The Poet first his owne high prayses sings For having tracd out such mysterious things Then treats of image, species which be From Bodies passing of perpetually Or formd by chance in the superiour ayre With swiftest motion ever wandring there Who often stooping in their agile flight And touching th'eies are there the cause of sight, Why images beyond the glasse wee see Why in't, reverst, & unreverst they be Why there they walke he next proceeds to explaine Then doth the certeinty of Sence maintaine. Confuting their bold ignorance who owne A fallability in all that's knowne Next treats the cause of hearing, tast, & smell How various soules in various sence excell The secret touch whence thoughts & dreams arise, That Organs for the Sence were made, denies Shewes why all natures food require, the cause Which vigorous Members into motion drawes Whence Sleepe proceeds, & the varietie Of visions which then represented be By th'active fancy, chiefly among these How Love, the waking dreame, our souls doth seize, The vanity of that ill hatch't desire; And how th'entangled wisely may retire. Last doth of Wedlocks fruite & its want treate Advizing weomen to be cleane & neate And well behavd, that so they may Retaine mens love, when beauty fades away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |