[1] The Soul according to the Platonists. So _Virgil_: _Aurai
simplicis ig, nem._

But when He yielded to deluding Charms,
Th'Harmonious Goddess shun'd His empty Arms.
The Muse no more his sacred Breast inspir'd,
But to the Skies, her Ancient Seat, retir'd.
Yet here and there _Celestial Seeds_ She threw,
And rain'd _melodious Blessings_ as She flew.
Which some receiv'd, whom Gracious Heav'n design'd
For high Employments, and their Clay resin'd.
Who, of a _Species_ more sublime, can tame
The rushing God, and stem the rapid Flame.
When in their breasts th'impetuous _Numen_ rowls,
And with uncommon heaves swells their Diviner Souls.

Thus the Companion of the Godhead [Moses] sung,
And wrote upon those Reeds from whence he Sprung.
He, first of Poets, told how Infant Light,
Unknown before, dawn'd from the Womb of Night.
How Sin and Shame th' _Unhappy Couple_ knew,
And thro' affrighted _Eden_, more affrighted, flew.
How God advanc'd his Darling _Abram's_ fame,
In the sure Promise of his lengthen'd Name.
On _Horeb's_ Top, or _Sinah's_ flaming Hill
Familiar Heav'n reveal'd his Sacred Will.
Unshaken then _Seth's_ stony Column stood,
Surviving the Destruction of the Flood.
His Father's Fall was letter'd on the Stone,