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And a little after, My conceit of his Person was never increased toward him, by his place or honours. But I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he feem'd to me ever by his work, one of the greatest men, and moft worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his Adversity I ever prayed, that God would give him ftrength, for greatness he could not want. Neither could. I condole in a word or fyllable for him ; as knowing no Accident could do harm to Vertue, but rather help to make it manifeft.
A. Cowley, in his Poem to the Royal Society, after fome reflections upon the State of Philofophy aforetime, goes on,
Ome fem exalted Spirits this latter Age has shown,
From Guardians, who were now Usurpers grown Of this Old Minor ftill, Captiv'd Philofophy; But 'twas Rebellion call'd to fight
For fuch a long oppressed Right.
Authority, which did a Body boaft,
Though "twas but Air condens'd, and stalk'd about, Like fome old Giants more Gigantic Ghost;
To terrifie the Learned Rout
With the plain Magick of true Reasons Light,
By the vain fhadows of the Dead:
To Graves from whence it rofe,the conquer'd Phantome
He broke that Monstrous God which stood
In midst of th' Orchard, and the whole did claim,
Ridiculous and fenceless Terrors!) made
Behold the rip'ned Fruit, come gather now your fill.
We would be like the Deitie,
When Truth and Falfhood, Good and Evil, we Without the Sences aid within our felves would fee; For 'tis Ged only who can find
All Nature in his Mind.
From Words, which are but Pictures of the Thought,
Who to the life an exact Piece would make,
Each Judgment of his Eye, and Motion of his Hand.
From thefe long Errors of the way,
In which our wandring Predeceffors went,
Did on the very Border ftand
And from the Mountains Top of his Exalted Wit,
A. Cowley. ESSAYS.
HAT is Truth? faid jefting Pilate, and would not ftay for an answer. Certainly there be, that delight in giddiness, and count it a Bondage to fix a Beliefs affecting free-will in thinking, as well as in acting. And though the Sects of Philofophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain difcourfing Wits, which are of the fame Veins, though there be not fo much Blood in them, as was in those of the Antients. But it is not only the difficulty and labour, which men take in finding out of Truth; nor again, that when it is found, it impofeth upon mens thoughts, that doth bring Lies in favour; but a natural, though corrupt Love, of the Lie it felf. One of the later Schools of the Grecians examineth the matter, and is at a ftand, to think what should be in it, that Men fhould love Lies; where neither they make for pleafure, as with Poets, nor