Classic Poem

Who truly longs the truth to see
Nor would with errour blinded bee,
Inward lett him bend his sight,
And to himselfward turne the light,
And teach his minde to find, the things
Shee seekes without, in her owne springs.
So what was clowded late will soone
Be cleere and open as the Noone.
The soule, in Earthy matter drencht,
Has not all her fyer quencht.
Some sparks of truth doe still remaine,
Which learning fanns into a flame.
For how could wee so readyly
Sometimes to questions reply
Wee ne're were taught, unless some Ray
Undrowned in the bottome lay?
And if that Plato be divine
His Muse doth learning thus define
To bee a rubbing up of what
Wee knew before and had forgott.