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but only undergoes a change “ omnia irmtantur, nihil intent, 5 ’ and migrates 
into different bodies, as is thus expressed by Ovid, 
Of bodies chang’d to various forms I sing, 
The selfsame soul still pointing whence they spring. 
For his several metamorphoses proceed from the different embodying of the 
spirit. Hence Virgil, 
——-———some have taught 
That bees have portions of ethereal thought, 
Endu’d with particles of heav’nly fires; 
For God the whole created mass inspires: 
Thro’ heav’n, and earth, and ocean’s depth, he throws 
His influence round, and kindles as he goes, 
Hence flocks, and herds, and men, and beasts, and fowls. 
With breath are quicken’d, and attract their souls: 
Hence take the form his prescience did ordain. 
And into him at length resolve again. 
No room is left for death, they mount the sky. 
And to their own congenial planets fly. 
Virgil likewise gives us, in another place, further insight into this 
doctrine of Pythagoras, that the souls of man, brute, and insect, were 
emanations from the Deity, and that the soul appeared brighter, or more 
obscured, according as the systems were organized, which received It: 
Know first, that heav’n and earth’s compacted frame. 
And flowing waters, and starry flame, 
And both the radiant lights, one common soul 
Inspires and animates the whole. 
This active mind, infus’d through all the space, 
Unites and mingles with the mighty mass: 
Hence men and beasts the breath of life obtain. 
And birds of air, and monsters of the main; 
The ethereal vigour is in all the same. 
And every soul is fill’d with equal Jlcime ; 
As much as earthly limbs, and gross allay, 
Of mortal members, subject to decay, > 
Blunt not the beams of heav’n and edge of day. ' 
DrYDE J5T. 
Yon mighty ladder let his feet ascend, 
With sapphires studded, and refulgent gold; 
To heav’n’s high arch its lofty steps ascend, 
And sev’n wide gates their radiant valves unfold. 
Of various metals wrought, those portals gleam, 
And, through yon orbs, the souls migration shew; 
Now spotless shining in the solar stream. 
Now darkly toiling in the spheres below. 
Where’er he wanders let his lips prolong, 
To him who rolls the spheres, th’ exulting song! 
Maurice. 
