As force without, fevers within, can kill;
I know the heavenly nature of my Mind;
But 'tis corrupted, both in Wit and Will.
I know my Soul hath power to know all things,
Yet is she blind and ignorant in all;
I know I am one of Nature's little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall!
I know my Life's a pain, and but a span;
I know my Sense is mocked with every thing:
And to conclude, I know myself a Man;