And as this _wit_ should goodnesse truely know, We haue a _Will_, which that true good should chuse; Though _Wil_ do oft (when _wit_ false formes doth show) Take _ill_ for _good_, and _good_ for _ill_ refuse. THE RELATIONS BETWIXT WIT AND WILL. _Will_ puts in practice what the _Wit_ deuiseth: _Will_ euer acts, and _Wit_ contemplates still; And as from _Wit_, the power of _wisedome_ riseth, _All other vertues_ daughters are of _Will_. _Will_ is the _prince_, and _Wit_ the counseller, Which doth for common good in Counsell sit; And when _Wit_ is resolu'd, _Will_ lends her power To execute what is aduis'd by _Wit_. _Wit_ is the mind's chief iudge, which doth controule Of _Fancie's_ Court the iudgements, false and vaine; _Will_ holds the royall septer in the _soule_ And on[140] the passions of the heart doth raigne. _Will_ is as free as any emperour, Naught can restraine her _gentle_ libertie; No tyrant, nor no torment, hath the power, To make vs _will_, when we vnwilling bee. THE INTELLECTUALL MEMORIE. To these high powers, a store-house doth pertaine, Where they all arts and generall reasons lay; Which in the _Soule_, euen after death, remaine And no _Lethæan_[141] flood can wash away. This is the _Soule_, and these her vertues bee; Which, though they haue their sundry proper ends, And one exceeds another in degree, Yet each on other mutually depends. _Our Wit_ is giuen, _Almighty God_ to _know_; Our _Will_ is giuen to _loue_ Him, being _knowne_; But God could not be _known_ to vs below, But by His _workes_ which through the sense are shown. And as the _Wit_ doth reape the fruits of _Sense_, So doth the _quickning_ power the _senses feed_; Thus while they doe their sundry gifts dispence, "The best, the seruice of the least doth need. Euen so the King his Magistrates do serue, Yet Commons feed both magistrate and king; The Commons' peace the magistrates preserue By borrowed power, which from the Prince doth spring. The _quickning power_ would _be_, and so would rest; The _Sense_ would not _be_ onely, but _be well_; But _Wit's_ ambition longeth to the _best_, For it desires in endlesse blisse to dwell. And these three powers, three[142] sorts of men doe make: For some, like plants, their veines doe onely fill; And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take; And some, like angels, doe contemplate still. Therefore the fables turnd some men to flowres, And others, did with bruitish formes inuest; And did of others, make celestiall powers, Like angels, which still trauell, yet still rest.