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Much like a subtle spider", which doth sit
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
By touch, the first pure qualities we learn,
By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern:
SECTION XIX. of THE IMAGINATION, on common sENse.
These are the outward instruments of sense;
Ere it approach the mind's intelligence,
And yet these porters, which all things admit, Themselves perceive not, nor discern the things:
One common pow'r doth in the forehead sit, Which all their proper forms together brings.
For all those nerves, which spirits of sense do bear, And to those outward organs spreading go,
United are, as in a centre, there; [know. And there this pow'r those sundry forms doth
Those outward organs present things receive,
Yet straight transmits all forms she doth perceive,
SeCTION XX. FANTAsy.
Where fantasy, near hand-maid to the mind,
Besides, those single forms she doth esteem,
Where some things good, and some things ill do
This busy pow'r is working day and night;
A thousand dreams, fantastical and light,
SECTION XXI. sensitive memony.
Yet always all may not afore her be; ,
Therefore such forms as she doth cease to see,
To memory's large volume she commends.
* The spider's touch how exquisitely fine, Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Pope's Essay ou Man.
This ledger-book lies in the brain behind, *
The layman's tables, storehouse of the mind;
Here sense's apprehension end doth take; As when a stone is into water cast, A)ne circle doth another circle make, Till the last circle touch the bank at last.
THE PASSion of The SENSE.
But though the apprehensive pow'r do pause,
Which in the heart below doth passions cause,
These passions have a free commanding might, And divers actions in our life do breed;
For all acts done without true reason's light, Do from the passion of the sense proceed.
But since the brain doth lodge the pow'rs of sense, How makes it in the heart those passions spring 2
The mutual love, the kind intelligence * Twixt heart and brain, this sympathy doth bring.
From the kind heat, which in the heart doth reign, The spirits of life do their beginning take;
These spirits of life ascending to the brain, [make. When they come there, the spirits of sense do
These spirits of sense, in fantasy's high court,
And so they send a good or ill report
If the report be good, it causeth love,
If it be ill, then doth it hatred move,
Yet were these natural affections good,
Jf reason in her first perfection stood,
SECTION XXIII. Local Motion.
Besides, another motive-power doth 'rise
The vital spirits; which, born in arteries,
This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire;
And makes the body to advance, retire,
Thus the soul tunes the body's instruments,
The organs fit are by the body lent,