The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Soul ('Some dull philosopher—when he hears me say')
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THE SOUL.
Some dull philosopher—when he hears me say
My soul is from me fled away,
Nor has of late inform'd my body here,
But in another's breast does lie,
That neither is, nor will be, I,
As a form servient and assisting there—
My soul is from me fled away,
Nor has of late inform'd my body here,
But in another's breast does lie,
That neither is, nor will be, I,
As a form servient and assisting there—
Will cry, "Absurd!" and ask me how I live;
And syllogisms against it give.
A curse on all your vain philosophies,
Which on weak Nature's law depend,
And know not how to comprehend
Love and Religion, those great mysteries!
And syllogisms against it give.
A curse on all your vain philosophies,
Which on weak Nature's law depend,
And know not how to comprehend
Love and Religion, those great mysteries!
Her body is my soul; laugh not at this,
For by my life I swear it is.
’Tis that preserves my being and my breath;
From that proceeds all that I do,
Nay, all my thoughts and speeches too;
And separation from it is my death.
For by my life I swear it is.
’Tis that preserves my being and my breath;
From that proceeds all that I do,
Nay, all my thoughts and speeches too;
And separation from it is my death.