"And yet those Souls, when first they met, / Lookt out at windows through the Eyes."
— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by J. M. for H. Herringman [etc.]
Date
1667
Metaphor
"And yet those Souls, when first they met, / Lookt out at windows through the Eyes."
Metaphor in Context
Luc.
Say, my Orinda, why so sad?
Orin.
Absence from thee doth tear my heart;
Which, since with thine it union had,
Each parting splits.
Luc.
And can we part?
Orin.
Our Bodies must.
Luc.
But never we:
Our Souls, without the help of Sense,
By wayes more noble and more free
Can meet, and hold intelligence.
Orin.
And yet those Souls, when first they met,
Lookt out at windows through the Eyes.
Luc.
But soon did such acquaintance get,
Not Fate nor Time can them surprize.
Orin.
Absence will rob us of that bliss
To which this Friendship title brings:
Love's fruits and joys are made by this
Useless as Crowns to captiv'd Kings.
Luc.
Friendship's a Science, and we know
There Contemplation's most employ'd.
Orin.
Religion's so, but practick too,
And both by niceties destroy'd.
Luc.
But who ne're parts can never meet,
And so that happiness were lost.
Orin.
Thus Pain and Death are sadly sweet,
Since Health and Heav'n such price much cost.
Say, my Orinda, why so sad?
Orin.
Absence from thee doth tear my heart;
Which, since with thine it union had,
Each parting splits.
Luc.
And can we part?
Orin.
Our Bodies must.
Luc.
But never we:
Our Souls, without the help of Sense,
By wayes more noble and more free
Can meet, and hold intelligence.
Orin.
And yet those Souls, when first they met,
Lookt out at windows through the Eyes.
Luc.
But soon did such acquaintance get,
Not Fate nor Time can them surprize.
Orin.
Absence will rob us of that bliss
To which this Friendship title brings:
Love's fruits and joys are made by this
Useless as Crowns to captiv'd Kings.
Luc.
Friendship's a Science, and we know
There Contemplation's most employ'd.
Orin.
Religion's so, but practick too,
And both by niceties destroy'd.
Luc.
But who ne're parts can never meet,
And so that happiness were lost.
Orin.
Thus Pain and Death are sadly sweet,
Since Health and Heav'n such price much cost.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "soul" and "window" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
4 records in ESTC (1667, 1669, 1678, 1710).
Text from Poems: By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French (London: Printed by J. M. for H. Herringman, 1667). <Link to EEBO>
Text from Poems: By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French (London: Printed by J. M. for H. Herringman, 1667). <Link to EEBO>
Date of Entry
01/25/2006
