Then doth th' aspiring _Soule_ the body leaue, Which we call _Death_; but were it knowne to all, What _life_ our _soules_ do by this _death_ receiue, Men would it _birth_ or _gaole[162] deliuery_ call. In this third life, Reason will be so bright, As that her sparke will like the _sun-beames_ shine; And shall of God enioy the reall sight. Being still increast by influence diuine. [Footnote 160: Numeral '3,' as before, in 1622 edition. G.] [Footnote 161: _Id est_ 'complain.' G.] AN ACCLAMATION. O Ignorant poor man! what dost thou beare Lockt vp within the casket of thy brest? What iewels, and what riches hast thou there! What heauenly treasure in so weake a chest! Looke in thy _soule_, and thou shalt _beauties_ find, Like those which drownd _Narcissus_ in the flood:[163] _Honour_ and _Pleasure_ both are in thy mind, And all that in the world is counted _Good_. Thinke of her worth, and think that God did meane, This worthy mind should worthy things imbrace; Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts vnclean, Nor her dishonour with thy passions base; Kill not her _quickning power_ with surfettings, Mar not her _Sense_ with sensualitie; Cast not her serious[164] wit on idle things: Make not her free-_will_, slaue to vanitie. And when thou think'st of her _eternitie_, Thinke not that _Death_ against her nature is, Thinke it a _birth_; and when thou goest to die, Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to blisse.[165] And if thou, like a child, didst feare before, Being in the darke, where thou didst nothing see; Now I haue broght thee _torch-light_, feare no more; Now when thou diest, thou canst not hud-winkt be. And thou my _Soule_, which turn'st thy curious eye, To view the beames of thine owne forme diuine; Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly, While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine. Take heed of _ouer-weening_, and compare Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's traine;[166] Study the best, and highest things that are, But of thy selfe an humble thought retaine. Cast downe thy selfe, and onely striue to raise The glory of thy Maker's sacred Name; Vse all thy powers, that Blessed Power to praise, Which giues thee power to _bee_, and _vse the same_. [Footnote 162: 'Goale' in 1608 edition. G.] [Footnote 163: See Ovid, _Met._ III., 341 _et alibi_, and Eustathius (ad Hom. p. 266). G.] [Footnote 164: 'Serious' dropped by Davies and Southey, as before. G.] [Footnote 165: Cf. Sir Thomas Browne: 'Vulgar Errors,' _s.v._ G.] [Footnote 166: More usually applied to the swan: as ancient WORSHIP puts it 'The whitest swanne hath a blacke foot:' 'Christian's Mourning Garment.' G.] $Finis.$ $Appendix.$ REMARKS PREFIXED TO NAHUM TATE'S EDITION (1697) OF 'NOSCE TEIPSUM.'[167]