difficult problem of immortality, is full of ingenuity, and has many apt and memorable similes. Feeling he happily likens to the 'subtle spider, which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; In answering an objection, 'Why, if souls continue to exist, do they not return and bring us news of that strange world?' he replies 'But as Noah's pigeon, which return'd no more, So when good souls, departed through death's door, The poem is interesting from the musical use he makes of the quatrain, a form of verse in which Dryden afterwards wrote his 'Annus Mirabilis,' and as one of the earliest philosophical poems in the language. It is proverbially difficult to reason in verse, but Davies reasons, if not always with conclusive result, always with energy and skill. INTRODUCTION TO THE POEM ON THE SOUL OF MAN. 1 The lights of heaven, which are the world's fair eyes, 2 And yet the lights which in my tower do shine, Mine eyes, which view all objects nigh and far, Look not into this little world of mine, Nor see my face, wherein they fixed are. 3 Since Nature fails us in no needful thing, 4 That Power, which gave me eyes the world to view, To view myself, infused an inward light, Whereby my soul, as by a mirror true, Of her own form may take a perfect sight. 5 But as the sharpest eye discerneth nought, Except the sunbeams in the air do shine; So the best soul, with her reflecting thought, Sees not herself without some light divine. 6 O light, which mak'st the light which makes the day! Which sett'st the eye without, and mind within, Lighten my spirit with one clear heavenly ray, Which now to view itself doth first begin. 7 For her true form how can my spark discern, 8 One thinks the soul is air; another fire; Another blood, diffused about the heart; Another saith, the elements conspire, And to her essence each doth give a part. 9 Musicians think our souls are harmonies; Physicians hold that they complexions be; Epicures make them swarms of atomies, Which do by chance into our bodies flee. 10 Some think one general soul fills every brain, [2D PER. 11 In judgment of her substance thus they vary; And thus they vary in judgment of her seat; For some her chair up to the brain do carry, Some thrust it down into the stomach's heat. 12 Some place it in the root of life, the heart; Some in the liver, fountain of the veins; Some say, she's all in all, and all in every part; Some say, she's not contain'd, but all contains. 13 Thus these great clerks their little wisdom show, While with their doctrines they at hazard play; Tossing their light opinions to and fro, To mock the lewd, as learn'd in this as they. 14 For no crazed brain could ever yet propound, Touching the soul, so vain and fond a thought; But some among these masters have been found, Which in their schools the selfsame thing have taught. 15 God only wise, to punish pride of wit, Among men's wits hath this confusion wrought, As the proud tower whose points the clouds did hit, By tongues' confusion was to ruin brought. 16 But thou which didst man's soul of nothing make, And when to nothing it was fallen again, 'To make it new, the form of man didst take; And, God with God, becam'st a man with men.' 17 Thou that hast fashion'd twice this soul of ours, 18 To judge herself, she must herself transcend, 19 But thou bright morning Star, thou rising Sun, Which in these later times hast brought to light Those mysteries that, since the world begun, 20 Thou, like the sun, dost with an equal ray 21 This lamp, through all the regions of my brain, Where my soul sits, doth spread such beams of grace, As now, methinks, I do distinguish plain Each subtle line of her immortal face. 22 The soul a substance and a spirit is, Which God himself doth in the body make, Which makes the man; for every man from this The nature of a man and name doth take. 23 And though this spirit be to the body knit, THE SELF-SUBSISTENCE OF THE SOUL. 1 She is a substance, and a real thing, Which hath itself an actual working might, Which neither from the senses' power doth spring, Nor from the body's humours temper'd right. 2 She is a vine, which doth no propping need, 3 For when she sorts things present with things past, And thereby things to come doth oft foresee; When she doth doubt at first, and choose at last, These acts her own,* without her body be. 4 When of the dew, which the eye and ear do take, 5 When she from sundry acts, one skill doth draw; Gathering from divers fights one art of war; From many cases like, one rule of law; These her collections, not the senses' are. 6 When in the effects she doth the causes know; And seeing the stream, thinks where the spring doth rise; And seeing the branch, conceives the root below: * That the soul hath a proper operation without the body. |