Though either distant, present yet to either;
Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing;
And only absent when we are together.
Give me my self, and take your self again!
Devise some means but how I may forsake you!
So much is mine that doth with you remain,
That taking what is mine, with me I take you.
You do bewitch me! O that I could fly
From my self you, or from your own self I!


TO THE SOUL

XII

That learned Father which so firmly proves
The soul of man immortal and divine,
And doth the several offices define
_Anima._ Gives her that name, as she the body moves.
_Amor._ Then is she love, embracing charity.
_Animus._ Moving a will in us, it is the mind;
_Mens._ Retaining knowledge, still the same in kind.
_Memoria._ As intellectual, it is memory.
_Ratio._ In judging, reason only is her name.
_Sensus._ In speedy apprehension, it is sense.
_Conscientia._ In right and wrong they call her conscience;
_Spiritus._ The spirit, when it to God-ward doth inflame:
These of the soul the several functions be,
Which my heart lightened by thy love doth see.