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. 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; Study the best, and highest things, that are, But of thy selfe, an humble thought retaine. Cast down 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 the power to _bee_, and _use the same_. (pp. 114-16.) Finally, here is a simile well-wrought in itself and accidentally to be for ever associated with a celebrated criticism:-- THE MOTION OF THE SOULE. .... how can shee but immortall bee? When with the motions of both _Will_ and _Wit_, She still aspireth to eternitie, And neuer rests, till she attaine to it? Water in conduit pipes, can rise no higher Then the wel-head, from whence it first doth spring: Then sith to eternall GOD shee doth aspire, Shee cannot be but an eternall thing. (p. 85.) The second stanza contains a metaphor that was stolen and murdered as well, by Robert Montgomery. Concerning _his_ use of it Macaulay thus wrote in his merciless review:--"We would not be understood, however, to say that Mr. Robert Montgomery cannot make similitudes for himself. A very few lines further on we find one which has every mark of originality and on which we will be bound, none of the poets whom he has plundered will ever think of making reprisal:-- 'The soul aspiring, pants its source to mount, As streams meander level with their fount.' "We take this to be on the whole the worst similitude in the world. In the first place, no stream meanders, or can possibly meander level with its fount. In the next place, if streams did meander level with their fount, no two motions can be less like each other than that of meandering level and that of mounting upwards." True; but none the less is the original 'spoiled' and despoiled metaphor, accurate and vivid.