But it exceeds man's thought, to thinke how hie _God_ hath raisd _Man_, since _God a man_ became; The angels doe admire this _Misterie_, And are astonisht when they view the same. (pp. 81-2.) Again:-- THAT THE SOULE IS IMMORTAL, AND CANNOT DIE. Nor hath he giuen these blessings for a day, Nor made them on the bodie's life depend; The _Soule_ though made in time, _suruives for aye_, And though it hath beginning, sees no end. Her onely _end_, is _neuer-ending_ blisse; Which is, _th' eternall face of God to see_; Who _Last of Ends_, and _First of Causes_, is: And to doe this, she must _eternall_ bee. How senselesse then, and dead a soule hath hee, Which _thinks_ his _soule_ doth with his body die! Or _thinkes_ not so, but so would haue it bee, That he might sinne with more securitie. For though these light and vicious persons say, Our _Soule_ is but a smoake, or ayrie blast; Which, during life, doth in our nostrils play, And when we die, doth turne to wind at last: Although they say, '_Come let us eat and drinke_'; Our life is but a sparke, which quickly dies; Though thus they _say_, they know not what to think, But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise. Therefore no heretikes desire to spread Their light opinions, like these _Epicures_: For so the staggering thoughts are comfortèd, And other men's assent their doubt assures. Yet though these men against their conscience striue, There are some sparkles in their flintie breasts Which cannot be extinct, but still reuiue; That though they would, they cannot quite bee _beasts_; But who so makes a mirror of his mind, And doth with patience view himselfe therein, His _Soule's_ eternitie shall clearely find, Though th' other beauties be defac't with sin. (pp. 82-3.) Further, "An Acclamation":-- 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 weak a chest! Looke in thy _soule_, and thou shalt _beauties_ find, Like those which drownd _Narcissus_ in the flood: _Honour_ and _Pleasure_ both are in thy mind, And all that in the world is counted _Good_. Thinke of her worth, and thinke 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 wit on idle things: Make not her free-_will_, slaue to vanitie.