tApSTspl] [THE SoUL OF MAN.] NOSCE TSTPSUM! 179
For Nature, in man's heart her laws doth pen,
Prescribing Truth to Wit! and Good to Will! Which do accuse, or else excuse all men, For every thought or practice, good or ill!
And yet these sparks grow almost infinite,
Making the world and all therein, their food; As fire so spreadss as no place holdeth it, Being nourished still with new supplies of wood.
And though these sparks were almost quenched with sin, Yet they, whom that Just One hath justified. Have them increased, with Heavenly Light within! And, like the Widow's oil, still multiplied!
And as this Wit should goodness truly know,
We have a Wit which that true good should choose ! Thrower Chough Will do oft (when Wit, false Forms doth show) Take 111, for Good; and Good, for 111 refuse.
Will puts in practice what the Wit deviseth ! The Will ever acts, and Wit contemplates still!
relations And as from Wit the power of Wisdom riseth; w^ind All other virtues, daughters are of Will!
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Will is the Prince! and Wit, the Councillor ! Which doth for common good in council sit; And when Wit is resolved; Will lends her power To execute what is advised by Wit.
Wit is the Mind's Chief Judge! which doth control, Of Fancy's Court, the judgements false and vain ! Will holds the royal sceptre in the Soul; And on the Passions of the Heart doth reign!
Will is as free as any Emperor!
Nought can restrain her gentle liberty! No tyrant, nor no torment hath the power To make us will; when we unwilling be !