body and soul

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 its spite to try, has made me live to let me die.

A body that could never rest, since this ill spirit it possest.

"A dialogue between the soul and the body - Andrew Marvell"