These spirits of Sense, in Fantasie's High Court,
Iudge of the formes of obiects, ill or well;
And so they send a good or ill report
Downe to the heart, where all affections dwell.
If the report bee good, it causeth loue,
And longing hope, and well-assurèd ioy:
If it bee ill, then doth it hatred moue,
And trembling feare, and vexing grief's annoy.
Yet were these naturall affections good:
(For they which want them, blockes or deuils be)
If Reason in her first perfection stood,
That she might Nature's passions rectifie.
The Motion of Life.
Besides, another motiue-power doth rise
Out of the heart; from whose pure blood do spring
The vitall spirits; which, borne in arteries,
Continuall motion to all parts doe bring.
The Locall Motion.
This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire,
This holds the sinewes like a bridle's reines;
And makes the Body to aduance, retire,
To turne or stop, as she them[136] slacks, or straines.
Thus the soule tunes the bodie's instrument;
These harmonies she makes with life and sense;
The organs fit are by the body lent,
But th' actions flow from the Soule's influence.
The intellectuall Powers of the Soule.
But now I haue a will, yet want a wit,
To expresse the working of the wit and will;
Which, though their root be to the body knit,
Vse not the body, when they vse their skill.