All things without, which round about we see, We seeke to knowe, and how therewith to doe; But that whereby we _reason, liue and be_, Within our selues, we strangers are thereto. We seeke to know the mouing of each spheare, And the strange cause of th' ebs and flouds of _Nile_; But of that clock, within our breasts we beare, The subtill motions we forget the while. We that acquaint our selues with euery _Zoane_ And passe both _Tropikes_ and behold the _Poles_, When we come home, are to our selues vnknown, And vnacquainted still with our owne _Soules_. We study _Speech_ but others we perswade; We _leech-craft_ learne, but others cure with it; We interpret _lawes_, which other men haue made, But reade not those which in our hearts are writ." (pp. 18-20.) Again:-- IN WHAT MANNER THE SOULE IS UNITED TO THE BODY. But how shall we this _union_ well expresse? Nought ties the _soule_; her subtiltie is such She moues the bodie, which she doth possesse, Yet no part toucheth, but by _Vertue's_ touch. Then dwels shee not therein as in a tent, Nor as a pilot in his ship doth sit; Nor as the spider in his web is pent; Nor as the waxe retaines the print in it; Nor as a vessell water doth containe; Nor as one liquor in another shed; Nor as the heat doth in the fire remaine; Nor as a voice throughout the ayre is spread: But as the faire and cheerfull _Morning light_, Doth here and there her siluer beames impart, And in an instant doth herselfe vnite To the transparent ayre, in all, and part: Still resting whole, when blowes th' ayre diuide: Abiding pure, when th' ayre is most corrupted; Throughout the ayre, her beams dispersing wide, And when the ayre is tost, not interrupted: So doth the piercing _Soule_ the body fill, Being all in all, and all in part diffus'd; Indiuisible, incorruptible still, Not forc't, encountred, troubled or confus'd. And as the _sunne_ aboue, the light doth bring, Though we behold it in the ayre below; So from th' Eternall Light the _Soule_ doth spring, Though in the body she her powers doe show. (pp. 61-2.) Further, "An Acclamation":-- AN ACCLAMATION. O! what is Man (great Maker of mankind!) That Thou to him so great respect dost beare! That Thou adornst him with so bright a mind, Mak'st him a king, and euen an angel's peere! O! what a liuely life, what heauenly power, What spreading vertue, what a sparkling fire! How great, how plentifull, how rich a dower Dost Thou within this dying flesh inspire! Thou leau'st Thy print in other works of Thine, But Thy whole image Thou in Man hast writ; There cannot be a creature more diuine, Except (like Thee) it should be infinit.