SIR JOHN DAVIES. FALSE AND TRUE KNOWLEDGE. WHY did my parents send me to the schools, That I with knowledge might enrich my mind, Since the desire to know first made men fools, And did corrupt the root of all mankind? For when God's hand had written in the hearts And when their reason's eye was sharp and clear, Ev'n then to them the spirit of lies suggests, A curious wish, which did corrupt their will. From that same ill, they straight desir'd to know; So that themselves were first to do the ill, Ev'n so, by tasting of that fruit forbid, Where they sought knowledge, they did error find; Ill they desir'd to know, and ill they did; And, to give passion eyes, made reason blind; For then their minds did first in passion see Which then their own experience made them know. But then grew reason dark, that she no more Could the fair forms of good and truth dis cern; Bats they became, who eagles were before, But we, their wretched offspring, what do we? In books profane we seek for knowledge hid ? What is this knowledge, but the sky-stol'n fire, For which the thief' still chain'd in ice doth sit; And which the poor rude satyr did admire, And needs would kiss, but burnt his lips with it? Prometheus. " See Æsop's Fables. What is it, but the cloud of empty rain, Which when Jove's guest' embrac'd he monsters got? Or the false pails, which oft being fill'd with pain, Receiv'd the water, but retain'd it not? In fine, what is it but the fiery coach, 3 Which the youth sought, and sought his death withal? Or the boy's wings, which when he did approach The sun's hot beams, did melt and let him fall? And yet, alas! when all our lamps are burn'd, What can we know or what can we discern, When error clouds the windows of the mind? The divers forms of things how can we learn, That have been ever from our birth-day blind? When reason's lamp, which, like the sun in sky, Throughout man's little world her beams did spread, Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie Under the ashes, half extinct and dead; How can we hope that through the eye and ear, This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place, Can recollect those beams of knowledge clear, Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace? So might the heir, whose father hath in play 1 Ixion. 2 The Danaïdes. 3 Phaeton. 4 Icarus. By painful earning of one groat a day, The wits that div'd most deep, and soar'd most high, Seeking man's powers, have found his weakness such: Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly; For this the wisest of all moral men Said, he knew naught, but that he nought did know; And the great mocking master mock'd not then, For how may we to other things attain, When none of us his own soul understands? For which the devil mocks our curious brain, When-Know thyself, his oracle commands. For why should we the busy soul believe, When boldly she concludes of that and this; When of herself she can no judgment give, Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is? All things without, which round about we see, We seek to know the moving of each sphere, Nile; But of that clock which in our breasts we bear, The subtle motions we forget the while. We that acquaint ourselves with every zone, We study speech, but others we persuade; Is it because the mind is like the eye, Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees; Whose rays reflect not, but spread outwardly; Not seeing itself, when other things it sees? No, doubtless; for the mind can backward cast, But she is so corrupt, and so defac'd, As is the fable of the lady fair, Which for her lust was turn'd into a cow; When thirsty, to a stream she did repair, And saw herself transform'd she wist not how; At first she startles, then she stands amaz'd; Ev'n so man's soul, which did God's image bear, And was at first fair, good, and spotless pure; Since with her sins her beauties blotted were, Doth of all sights, her own sight least endure; |