Let us chuse for example this piece of _Bees-wax_, it was lately taken from the _Comb_, it has not yet lost all the _tast_ of the _Honey_, it retains something of the _smell_ of the _Flowers_ from whence ’twas gather’d, its _colour_, _shape_, and _bigness_ are manifest, ’tis _hard_, ’tis _cold_, ’tis _easily felt_, and if you will knock it with your finger, ’twill _make a noise_: In fine, it hath all things requisite to the most perfect notion of a _Body_. But behold whilst I am speaking, ’tis put to the Fire, its _tast_ is purged away, the _smell_ is vanish’d, the _colour_ is changed, the _shape_ is alter’d, its _bulk_ is increased, its become _soft_, ’tis _hot_, it can scarce be _felt_, and now (though you strike it) it makes no _noise_. Does it yet continue the same Wax? surely it does, this all confess, no one denies it, no one doubts it. What therefore was there in it that was so evidently known? surely none of those things which I _perceived_ by my _senses_; for what I _smelt_, _tasted_, have _seen_, _felt_, or _heard_, are all _vanish’d_, and yet the _Wax remains_. Perhaps ’twas this only that I now think on, _viz._ that the _Wax_ it self was not that _tast of Honey_, that _smell of Flowers_, that _whiteness_, that _shape_, or that _sound_, but it was a _Body_ which awhile before appear’d to me _so_ and _so modified_, but now _otherwise_. But what is it strictly that I thus imagine? let me consider: And having rejected whatever belongs not to the Wax, let me see what will remain, _viz._ this only, a _thing extended_, _flexible_, and _mutable_. But what is this _flexible_, and _mutable_? is it that I _imagine_ that this Wax from being _round_ may be made _square_, or from being _square_ can be made _triangular_? No, this is not it; for I conceive it capable of _innumerable_ such _changes_, and yet I cannot by my _imagination_ run over these _Innumerables_; Wherefore this notion of its _mutability_ proceeds not from my _imagination_. What then is _extended_? is not its _Extension_ also _unknown_? For when it _melts_ ’tis _greater_, when it _boils_ ’tis _greater_, and yet _greater_ when the heat is increas’d; and I should not rightly judge of the Wax, did I not think it capable of more various _Extensions_ than I can _imagine_. It remains therefore for me only to confess, that I cannot _imagine_ what this Wax is, but that I _perceive_ with my _Mind_ what it is. I speak of this _particular_ Wax, for of Wax in _general_ the _notion_ is more _clear_.