...I try...
Since no Material Stroke the Soul can feel,
The smart of Fire, or yet the Edge of Steel.
As little can it Worldly Joys partake,
Though it the Body does its Agent make,
And joyntly with it Servile Labour bear,
For Things, alas, in which it cannot share.
Surveigh the Land and Sea by Heavens embrac't,
Thou'lt find no sweet th'Immortal Soul can taste:
Why dost thou then, O Man! thy self torment
Good here to gain, or Evils to prevent?
~ Anne Kiligrew "The Miseries of Man"
