He can as yet generate no sufficing or worthy form natural to himself.

But the utterance is not therefore untrue.

There was no professional bias to cause the stream of Ben Jonson's verses to flow in that channel.

Indeed, feeling without thought, and the consequent combination of impulse to speak with lack of matter, is the cause of much of that common-place utterance concerning things of religion which is so wearisome, but which therefore it is not always fair to despise as cant.
About the same age as Ben Jonson, though the date of his birth is unknown, I now come to mention Thomas Heywood, a most voluminous writer of plays, who wrote also a book, chiefly in verse, called _The Hierarchy of the Blessed Angels_, a strange work, in which, amongst much that is far from poetic, occur the following remarkable metaphysico-religious verses.

He had strong Platonic tendencies, interesting himself chiefly however in those questions afterwards pursued by Dr.Henry More, concerning witches and such like subjects, which may be called the shadow of Platonism.
I have wandered like a sheep that's lost, To find Thee out in every coast: _Without_ I have long seeking bin, _been._ Whilst thou, the while, abid'st _within_.
Through every broad street and strait lane Of this world's city, but in vain, I have enquired.