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1. The power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring The colour, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, The quantity and shape of everything,

Within earth's centre or earth's circle found.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

2. And though things sensible be numberless,
But only five the Senses' organs be,
And in these five all things their forms express
Which we can touch, taste, smell, or hear, or see.
DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

3. If we had nought but sense, each living wight,
Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we,
As having sense's apprehensive might

In a more clear and excellent degree.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

4. Lastly, nine things to sight requir'd are;

The power to see, the light, the visible thing, Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul. 5. These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high, Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delay'd with turns and windings oft. For, should the voice directly strike the brain, It would astonish and confuse it much; Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain, That it the organ may more gently touch.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

6. And yet good sense doth purify the brain, Awake the fancy, and the wits refine; Hence old devotion incense did ordain,

To make men's spirits apt for thoughts divine.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

7. By touch the first pure qualities we learn,


Which quicken all things-hot, cold, moist and dry;
By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern;
By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try.
DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

Here streams ascend,

That in mix'd fumes the wrinkled nose offend.

GAY'S Trivia.

9. In the nice bee what sense, so subtly true,
From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew?

POPE'S Essay on Man.

10. Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield;
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field;
The art of building from the bee receive;
Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

11. Reason raise o'er instinct as you can,
In this 't is God directs, in that 't is man.


Tell me why the ant

'Mid summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want?
By constant journeys careful to prepare

Her full stores, and bring home the corny ear?
By what instruction does she bite the grain,

Lest, hid in earth, and taking root again,


It might elude the foresight of her care?
Distinct in either insect's deeds appear

The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear.

13. Evil like us they shun, and covet good; Abhor the poison, and receive the food ;

Like us they love or hate; like us they know

To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe.





14. Reason's progressive, Instinct is complete;
Swift Instinct leaps; slow Reason feebly climbs.
Brutes soon their zenith reach. In ages they
No more could know, do, covet, or enjoy.
Were man to live coeval with the sun,
The patriarch pupil would be learning still.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

15. The meaner tribe the coming storm foresees;
In the still calm the bird divines the breeze;
The ox, that grazes, shuns the poison-weed;
The unseen tiger frights afar the steed;
To man alone no kind foreboding shows
The latent horror or the ambush'd foes;

O'er each blind moment hangs the funeral pall

Heaven shines, earth smiles, and night descends on all!

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1. Foul jealousy! thou turnest love divine
To joyless dread, and mak'st the loving heart
With hateful thoughts to languish and to pine,
And feed itself with self-consuming smart:
Of all the passions of the mind, thou vilest art.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.


Beware of jealousy;

It is the green-eyed monster which doth make
The meat it feeds on.

3. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth.



4. Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow all the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd.

5. I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove:


And, on the proof, there is no more but this
Away, at once, with love and jealousy.



Trifles, light as air,


Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

7. Pale hag, infernal fury, pleasure's smart!-
Envious observer, prying in every part —
Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee-
O, would to God that love could be without thee!


DANIEL'S Rosamond.

Oh! the pain of pains,

Is when the fair one, whom our soul is fond of,
Gives transport, and receives it from another.

9. With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives, What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes.


GAY'S Dione.

10. Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it: For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

BYRON'S Don Juan.



11. For jealousy is but a kind

Of clap and gimcam of the mind,
The natural effect of love,

As other flames and achings prove.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

12. But there are storms, whose lightnings never glare-
Tempests, whose thunders never cease to roll;
The storms of Love when madden'd to despair-
The furious tempests of the jealous soul.

13. And jealousy, that doats and dooms, And murders, yet adores!



14. And shall we all condemn, and all distrust,
Because some men are false, and some unjust?
Forbid it, Heaven! for better 't were to be
Dup'd of the fond impossibility

Of light and radiance, which sleep's visions gave,
Than thus to live, Suspicion's bitter slave.

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2. A smile recures the wounding of a frown.


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