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
Euen so the _Soule_ which in this earthly mold
The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse;
Because at first she doth the earth behold,
And onely this materiall world she viewes:
At first her _mother-earth_ she holdeth deare,
And doth embrace the world and worldly things:
She flies close by the ground, and houers here,
And mounts not vp with her celestiall wings.
Yet vnder heauen she cannot light on ought
That with her heauenly _nature_ doth agree;
She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought,
She cannot in this world contented bee:
For who did euer yet, in _honour_, _wealth_,
Or _pleasure of the sense_, contentment find?
Who euer ceasd to wish, when he had _health_?
Or hauing _wisedome_ was not vext in mind?
Then as a _bee_ which among weeds doth fall,
Which seeme sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay;
She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all,
But pleasd with none, doth rise, and soare away;
So, when the _Soule_ finds here no true content,
And, like _Noah's_ doue, can no sure footing take;
She doth returne from whence she first was sent,
And flies to _Him_ that first her wings did make.
_Wit_, seeking _Truth_, from cause to cause ascends,
And neuer rests, till it the _first_ attaine:
_Will_, seeking _Good_, finds many middle ends,
But neuer stayes, till it the _last_ doe gaine.
Now God, the _Truth_, and _First of Causes_ is:
God is the _Last Good End_, which lasteth still;
Being _Alpha_ and _Omega_ nam'd for this;
_Alpha_ to _Wit_, _Omega_ to the _Will_.
Sith[145] then her heauenly kind shee doth bewray,
In that to God she doth directly moue;
And on no mortall thing can make her stay,
She cannot be from hence, but from _aboue_.
[Footnote 145: In 1599 and 1608 editions, 'since,' as before. G.]
And yet this _First True Cause_, and _Last Good End_,
Shee cannot heere so _well_, and _truely_ see;
For this perfection shee must yet attend,
Till to her _Maker_ shee espousèd bee.
As a _king's_ daughter, being in person sought
Of diuers princes, who doe neighbour neere;
On none of them can fixe a constant thought,
Though shee to all doe lend a gentle eare:
Yet she can loue a forraine _emperour_,
Whom of great worth and power she heares to be;
If she be woo'd but by _embassadour_,
Or but his _letters_, or his pictures see:
For well she knowes, that when she shalbe brought
Into the _kingdome_ where her _Spouse_ doth raigne;
Her eyes shall see what she conceiu'd in thought,
Himselfe, his state, his glory, and his traine.
So while the _virgin Soule_ on _Earth_ doth stay,
She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand wayes,
By these great powers, which on the _Earth_ beare sway;
The _wisdom of the World_, _wealth_, _pleasure_, _praise_:
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