The "active soul doth not consume with rust"

— Watkyns, Rowland (c. 1614-1664)

Work Title
The "active soul doth not consume with rust"
Metaphor in Context
The Poets Soliloquy

Why do I droop, like flowers opprest with rain?
What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain?
I like a Sparrow on the house alone
Do sit, and like a Dove I mourn and groan:
Doth discontent, or sad affliction bind,
And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind?
No, no, I know the cause; I do retire,
To quench old flames, and kindle better fire:
It is my comfort to escape the rude
And sluttish trouble of the multitude:
Flowers, rivers, woods, the pleasant air and wind,
With Sacred thoughts, do feed my serious mind:
My active soul doth not consume with rust,
I have been rub'd, and now are free from dust.
Let moderation rule my pensive way;
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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.