The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.Davies, John, Sir
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The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2.
Davies, John, Sir
Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626; English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
_Sense_ thinkes the _planets_, _spheares_ not much asunder;
What tels vs then their distance is so farre?
_Sense_ thinks the lightning borne before the thunder;
What tels vs then they both together are?
When men seem crows far off vpon a towre,
_Sense_ saith, th'are crows; what makes vs think them men?
When we in _agues_, thinke all sweete things sowre,
What makes vs know our tongue's false iudgement then?
What power was that, whereby _Medea_ saw,
And well approu'd, and prais'd the better course,
When her rebellious _Sense_ did so withdraw
Her feeble powers, as she pursu'd the worse?[97]
Did _Sense_ perswade _Vlisses_ not to heare
The mermaid's songs, which so his men did please;
As they were all perswaded, through the eare
To quit the ship, and leape into the _seas_?
Could any power of _Sense_ the _Romane_ moue,
To burn his own right hand with courage stout?[98]
Could _Sense_ make _Marius_ sit vnbound, and proue
The cruell lancing of the knotty gout?[99]
Doubtlesse in _Man_ there is a _nature_ found,
Beside the _Senses_, and aboue them farre;
"Though most men being in sensuall pleasures drownd,
"It seemes their _Soules_ but in their _Senses_ are.
If we had nought but _Sense_, then onely they
Should haue sound minds, which haue their _Senses_ sound;
But _Wisdome_ growes, when _Senses_ doe decay,
And _Folly_ most in quickest _Sense_ is found.
If we had nought but _Sense_, each liuing wight,
Which we call _brute_, would be more sharp then we;
As hauing _Sense's apprehensiue might_,
In a more cleere, and excellent degree.
But they doe want that _quicke discoursing power_,
Which doth in vs the erring _Sense_ correct;
Therefore the _bee_ did sucke the painted flower,
And _birds_, of grapes, the cunning shadow, peckt.[100]
_Sense_ outsides knows; the Soule throgh al things sees;
_Sense_, _circumstance_; she, doth the _substance_ view;
_Sense_ sees the barke, but she, the life of trees;
_Sense_ heares the sounds, but she, the concords true.
But why doe I the _Soule_ and _Sense_ diuide?
When _Sense_ is but a power, which she extends;
Which being in diuers parts diuersifide,
The diuers formes of obiects apprehends?
This power spreds outward, but the root doth grow
In th' inward _Soule_, which onely doth perceiue;
For th' _eyes_ and _eares_ no more their obiects know,
Then glasses know what faces they receiue.
For if we chance to fixe our thoughts elsewhere,
Although our eyes be ope, we cannot see;
And if one power did not both see and heare,
Our sights and sounds would alwayes double be.
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