Now let vs heare how she the _Eares_ imployes: Their office is the troubled ayre to take, Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse, Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make. These wickets of the _Soule_ are plac't on hie Because all sounds doe lightly mount aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delaied with turnes, and windings oft. For should the voice directly strike the braine, It would astonish and confuse it much; Therfore these plaits and folds the sound restraine, That it the organ may more gently touch. As streames, which with their winding banks doe play, Stopt by their creeks, run softly through the plaine; So in th' Eares' labyrinth the voice doth stray, And doth with easie motion touch the braine. It is the slowest, yet the daintiest _sense_; For euen the _Eares_ of such as haue no skill, Perceiue a discord, and conceiue offence; And knowing not what is good, yet find the ill. And though this _sense_ first gentle _Musicke_ found, Her proper obiect is _the speech of men_; But that speech chiefely which God's heraulds sound, When their tongs vtter what His Spirit did pen. Our _Eyes_ haue lids, our _Eares_ still ope we see, Quickly to heare how euery tale is proouèd; Our _Eyes_ still moue, our _Eares_ vnmouèd bee, That though we hear quick we be not quickly mouèd. Thus by the organs of the _Eye_ and _Eare_, The _Soule_ with knowledge doth her selfe endue; "Thus she her prison, may with pleasure beare, "Hauing such prospects, all the world to view. These conduit-pipes of knowledge feed the Mind, But th' other three attend the Body still; For by their seruices the _Soule_ doth find, What things are to the body, good or ill. TASTE. The _bodie's_ life with meats and ayre is fed, Therefore the _soule_ doth vse the _tasting_ power, In veines, which through the tongue and palate spred, Distinguish euery relish, sweet and sower. This is the bodie's _nurse_; but since man's wit Found th' art of _cookery_, to delight his _sense_; More bodies are consum'd and kild with it, Then with the sword, famine, or pestilence. SMELLING. _Next_, in the nosthrils she doth vse the _smell_: As God the _breath of life_ in them did giue, So makes He now this power in them to dwell, To iudge all ayres, whereby we _breath_ and _liue_. This _sense_ is also mistresse of an Art, Which to soft people sweete perfumes doth sell; Though this deare Art doth little good impart, "Sith[128] they smell best, that doe of nothing smell. And yet good _sents_[129] doe purifie the braine, Awake the fancie, and the wits refine; Hence old _Deuotion_, _incense_ did ordaine To make mens' spirits apt for thoughts diuine.