Heere _Sense's apprehension_, end doth take; As when a stone is into water cast, One circle doth another circle make, Till the last circle touch the banke at last.[133] [Footnote 132: Cf. Milton's Il Penseroso, lines 5-10. G.] [Footnote 133: Cf. Phineas Fletcher: Purple Island c. v., stanza 47. G.] THE PASSIONS OF SENSE. But though the _apprehensiue[134] power_ doe pause, The _motiue_ vertue then begins to moue; Which in the heart below doth PASSIONS cause, _Ioy_, _griefe_, and _feare_, and _hope_, and _hate_, and _loue_. These passions haue a free commanding might, And diuers actions in our life doe breed; For, all acts done without true Reason's light, Doe from the passion of the _Sense_ proceed. But sith[135] the _braine_ doth lodge the powers of _Sense_, How makes it in the heart those passions spring? The mutuall loue, the kind intelligence 'Twixt heart and braine, this _sympathy_ doth bring. From the kind heat, which in the heart doth raigne, The _spirits_ of life doe their begining take; These _spirits_ of life ascending to the braine, When they come there, the _spirits of Sense_ do make. These _spirits of Sense_, in Fantasie's High Court, Iudge of the formes of _obiects_, ill or well; And so they send a good or ill report Downe to the heart, where all affections dwell. If the report bee _good_, it causeth _loue_, And longing _hope_, and well-assurèd _ioy_: If it bee _ill_, then doth it _hatred_ moue, And trembling _feare_, and vexing _grief's_ annoy. Yet were these naturall affections good: (For they which want them, _blockes_ or _deuils_ be) If _Reason_ in her first perfection stood, That she might _Nature's_ passions rectifie. [Footnote 134: Misprinted 'apprehension;' corrected in the errata of 1622 edition from 1599 and 1608 editions. G.] [Footnote 135: In 1599 and 1608 editions 'since,' as before. G.] THE MOTION OF LIFE. Besides, another _motiue_-power doth rise Out of the heart; from whose pure blood do spring The _vitall spirits_; which, borne in _arteries_, Continuall motion to all parts doe bring. THE LOCALL MOTION. This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire, This holds the sinewes like a bridle's reines; And makes the Body to aduance, retire, To turne or stop, as she them[136] slacks, or straines. Thus the _soule_ tunes the _bodie's_ instrument; These harmonies she makes with _life_ and _sense_; The organs fit are by the body lent, But th' actions flow from the _Soule's_ influence. THE INTELLECTUALL POWERS OF THE SOULE. _But now_ I haue a _will_, yet want a _wit_, To expresse the working of the _wit_ and _will_; Which, though their root be to the body knit, Vse not the body, when they vse their skill.