l. 19-40: Compare with these the lines, inferior indeed, but themselves

remarkable, and showing how strongly Cowley felt on this matter, which occur in his _Ode to Dr. Harvey_, the discoverer of the circulation of the blood:

‘Thus Harvey sought for truth in Truth’s own book, The creatures; which by God Himself was writ, And wisely thought ’twas fit Not to read comments only upon it, But on the original itself to look. Methinks in art’s great circle others stand, Locked up together, hand in hand, Every one leads as he is led, The same bare path they tread, And dance like fairies a fantastic round, But neither change their motion nor their ground.’

The same thought reappears, and again remarkably expressed, although under quite different images, in his _Ode to Mr. Hobbs_. These are a few lines:

‘We break up tombs with sacrilegious hands, Old rubbish we remove. To walk in ruins like vain ghosts we love, And with fond divining wands We search among the dead For treasure burièd, Whilst still the liberal earth does hold So many virgin mines of undiscovered gold.’

Dryden in some remarkable lines addressed to Dr. Charleton expresses the same sense of the freedom with which Bacon had set free the study of nature, and the bondage from which he had delivered it:

‘The longest tyranny that ever swayed, Was that wherein our ancestors betrayed Their freeborn reason to the Stagirite, And made his torch their universal light. So truth, while only one supplied the State, Grew scarce and dear, and yet sophisticate; Still it was bought, like emp’ric wares or charms, Hard words, sealed up with Aristotle’s arms.’