Where all his counsellors he doth exceed, As far in judgment, as he doth in state. Or as the man whom princes do advance, But when the cause itself must be decreed, Then, like God's angel, he pronounceth right, And milk and honey from his tongue doth flow: Happy are they that still are in his sight, To reap the wisdom which his lips do sow. Right so the soul, which is a lady free, And doth the justice of her state maintain: Because the senses ready servants be, Attending nigh about her court, the brain: By them the forms of outward things she learns, But when she sits to judge the good and ill, But doth each thing in her own mirror view. Then she the senses checks, which oft do err, And e'en against their false reports decrees; And oft she doth condemn what they prefer; For with a pow'r above the sense she sees. Therefore no sense the precious joys conceives, Her harmonies are sweet, and full of skill, Those sweet accords are even th' angels' lays. These tunes of reason are Amphion's lyre, Wherewith he did the Theban city found: These are the notes wherewith the heavenly choir The praise of him which made the Heav'n doth sound. Then her self-being nature shines in this, SECTION II. THAT THE SOUL IS MORE THAN A PERFECTION, OR REFLECTION OF THE SENSE. ARE they not senseless then, that think the soul What is it then that doth the sense accuse, Both of false judgment, and fond appetites? What makes us do what sense doth most refuse, Which oft in torment of the sense delights? Sense thinks the planets' spheres not much asunder: What tells us then the distance is so far? Sense thinks the lightning born before the thunder: What tells us then they both together are? When men seem crows far off upon a tow'r, Sense saith they're crows: what makes us think them men? When we in agues think all sweet things sour, What makes us know our tongue's false judgment then? What pow'r was that, whereby Medea saw, And well approv'd, and prais'd the better course; When her rebellious sense did so withdraw Her feeble pow'rs, that she pursued the worse? Did sense persuade Ulysses not to hear The mermaid's songs which so his men did please, That they were all persuaded, through the ear, To quit the ship and leap into the seas? Could any pow'r of sense the Roman move, To burn his own right hand with courage stout? Could sense make Marius sit unbound, and prove The cruel lancing of the knotty gout? Doubtless, in man there is a nature found, Beside the senses, and above them far; "Though most men being in sensual pleasures drown'd, It seems their souls but in their senses are." If we had nought but sense, then only they But wisdom grows when senses do decay; If we had nought but sense, each living wight, Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we; -As having sense's apprehensive might In a more clear and excellent degree. But they do want that quick discoursing pow'r, Which doth in us the erring sense correct; Therefore the bee did suck the painted flow'r, And birds, of grapes, the cunning shadow peck'd. Sense outsides knows, the soul through all things sees: Sense, circumstance; she doth the substance view: Sense sees the bark; but she the life of trees: Sense hears the sounds; but she the concords true. But why do I the soul and sense divide, This power spreads outward, but the root doth grow In th' inward soul, which only doth perceive; For th' eyes and ears no more their objects know, Than glasses know what faces they receive. For if we chance to fix our thoughts elsewhere, Then is a soul a nature, which contains The pow'r of sense within a greater pow'r; Which doth employ and use the sense's pains, But sits and rules within her private bow'r. |