul
                 so
                 free
              
               
                 From
                 baser
                 life
                 ?
                 It
                 now
                 in
                 heaven
                 remains
              
               
                 Mongst
                 the
                 pure
                 Angels
                 .
                 O
                 thrice-happy
                 wight
                 !
              
               
                 That
                 now
                 art
                 got
                 into
                 the
                 Land
                 of
                 Life
                 ,
              
               
                 Fast
                 plac'd
                 in
                 view
                 of
                 that
                 Eternall
                 Light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fitt'st
                 secure
                 from
                 the
                 foul
                 bodies
                 strife
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 now
                 ,
                 you
                 comely
                 virgins
                 ,
                 make
                 an
                 end
                 ,
              
               
                 Break
                 off
                 this
                 musick
                 ,
                 and
                 deft
                 seemly
                 Round
                 ,
              
               
                 Leave
                 off
                 your
                 dance
                 :
                 For
                 Plotin
                 my
                 dear
                 friend
              
               
                 Thus
                 much
                 I
                 meant
                 my
                 golden
                 harp
                 should
                 sound
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           The
           interpretation
           of
           the
           more
           unusuall
           names
           or
           words
           that
           occurre
           in
           the
           foregoing
           Poems
           .
        
         
           IF
           any
           man
           conceive
           I
           have
           done
           amisse
           in
           using
           such
           obscure
           words
           in
           my
           writings
           ,
           I
           answer
           ,
           That
           it
           is
           sometime
           fit
           for
           Poeticall
           pomp
           sake
           ,
           as
           in
           my
           Psychozoia
           :
           Othersome
           time
           necessitie
           requires
           it
           ,
           
             
               Propter
               egestatem
               linguae
               ,
               &
               rerum
               novitatem
               ,
            
          
           as
           Lucretius
           pleads
           for
           himself
           in
           like
           case
           .
           Again
           ,
           there
           is
           that
           significancie
           in
           some
           of
           the
           barbarous
           words
           (
           for
           the
           Greeks
           are
           Barbarians
           to
           us
           )
           that
           ,
           although
           not
           out
           of
           superstition
           ,
           yet
           upon
           due
           reason
           I
           was
           easily
           drawn
           to
           follow
           the
           Counsel
           of
           the
           Chaldee
           Oracle
           ,
           
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
          
           ,
           Not
           to
           change
           those
           barbarous
           terms
           into
           our
           English
           tongue
           .
           Lastly
           ,
           if
           I
           have
           offended
           in
           using
           such
           hard
           names
           or
           words
           ,
           I
           shall
           make
           amends
           now
           by
           interpreting
           them
           .
        
         
           
             A
          
           
             AHad
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             One
             ,
             or
             ,
             The
             One.
             The
             Platonists
             call
             the
             first
             Originall
             of
             all
             things
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             for
             these
             reasons
             :
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             or
             One
             ,
             because
             the
             multitude
             or
             pluralitie
             of
             Beings
             is
             from
             this
             One
             ,
             as
             all
             numbers
             from
             an
             unite
             :
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             or
             The
             Good
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             or
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             because
             all
             things
             are
             driven
             drawn
             or
             make
             haste
             to
             partake
             of
             it
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             
               Procl
               .
               Theolog.
               Plat.
               lib.
            
             2.
             cap
             4.
             
          
           
             Abinoam
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             
               Pater
               amoenitatis
            
             ,
             Father
             of
             delight
             .
          
           
             Autocalon
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             very
             beauty
             .
          
           
             Arachnea
             hath
             its
             name
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             a
             spider
             .
          
           
             Adonai
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             The
             Lord
             ,
             or
             the
             sustainer
             of
             all
             things
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             the
             Basis
             or
             foot
             of
             a
             pillar
             .
          
           
             Autaestthesid
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Self
             sensednesse
             .
          
           
             
             Adamah
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             Earth
             ,
             The
             earthly
             or
             naturall
             〈◊〉
             abode
             .
          
           
             Autophilus
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             a
             lover
             of
             himself
             .
          
           
             Anthropion
             ,
             The
             same
             with
             Adamah
             :
             Onely
             Adamah
             signifies
             earthlinesse
             ;
             Anthropion
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             uprightnesse
             of
             body
             or
             looking
             up
             .
          
           
             Alopecopolis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             The
             fo●…es
             citie
             or
             politie
             .
          
           
             Autaparnes
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             Simon
             ,
             Autaparnes
             and
             Hypomene
             are
             but
             the
             soul
             ,
             thrice
             told
             over
             .
             Autaparnes
             is
             the
             soul
             denying
             it self
             ;
             Hypomone
             the
             soul
             bearing
             the
             anguish
             and
             agonie
             of
             this
             deniall
             of
             it self
             :
             From
             these
             two
             results
             Simon
             ,
             the
             soul
             obedient
             to
             the
             spirit
             of
             Christ.
             Now
             there
             is
             no
             self-deniall
             where
             there
             is
             no
             corrupt
             or
             evil
             life
             to
             be
             supprest
             and
             unsatisfied
             ;
             nor
             any
             Patience
             or
             Hypomone
             ,
             where
             there
             is
             no
             agonie
             from
             the
             vexation
             of
             self-deniall
             .
             So
             that
             the
             soul
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             it
             is
             Autaparnes
             or
             Hypomone
             ,
             is
             a
             thing
             complex
             or
             concrete
             ,
             necessarily
             including
             the
             corruption
             of
             that
             evil
             life
             or
             spirit
             ,
             which
             is
             the
             souls
             self
             for
             a
             time
             .
             Hence
             is
             that
             riddle
             easily
             opened
             ,
             How
             the
             strength
             of
             Autaparnes
             is
             the
             weakning
             of
             Simon
             ;
             and
             the
             destruction
             of
             him
             and
             Hypomone
             in
             the
             valley
             of
             Ain
             Simons
             consummation
             and
             perfection
             ,
             or
             rather
             his
             translation
             or
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
          
           
             Anautaesthetus
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             One
             that
             feels
             not
             himself
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             relisheth
             not
             himself
             .
          
           
             Aelpon
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             not
             hoping
             ,
             or
             without
             hope
             .
          
           
             Apterie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             from
             a
             negative
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             a
             wing
             .
             It
             signifies
             the
             want
             of
             wings
             .
          
           
             Apathie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             To
             be
             without
             passion
             .
          
           
             Autopathie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             denotates
             ●…he
             being
             self-strucken
             ,
             to
             be
             sensible
             of
             what
             harms
             us
             ,
             rather
             then
             what
             is
             absolutely
             evil
             .
          
           
             Ain
             ,
             Not
             to
             be
             ,
             To
             be
             nothing
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             
               Non
               ,
               nihil
               ,
               〈◊〉
               nemo
               .
            
          
           
             Anautaestthesie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Without
             self-sensednesse
             ,
             or
             relishing
             ones
             self
             .
          
           
             Aeon
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Eternitie
             .
          
           
             Aether
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             to
             burn
             .
             The
             fluid
             fier●…
             nature
             of
             heaven
             ,
             the
             same
             that
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             which
             signifie
             as
             much
             .
             viz.
             a
             fierie
             fluour
             ,
             or
             a
             fluid
             fire
             .
          
           
             
             Aides
             .
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             It
             ordinarily
             signifies
             O●…cus
             or
             Pluto
             ;
             here
             the
             ▪
             winter
             Sunne
             :
             the
             etymon
             fits
             both
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             Hell
             is
             dark
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             in
             winter
             leaves
             us
             to
             long
             nights
             .
          
           
             Apogee
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             that
             absis
             or
             ark
             of
             the
             circle
             of
             a
             Planet
             ,
             in
             which
             the
             Planet
             is
             further
             off
             from
             the
             earth
             ,
             as
             the
             word
             it self
             intimates
             .
          
           
             Autocineticall
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             That
             which
             moves
             it self
             .
          
           
             Africk
             Rock
             .
             See
             Pompon
             .
             Mel.
             lib.
             1.
             cap.
             8.
             
             Rom.
             9.
             33.
             1.
             
             Cor.
             10.
             4.
             1.
             
             Pet.
             2.
             5.
             
             Revel
             .
             5.
             10.
             
             Psal.
             105.
             15.
             
          
           
             Ananke
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             same
             that
             Hyle
             is
             .
             But
             the
             proper
             signification
             of
             the
             word
             is
             Necessitie
             .
             See
             Hyle
             .
          
           
             Alethea-land
             ,
             That
             is
             ,
             the
             land
             of
             truth
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             as
             the
             Platonists
             call
             it
             .
          
           
             Acronychall
             .
             See
             Cronychall
             .
          
        
         
           
             B
          
           
             BEirah
             or
             Beiron
             ,
             The
             brutish
             life
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             brutum
             .
          
           
             Bacha
             ,
             Weeping
             .
             Bacha
             vale
             is
             the
             valley
             of
             tears
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             flevit
             .
          
        
         
           
             C
          
           
             
               CHaos
               .
               In
               our
               blew
               Chaos
               ,
            
             that
             is
             ,
             In
             our
             corporeall
             spirit
             .
             For
             that
             is
             the
             matter
             that
             the
             soul
             raiseth
             her
             phantasmaticall
             forms
             in
             ,
             as
             the
             life
             of
             the
             world
             doth
             bodily
             shapes
             in
             the
             heavens
             or
             aire
             .
          
           
             Cronychall
             or
             Acronychall
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             vespertine
             ,
             or
             at
             the
             beginning
             of
             night
             .
             So
             a
             starre
             is
             said
             to
             rise
             or
             set
             Acronychall
             when
             it
             riseth
             or
             setteth
             at
             the
             sunne-setting
             ;
             For
             then
             is
             the
             beginning
             of
             night
             .
          
           
             Clare
             .
             Claros
             a
             citie
             of
             Ionia
             ,
             famous
             for
             Apollo's
             temple
             and
             answers
             ,
             amongst
             which
             was
             this
             ,
             which
             I
             have
             interpreted
             in
             Psychathanasia
             :
             
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                   〈◊〉
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Macrob.
                 Saturnal
                 .
                 lib.
                 1.
                 cap.
                 18.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             D
          
           
             DIzoia
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Double-livednesse
             .
          
           
             Daemon
             ,
             any
             particular
             life
             ,
             any
             divided
             spirit
             ;
             or
             rather
             the
             power
             ruling
             in
             these
             .
             This
             is
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ●…ivido
             .
          
           
             
             Duessa
             ,
             division
             or
             dualitie
             .
          
           
             Daemoniake
             ,
             That
             which
             is
             according
             to
             that
             divided
             life
             or
             particular
             spirit
             ,
             that
             rules
             for
             it self
             .
          
           
             Dicaeosyne
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Justice
             or
             morall
             righteousnesse
             .
          
           
             Diana
             ,
             the
             Moon
             ,
             by
             which
             is
             set
             out
             the
             dead
             light
             or
             letter
             of
             the
             law
             .
          
           
             Deuteropathie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             a
             being
             affected
             at
             second
             rebound
             ,
             as
             I
             may
             so
             say
             .
             We
             see
             the
             Sunne
             not
             so
             properly
             by
             sympathie
             as
             deuteropathie
             .
             As
             the
             mundane
             spirit
             is
             affected
             where
             the
             Sunne
             is
             ,
             so
             am
             I
             in
             some
             manner
             ;
             but
             not
             presently
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             so
             affected
             ,
             but
             because
             in
             my
             eye
             the
             Sunne
             is
             vigorously
             represented
             .
             Otherwise
             a
             man
             might
             see
             the
             Sunne
             if
             he
             had
             but
             a
             body
             of
             thin
             aire
             .
          
        
         
           
             E
          
           
             EIdos
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Form
             or
             Beautie
             .
          
           
             
               Eloim
               .
               or
               Eloah
            
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             signifie
             ,
             properly
             the
             strong
             God.
             
          
           
             Entelechia
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             :
             It
             is
             nothing
             else
             but
             forma
             ,
             or
             actus
             ,
             and
             belongs
             even
             to
             the
             most
             contemptible
             forms
             ,
             as
             for
             example
             to
             Motion
             ,
             which
             is
             defined
             by
             Arist
             ▪
             in
             the
             third
             of
             his
             Physicks
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             Scaliger
             in
             his
             307
             exercitation
             against
             Cardan
             descants
             very
             curiously
             upon
             this
             word
             :
             
               Cùm
               igitur
               Formam
               dixeris
            
             (
             that
             is
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             )
             
               intelliges
               immaterialitatem
               ,
               simplicitatem
               ,
               potestatem
               ,
               perfectionem
               ,
               informationem
               .
               Hoc
               enim
               est
            
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             :
             
               quod
               innuit
               maximus
               Poetarum
               ,
               Totósque
               infusa
               per
               artus
               .
               Hoc
               est
               ,
            
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             :
             
               quia
               est
               ultima
               forma
               sub
               coelestibus
               ,
               &
               princeps
               inferiorum
               ,
               finis
               &
               perfectio
               .
               Hoc'est
            
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             posse
             .
             This
             goodly
             mysterie
             and
             fit
             significancie
             seems
             plainly
             forced
             or
             fictitious
             ,
             if
             you
             compare
             it
             with
             what
             was
             cited
             out
             of
             Arist
             ,
             about
             Motion
             ,
             so
             that
             when
             we
             have
             made
             the
             best
             of
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             it
             is
             but
             the
             form
             of
             any
             thing
             in
             an
             ordinary
             and
             usuall
             sense
             .
             If
             we
             stood
             much
             upon
             words
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             would
             prove
             more
             significant
             of
             the
             nature
             of
             the
             soul
             ,
             even
             according
             to
             Scaligers
             own
             etymon
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             :
             from
             its
             permeation
             and
             colligation
             or
             keeping
             together
             the
             bodie
             from
             defluxion
             into
             its
             ancient
             principles
             ,
             which
             properties
             be
             included
             in
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             moves
             forward
             the
             body
             thus
             kept
             together
             :
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             intimates
             the
             possession
             or
             retention
             of
             the
             body
             thus
             mov'd
             ,
             
             that
             it
             is
             rather
             promov'd
             by
             the
             soul
             then
             amov'd
             from
             the
             soul.
             But
             of
             these
             words
             enough
             ,
             or
             rather
             too
             much
             .
          
           
             Energie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             It
             is
             the
             operation
             ,
             efflux
             or
             activity
             of
             any
             being
             :
             as
             the
             light
             of
             the
             Sunne
             is
             the
             energie
             of
             the
             Sunne
             ,
             and
             every
             phantasm
             of
             the
             soul
             is
             the
             energie
             of
             the
             soul.
             
          
           
             Euphro●…a
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             Night
             .
          
        
         
           
             G
          
           
             GAbriel
             ,
             The
             strength
             of
             God
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             
               robustus
               fuit
            
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             Deus
             .
          
        
         
           
             H
          
           
             
               HYle
               ,
               Materia
               prima
            
             ,
             or
             that
             dark
             fluid
             potentiality
             of
             the
             Creature
             ;
             the
             straitnesse
             ,
             repugnancy
             and
             incapacity
             of
             the
             Creature
             :
             as
             when
             its
             being
             this
             ,
             destroyes
             or
             debilitates
             the
             capability
             of
             being
             something
             else
             ,
             or
             after
             some
             other
             manner
             .
             This
             is
             all
             that
             any
             wary
             Platonist
             will
             understand
             by
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             in
             Plutarchs
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
          
           
             Hattove
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             the
             Good
             ,
             or
             that
             eminent
             Good
             or
             first
             Good
             from
             whence
             all
             good
             is
             derived
             .
             See
             Ahad
             .
          
           
             Haphe
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             touch
             .
          
           
             Hypomone
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Patience
             .
             See
             Autaparnes
             .
          
           
             Har-Eloim
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             The
             mount
             of
             Angels
             ,
             Genii
             ,
             or
             particular
             Spirits
             .
          
           
             Helios
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             Sunne
             .
          
           
             Heterogeneall
             ,
             is
             that
             which
             consists
             of
             parts
             of
             a
             diverse
             nature
             or
             form
             :
             as
             for
             example
             ,
             a
             mans
             body
             of
             flesh
             ,
             bones
             ,
             nerves
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Homogeneall
             ,
             That
             whose
             nature
             is
             of
             one
             kind
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
          
           
             IDea-Lond
             ,
             The
             Intellectuall
             world
             .
          
           
             Idothea
             ,
             The
             fleet
             passage
             of
             fading
             forms
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Forma
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             curro
             .
          
           
             Ida.
             See
             
               Pompon
               .
               Mel.
               lib.
            
             1.
             cap.
             17.
             
          
           
             Isosceles
             ,
             A
             triangle
             with
             two
             sides
             equall
             .
          
           
             Idiopathie
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             ones
             proper
             peculiar
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             mine
             or
             thine
             ,
             being
             affected
             thus
             or
             so
             upon
             this
             or
             that
             occasion
             ;
             as
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             this
             or
             that
             mans
             proper
             temper
             .
             But
             this
             property
             of
             affection
             may
             also
             belong
             unto
             
             kinds
             .
             As
             an
             Elephant
             hath
             his
             idiopathy
             and
             a
             man
             his
             ,
             at
             the
             hearing
             of
             a
             pipe
             ;
             a
             cat
             and
             an
             Eagle
             at
             the
             sight
             of
             the
             Sunne
             ;
             a
             dogge
             and
             a
             Circopithecus
             at
             the
             sight
             of
             the
             Moon
             ,
             &c.
             
          
           
             Iao.
             A
             corruption
             of
             the
             Tetragrammaton
             .
             Greek
             writers
             have
             strangely
             mash'd
             this
             word
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             some
             calling
             it
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             others
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             some
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             It
             is
             very
             likely
             that
             from
             this
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             came
             Bacchus
             his
             appellation
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             and
             the
             Maenades
             acclamations
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             in
             his
             Orgia
             .
             Which
             sutes
             well
             with
             the
             Clarian
             Oracle
             ,
             which
             saith
             that
             in
             Autumne
             ,
             the
             Sun
             is
             called
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             which
             is
             the
             time
             of
             vintage
             .
          
           
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             See
             Fullers
             Miscel.
             2.
             
             Book
             .
          
        
         
           
             L
          
           
             LOgos
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             appellation
             of
             the
             Sonne
             of
             God.
             It
             is
             ordinarily
             translated
             ,
             
               the
               Word
            
             ,
             but
             hath
             an
             ample
             signification
             .
             It
             signifieth
             Reason
             ,
             Proportion
             ,
             Form
             ,
             Essence
             ,
             any
             inward
             single
             thought
             or
             apprehension
             ;
             Is
             any
             thing
             but
             matter
             ,
             and
             matter
             is
             nothing
             .
          
           
             Leontopolis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             Lions
             city
             or
             Politie
             .
          
           
             Lypon
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             sorrow
             .
          
        
         
           
             M
          
           
             MOnocardia
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             single-heartednesse
             .
          
           
             Myrmecopolis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             City
             or
             Polity
             of
             Pismires
             .
          
           
             Michael
             ,
             Who
             like
             unto
             God
             ?
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             similitudinis
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             Deus
             .
          
           
             Monad
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             unitas
             ,
             the
             principle
             of
             all
             numbers
             ,
             an
             emblem
             of
             the
             Deity
             ;
             And
             so
             the
             Pythagoreans
             call
             it
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             God.
             It
             is
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             stable
             and
             immoveable
             ,
             a
             firm
             Cube
             of
             it self
             .
             One
             time
             one
             time
             One
             remains
             still
             one
             .
             See
             Ahad
             .
          
        
         
           
             N
          
           
             NEurospast
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             a
             Puppet
             or
             any
             Machina
             that's
             moved
             by
             an
             unseen
             string
             or
             nerve
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
          
           
             ON
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             Beeing
             .
          
           
             Ogdoas
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             
               numerus
               octonarius
            
             ,
             the
             number
             of
             ●…ight
             .
          
           
             
             Onopolis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             asses
             City
             or
             Politie
             .
          
        
         
           
             P
          
           
             PSyche
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Soul
             or
             spirit
             .
          
           
             Penia
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Want
             ,
             or
             poverty
             .
          
           
             Physis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Nature
             vegetative
             .
          
           
             Proteus
             ,
             Vertumnus
             ,
             changeablenesse
             .
          
           
             Psychania
             ,
             The
             land
             of
             Souls
             .
          
           
             Philosomatus
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             A
             lover
             of
             his
             body
             .
          
           
             Psittacusa
             ,
             The
             land
             of
             Parots
             .
          
           
             Pithecusa
             ,
             The
             land
             of
             Apes
             .
          
           
             Pithecus
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             an
             Ape
             .
          
           
             Phobon
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Fear
             .
          
           
             Phrenition
             ,
             Anger
             ,
             impatiency
             ,
             fury
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             phrensie
             or
             madnesse
             .
             
               Ira
               furor
               brevis
               est
            
             .
          
           
             Pantheothen
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             All
             from
             God.
             Which
             is
             true
             in
             one
             sense
             ,
             false
             in
             another
             .
             You
             'll
             easly
             discern
             the
             sense
             in
             the
             place
             you
             find
             the
             word
             .
             This
             passage
             of
             Panthcothen
             contains
             a
             very
             savory
             &
             hearty
             reproof
             of
             all
             ,
             be
             they
             what
             they
             will
             ,
             that
             do
             make
             use
             of
             that
             intricate
             mystery
             of
             fate
             and
             infirmity
             ,
             safely
             to
             guard
             themselves
             from
             the
             due
             reprehensions
             and
             just
             expostulations
             of
             the
             earnest
             messengers
             of
             God
             ,
             who
             would
             rouse
             them
             out
             of
             this
             sleep
             of
             sin
             ,
             and
             stirre
             them
             up
             seriously
             to
             seek
             after
             the
             might
             and
             spirit
             of
             Christ
             ,
             that
             may
             work
             wonderfully
             in
             their
             souls
             to
             a
             glorious
             conquest
             and
             triumph
             against
             the
             devil
             ,
             death
             and
             corruption
             .
          
           
             Pandemoniothen
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             All
             from
             the
             devil
             ;
             viz.
             all
             false
             perswasions
             and
             ill
             effects
             of
             them
             .
          
           
             Panoply
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Armour
             for
             the
             whole
             body
             .
          
           
             Pteroessa
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             land
             of
             winged
             souls
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             a
             wing
             .
          
           
             Perigee
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Is
             that
             absis
             or
             ark
             of
             a
             Planets
             circle
             ,
             in
             which
             it
             comes
             nearer
             the
             earth
             .
          
           
             Psychicall
             ,
             Though
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             be
             a
             generall
             name
             and
             belongs
             to
             the
             souls
             of
             beasts
             and
             plants
             ,
             yet
             I
             understand
             by
             life
             Psychicall
             ,
             such
             centrall
             life
             as
             is
             capable
             of
             Aeon
             and
             Ahad
             .
          
           
             Parelies
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             are
             rorid
             clouds
             which
             bear
             the
             image
             of
             the
             Sunne
             .
          
           
             Psittaco
             ,
             Don
             Psittaco
             ,
             from
             Psittacus
             a
             Parot
             ,
             a
             bird
             
             that
             speaks
             significant
             words
             ,
             whose
             sense
             notwithstanding
             it self
             is
             ignorant
             of
             .
             The
             dialogue
             betwixt
             this
             Parot
             and
             Mnemon
             sets
             out
             the
             vanity
             of
             all
             superficiall
             conceited
             Theologasters
             ,
             of
             what
             sect
             soever
             ,
             having
             but
             the
             surface
             and
             thin
             imagination
             of
             divinity
             ,
             but
             truly
             devoid
             of
             the
             spirit
             and
             in
             ward
             power
             of
             Christ
             ,
             the
             living
             well-spring
             of
             knowledge
             and
             virtue
             ,
             and
             yet
             do
             pride
             themselves
             in
             pratling
             and
             discoursing
             of
             the
             most
             hidden
             and
             abstruse
             mysteries
             of
             God
             ,
             and
             take
             all
             occasions
             to
             shew
             forth
             their
             goodly
             skill
             and
             wonderfull
             insight
             into
             holy
             truth
             ,
             when
             as
             they
             have
             indeed
             scarce
             licked
             the
             out-side
             of
             the
             glasse
             wherein
             it
             lies
             .
          
           
             Plastick
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             that
             〈◊〉
             might
             in
             the
             seed
             that
             shapes
             the
             body
             in
             its
             growth
          
           
             Phantasme
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Any
             thing
             that
             the
             soul
             conceives
             in
             it self
             ,
             without
             any
             present
             externall
             object
             .
          
           
             Parallax
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             is
             the
             distance
             betwixt
             the
             true
             and
             seeming
             place
             of
             a
             starre
             ;
             proceeding
             from
             the
             sensible
             difference
             of
             the
             centre
             ,
             and
             the
             height
             of
             the
             superficies
             of
             the
             earth
             in
             reference
             to
             the
             starre
             ,
             and
             from
             the
             stars
             declining
             from
             the
             Zenith
             .
          
           
             Protopathy
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
             It
             is
             a
             suffering
             or
             being
             affected
             at
             first
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             without
             circulation
             .
             If
             any
             man
             strike
             me
             I
             feel
             immediately
             ;
             because
             my
             soul
             is
             united
             with
             this
             body
             that
             is
             struck
             :
             and
             this
             is
             protopat●…y
             .
             If
             the
             aire
             be
             struck
             aloof
             off
             ,
             I
             am
             sensible
             also
             of
             that
             ,
             but
             by
             circulation
             or
             propagation
             of
             that
             impression
             unto
             my
             eare
             ;
             and
             this
             is
             deuteropathy
             .
             See
             ,
             Deuteropathy
             .
          
           
             
               Periphere
               ,
               Peripheria
            
             ,
             it
             is
             the
             line
             that
             terminates
             a
             circle
             .
          
        
         
           
             Q
          
           
             QUadiate
             ,
             A
             figure
             with
             foure
             equall
             sides
             and
             foure
             right
             angles
             .
             The
             rightnesse
             of
             the
             ●…ngles
             ,
             is
             a
             plain
             embleme
             of
             erectnesse
             or
             uprightnesse
             of
             mind
             :
             The
             number
             of
             the
             sides
             ,
             as
             also
             of
             the
             angles
             ,
             being
             
               pariter
               par
            
             ,
             that
             is
             equally
             divisible
             to
             the
             utmost
             unities
             (
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             in
             Aristotle
             )
             intimates
             equity
             or
             ●…ustice
             .
             The
             sides
             are
             equall
             one
             with
             another
             and
             so
             are
             〈◊〉
             angles
             ;
             and
             the
             number
             of
             the
             sides
             and
             angles
             equall
             one
             with
             another
             .
             Both
             the
             numbers
             put
             together
             are
             a
             number
             
               pariter
               par
            
             again
             ,
             
             and
             constitute
             the
             first
             cube
             which
             is
             eight
             :
             That
             addes
             steddinesse
             and
             perseverance
             in
             true
             justice
             and
             uprightnesse
             toward
             God
             and
             man.
             Hypomone
             bears
             all
             this
             ,
             that
             is
             ,
             all
             that
             dolour
             and
             vexation
             that
             comes
             from
             the
             keeping
             our
             perverse
             heart
             to
             so
             strait
             and
             streight
             a
             rule
             .
          
        
         
           
             R
          
           
             RHomboides
             ,
             is
             a
             parallelogrammicall
             figure
             with
             unequall
             sides
             ,
             and
             oblique
             angles
             .
          
        
         
           
             S
          
           
             SPerm
             .
             It
             signifies
             ordinarily
             seed
             .
             I
             put
             it
             for
             the
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             the
             
               ratio
               seminalis
            
             ,
             or
             the
             invisible
             plasticall
             form
             that
             shapes
             every
             visible
             creature
             .
          
           
             Solyma
             ,
             or
             Salem
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Peace
             .
          
           
             Simon
             ,
             intimates
             obedience
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             obedivit
             .
          
           
             Semele
             ,
             Imagination
             ;
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             imago
             .
          
           
             Scalen
             ,
             a
             triangle
             with
             all
             sides
             unequall
             .
          
        
         
           
             T
          
           
             TAsis
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             extension
             .
          
           
             Tagathon
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             The
             Good
             ;
             the
             same
             with
             Hattove
             .
          
        
         
           
             U
          
           
             URanore
             ,
             The
             light
             or
             beauty
             of
             heaven
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             and
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             lux
             ,
             or
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             pulchritudo
             .
          
        
         
           
             Z
          
           
             ZEus
             ,
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             Jupiter
             ,
             from
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             ferveo
             ,
             or
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             ,
             vivo
             .
          
        
         
           THus
           have
           I
           briefly
           run
           through
           the
           more
           obscure
           terms
           in
           my
           Poems
           ,
           which
           I
           shall
           God
           willing
           hereafter
           ,
           if
           mens
           acceptance
           of
           these
           my
           first
           endeavours
           invite
           me
           to
           it
           ,
           and
           mine
           own
           occasions
           permit
           ,
           expound
           more
           sully
           ,
           and
           speak
           more
           determinately
           of
           those
           speculations
           ,
           which
           I
           now
           have
           but
           propos'd
           to
           mens
           more
           serious
           considerations
           ,
           to
           weigh
           freely
           and
           warily
           ,
           not
           so
           little
           a
           moment
           as
           the
           inconsiderable
           assent
           of
           the
           authour
           cast
           in
           ,
           to
           prejudice
           their
           judgements
           .
        
         
           The
           drift
           of
           the
           whole
           book
           is
           this
           ,
           to
           stirre
           men
           up
           to
           take
           into
           their
           thoughts
           ,
           these
           two
           main
           points
           ;
           The
           heartie
           good
           will
           of
           God
           to
           mankind
           ,
           even
           in
           the
           life
           of
           this
           world
           ,
           made
           of
           the
           commixture
           of
           light
           and
           darknesse
           ,
           
           that
           he
           will
           through
           his
           power
           rescue
           those
           souls
           ,
           that
           are
           faithfull
           in
           this
           their
           triall
           ,
           and
           preferre
           the
           light
           before
           the
           dark
           ;
           that
           he
           will
           ,
           I
           say
           ,
           deliver
           them
           from
           the
           power
           of
           living
           Death
           ,
           and
           Hell
           ,
           by
           that
           strong
           arm
           of
           their
           salvation
           ,
           Jesus
           Christ
           ,
           the
           living
           God
           enthron'd
           in
           the
           heart
           of
           man
           ,
           to
           whom
           all
           the
           Geni●…
           of
           the
           Universe
           ,
           be
           they
           never
           so
           goodly
           and
           glorious
           shall
           serve
           .
           They
           and
           all
           their
           curious
           devices
           and
           inventions
           shall
           be
           a
           spoil
           ,
           prey
           ,
           and
           a
           possession
           to
           Him
           that
           is
           most
           just
           ,
           and
           shall
           govern
           the
           nations
           in
           righteousnesse
           and
           equitie
           .
           And
           that
           ,
           beside
           this
           happinesse
           on
           earth
           ,
           every
           holy
           soul
           hereafter
           shall
           enjoy
           a
           never-fading
           felicitie
           in
           the
           invisible
           and
           eternall
           Heaven
           ,
           the
           Intellectuall
           world
           .
           Which
           if
           it
           be
           not
           true
           ,
           I
           must
           needs
           confesse
           ,
           it
           seems
           almost
           indifferent
           whether
           any
           creature
           be
           or
           no.
           For
           what
           is
           it
           to
           have
           lived
           suppose
           70
           years
           ,
           wherein
           we
           have
           been
           dead
           or
           worse
           above
           two
           third
           parts
           of
           them
           ?
           Sleep
           ,
           youth
           ,
           age
           and
           diseases
           ,
           with
           a
           number
           of
           poore
           and
           contemptible
           employments
           ,
           swallow
           up
           at
           least
           so
           great
           a
           portion
           :
           That
           as
           good
           ,
           if
           not
           better
           ,
           is
           he
           that
           never
           was
           ,
           then
           he
           is
           ,
           that
           hath
           but
           such
           a
           glance
           or
           glimps
           of
           passing
           life
           to
           mock
           him
           .
        
         
           And
           although
           the
           succession
           of
           ●…ighteousnesse
           upon
           earth
           may
           rightly
           seem
           a
           goodly
           great
           and
           full
           spread
           thing
           ,
           and
           a
           matter
           that
           may
           bear
           an
           ample
           correspondencie
           even
           to
           the
           larger
           thoughts
           of
           a
           good
           and
           upright
           man
           ;
           yet
           ,
           to
           say
           the
           truth
           ,
           no
           man
           is
           capable
           of
           any
           large
           inheritance
           ,
           whose
           life
           and
           existence
           is
           so
           scant
           that
           he
           shall
           not
           be
           able
           so
           much
           as
           to
           dream
           of
           the
           least
           happinesse
           once
           seised
           on
           by
           death
           .
        
         
           But
           there
           are
           continually
           on
           earth
           such
           numbers
           of
           men
           alive
           ,
           that
           if
           they
           liv'd
           well
           it
           would
           be
           an
           heaven
           or
           Paradise
           .
           But
           still
           a
           scant
           one
           to
           every
           particular
           man
           ,
           whose
           dayes
           are
           even
           as
           nothing
           .
           So
           that
           the
           work
           of
           God
           seems
           not
           considerable
           ,
           in
           the
           making
           of
           this
           world
           ,
           if
           humane
           souls
           be
           extinguished
           when
           they
           go
           out
           of
           it
           .
           You
           will
           say
           that
           those
           small
           particles
           of
           time
           that
           is
           thus
           scattered
           and
           lost
           among
           men
           in
           their
           successions
           ,
           a●…e
           comprehended
           and
           collected
           in
           God
           who
           is
           a
           continuall
           witnesse
           of
           all
           things
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           alas
           !
           what
           doth
           the
           perpetuall
           repetition
           of
           the
           
           same
           life
           or
           deiform
           image
           throughout
           all
           ages
           adde
           to
           Him
           ,
           that
           is
           at
           once
           infinitely
           himself
           ,
           viz.
           good
           ,
           and
           happy
           ?
        
         
           So
           that
           there
           is
           nothing
           considerable
           in
           the
           creation
           if
           the
           rationall
           creature
           be
           mortall
           .
           For
           neither
           is
           God
           at
           all
           profited
           by
           it
           ,
           nor
           man
           considerably
           .
           And
           were
           not
           the
           Angels
           a
           great
           deal
           better
           employed
           in
           the
           beholding
           the
           worth
           of
           their
           Creatour
           ,
           then
           to
           diminish
           their
           own
           happinesse
           ,
           by
           attending
           those
           ,
           whom
           nothing
           can
           make
           happie
           ?
           looking
           on
           this
           troubled
           passing
           stream
           of
           the
           perishing
           generations
           of
           men
           ,
           to
           as
           little
           purpose
           almost
           ,
           as
           idle
           boyes
           do
           on
           dancing
           blebs
           and
           bubbles
           in
           the
           water
           .
        
         
           What
           designe
           therefore
           can
           there
           be
           in
           God
           in
           the
           making
           of
           this
           world
           that
           will
           prove
           
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
          
           ,
           worthy
           of
           so
           excellent
           a
           goodnesse
           and
           wisdome
           ;
           but
           the
           triall
           of
           the
           immortall
           spirit
           of
           man
           ?
           It
           seems
           the
           deepest
           reach
           of
           his
           counsel
           in
           the
           creation
           ;
           and
           the
           life
           of
           this
           world
           but
           a
           prelude
           to
           one
           of
           longer
           durance
           and
           larger
           circumference
           hereafter
           .
           And
           surely
           it
           is
           nothing
           else
           but
           the
           heavy
           load
           of
           this
           bodie
           ,
           that
           keeps
           down
           our
           mind
           from
           the
           reaching
           to
           those
           so
           high
           hopes
           ,
           that
           I
           may
           not
           say
           from
           a
           certain
           sense
           and
           feeling
           of
           that
           clear
           and
           undisturbd
           state
           of
           immortalitie
           .
           I
           will
           close
           all
           with
           the
           praise
           of
           those
           two
           main
           indowments
           of
           the
           mind
           ,
           viz.
           Charitie
           and
           Humilitie
           ,
           which
           certainly
           will
           make
           us
           meet
           eternall
           mansions
           for
           the
           ever-living
           Deitie
           .
           But
           without
           these
           ,
           mans
           soul
           after
           this
           life
           becomes
           but
           a
           den
           of
           devils
           ,
           a
           dungeon
           of
           dark
           and
           restlesse
           phantasms
           ,
           being
           incorporate
           into
           the
           ever-gnawing
           and
           corroding
           spirit
           of
           Hell.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           An
           hymne
           in
           the
           honour
           of
           those
           two
           despised
           virtues
           ,
           Charitie
           and
           Humilitie
           .
        
         
           
             FArre
             have
             I
             clambred
             in
             my
             mind
          
           
             But
             nought
             so
             great
             as
             love●…
             find
             :
          
           
             Deep-searching
             wit
             ,
             mount
             moving
             might
          
           
             Are
             nought
             compar'd
             to
             that
             good
             spright
             .
          
           
             Life
             of
             delight
             and
             soul
             of
             blisse
             !
          
           
             Sure
             source
             of
             lasting
             happinesse
             !
          
           
             Higher
             then
             Heaven
             !
             lower
             then
             hell
             !
          
           
             What
             is
             thy
             tent
             ?
             where
             maist
             thou
             dwell
             ?
          
        
         
           
             My
             mansion
             hight
             humilitie
             ,
          
           
             Heavens
             vastest
             capabilitie
             .
          
           
             The
             further
             it
             doth
             downward
             tend
          
           
             The
             higher
             up
             it
             doth
             ascend
             ;
          
           
             If
             it
             go
             down
             to
             utmost
             nought
          
           
             It
             shall
             return
             with
             that
             it
             sought
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             stretch
             thy
             tent
             in
             my
             stra●…
             breast
             ,
          
           
             Enlarge
             it
             downward
             ,
             that
             sure
             rest
          
           
             May
             there
             be
             pight
             ;
             for
             that
             pure
             fire
          
           
             Wherewith
             thou
             wontost
             to
             inspire
          
           
             All
             self-dead
             souls
             .
             My
             life
             is
             gone
          
           
             Sad
             solitude
             is
             my
             irksome
             wonne
             .
          
           
             Cut
             off
             from
             men
             and
             all
             this
             world
          
           
             In
             Lethes
             lonesome
             ditch
             I
             am
             hurld
             .
          
           
             Nor
             might
             nor
             sight
             doth
             ought
             me
             move
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             do
             I
             care
             to
             be
             above
             .
          
           
             O
             feeble
             rayes
             of
             mentall
             light
             !
          
           
             That
             〈◊〉
             be
             seen
             in
             this
             dark
             night
             ,
          
           
             What
             are
             you
             ?
             what
             is
             any
             strength
          
           
             If
             it
             be
             not
             laid
             in
             one
             length
          
           
             With
             pride
             or
             love
             ?
             I
             nought
             desire
          
           
             But
             a
             new
             life
             or
             quite
             t'
             expire
             .
          
           
             Could
             I
             demolish
             with
             mine
             eye
          
           
             Strong
             towers
             ,
             stop
             the
             fleet
             starres
             in
             skie
             ,
          
           
             Bring
             down
             to
             earth
             the
             pale-fac'd
             Moon
             ,
          
           
             Or
             turn
             black
             midnight
             to
             bright
             noon
             :
          
           
           
             Though
             all
             things
             were
             put
             in
             my
             hand
             ,
          
           
             As
             parch'd
             as
             dry
             as
             th'
             Libyan
             sand
          
           
             Would
             be
             my
             life
             if
             Charity
          
           
             Were
             wanting
             .
             But
             Humility
          
           
             Is
             more
             then
             my
             poore
             soul
             durst
             crave
          
           
             That
             lies
             intombd
             in
             lowly
             grave
             .
          
           
             But
             if
             't
             were
             lawfull
             up
             to
             send
          
           
             My
             voice
             to
             Heaven
             ,
             this
             should
             it
             rend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Lord
             thrust
             me
             deeper
             into
             dust
          
           
             That
             thou
             ●…ayst
             raise
             me
             with
             the
             just
             .
          
           
             
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
               〈◊〉
            
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
           ERRATA
           .
        
         
           Psychozoia
           .
        
         
           P.
           5.
           l.
           16.
           reade
           ybrent
           .
           p.
           17.
           l.
           36.
           rage
           full
           rise
           .
           p.
           19.
           l.
           24.
           with
           all
           .
           p.
           39d
           .
           31.
           drearyhead
           .
           p.
           47.
           l.
           7.
           counts
           .
        
         
           Psychathanasia
           .
        
         
           P.
           1.
           l.
           11.
           to
           spring
           .
           p.
           6.
           l.
           36.
           do
           .
           p.
           17.
           l.
           23.
           mov'd
           .
           p.
           27.
           l.
           291.
           where
           in
           .
           p.
           63.
           l.
           9.
           fell
           discontent
           .
           p.
           71.
           l.
           9.
           divisibilitie
           .
           p.
           9.
           l.
           22.
           lap
           ,
           that
           .
           p.
           100.
           l.
           15.
           is
           .
        
         
           Antipsychopannychia
           .
        
         
           P.
           5.
           l.
           20
           .
           -ruption
           ,
           if
           .
           p.
           9.
           l.
           23.
           detect
           .
        
         
           Antimonopsychia
           .
        
         
           P.
           43.
           l.
           30.
           
           His.
           
        
      
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A51312-e630
           
             *
             This
             opinion
             ,
             though
             it
             have
             its
             moments
             of
             reason
             ,
             yet
             every
             mans
             judgement
             is
             left
             free
             ,
             and
             will
             ever
             be
             ,
             where
             there
             is
             no
             demonstration
             to
             bind
             it
             to
             assent
             .