A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body Lyrics
A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body - Phil Shoenfelt
Written by：Marvell/Phil Shoenfelt/Shoenfelt
O who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslav'd so many ways
With bolts of bones that fetter'd stands
In feet and manacled in hands
Here blinded with an eye and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear
A soul hung up as 'twere in chains
Of nerves and arteries and veins
Tortur'd besides each other part
In a vain head and double heart
O who shall me deliver whole
From bonds of this tyrannic soul
Which stretch'd upright impales me so
That mine own precipice I go
And warms and moves this needless frame
A fever could but do the same
And wanting where it's spite to try
Has made me live to let me die
A body that could never rest
Since this ill spirit it possest
What magic could me thus confine
Within another's grief to pine
Where whatsoever it complain
I feel that cannot feel the pain
And all my care itself employs
That to preserve which me destroys
Constrain'd not only to endure
Diseases but what's worse the cure
And ready oft the port to gain
Am shipwreck'd into health again
But physic yet could never reach
The maladies thou me dost teach
Whom first the cramp of hope does tear
And then the palsy shakes of fear
The pestilence of love does heat
Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat
Joy's cheerful madness does perplex
Or sorrow's other madness vex
Which knowledge forces me to know
And memory will not forego
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit
So architects do square and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew