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Wee owe them thanks bycause they thus Did vs to vs, at first conuay; Yeelded their forces, Sence to vs Nor are drosse to vs, but allay On man heavens infuence works not so, But that it first imprints the aire, Soe Soule into the Soule may flow, Though itt to boddy first repaire. As our blood labours to begett Spiritts, as like Soules as it can, Bycawse such fingers, neede to knitt That subtill knott, which makes vs man. Soe mvst pure louers Soules destend To affections, and to faculties, Which sence may reach, and apprehend, Els a great Prince in prison lies. To our Boddies turne wee then, that soe Weake men on loue reueald may looke Loues misteries in Soules doe growe, But yet the boddie is his booke. And if some louer such as wee Haue heard this Dialogue of one Let him still marke vs, hee shall see Small change, when wee're two boddies gone | |
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