In former beings, or, struck out together,
One spark to Afric flew, and one to Portugal."—"Sebastian."
To omit the great quantities of iron, brazen, and leaden souls which are so plenty in modern authors—I cannot omit the dress of a soul as we find it in Dryden:
"Souls shirted but with air."—"King Arthur."
Nor can I pass by a particular sort of soul in a particular sort of description in the New Sophonisba.
"Ye mysterious powers,
Whether thro' your gloomy depths I wander,
Or on the mountains walk, give me the calm,
The steady smiling soul, where wisdom sheds
Eternal sunshine, and eternal joy."