Pupills eye Rakes up the nastie sink of Heresie 1. ANd sits the Holy-land so dear and high In pious Soules esteem What tongue can then Thunder sufficient Veng'ance out and cry Against the lazie Basenes of those Men With equal Indignation who have let Vile Pagan Powers from Christians ravish it 2. Could this prodigious shame endured be By Romane hearts when on their Empires thront No other Prince was culminant but He Whom all the best of Bayes attended on Who like a bank against the torrent stood And turn'd the Gyant into Saru's flood 3. Who with his own Hand sent Razates down To his eternal Night who from the brow Of stern Cosrhoes shaked off his Crown Before Syrhoes cancell'd ' Natures law That He with vengeance might concur and by Dire Parricide make the Tyrant double die 4. Who wip'd the Romans ignominie out When He three hundred Eagles which had long Been mewed up in Persian Cages brought In triumph back and bad them flie among Their fellow-ensignes and as freely gaze As any of the brood on Phoebu's face 5. Who not these Banners onely did redeem But the great Standard of Religion too Which was so pretious in his esteem That he himselfe its Porter turn'd and so Made all his Empire stoop to that which he Upon his Shoulders bore to Calvarie 6. Alas Heraclius how has Heresie Attcheived what all Persia could not doe How has it made thine Eagles Pinions be Onely of use to flie before thy Foe Whilst one of Christs great Wills Thou tak'st away How canst Thou hope thine own Thou shalt enjoy 7. Loe the new Monster Mahomets bold Frie Like numerous Locusts from the Pit of Night Crawle into Palestine and there defie The blasted Powers of the Monothelite Loe they are to the Holy Citty come And Haumar robbs him of his Saviours Tombe 8. This rais'd in reverend Sophroniu's Breast A mighty Storm of Agonies to see His venerable Salem now possest By Saracenical Impiety And James his sacred Seat become the Throne For curs'd Apostasie to reign upon 9. He sigh'd and weep'd and finding no Reliefe From Heav'n or Earth for his loud Lamentation Resign'd himself unto victorious Grief And drown'd in his own Tears fulfill'd his Passion For why should I live longer here said he Still to be slain by what mine Eyes must see 10. And now the Land of Milk and Honey lay For more than foure full Ages over-flown With Mahumetick Poyson till a Ray Of vigorous Christian Gallantry shot down From Heav'n and by the Ermite Peters breath Blown to a Bonfire slam'd with holy Wrath. 11. With holy Wrath it slam'd in many a Breast But most in brave Bolonion Godfreys who In Steel and stronger Resolution drest Burnt with Desire to meet his Pagan Foe His Lorain can no longer hold him he Resolves another kinde of Duke to be 12. His Consecrated Legions he leads And in their Eyes their Quarrel doth display Above their Heads the bloody Crosse he spreads Which streamed in his awfull Standard They Smil'd at its goodly Look and cryed We Though in thy tincture ne'r will shrink from Thee 13. The Turkish Moon grew paler than before And in a cowardly Eclipse shrunk back When this bright Banner did its Terror poure Upon her face and open passage make To Victory for she was alwaies there And failed not to bring up Godfreys Rear 14. Thus lesser Asia from the Turkish Lore To Christs more gentle Yoak reduced is And there is nothing now but Salem more For Godfreyes Sword to free from its Distress Thither he march'd and soon Redeem'd the Place Where the whole Worlds Redemption acted was 15. Right Christian Hero ô how due to thee Was sacred Salems Crown and more than that How justly hath thy pious Victory Both Martial and Poetick Laurel got Whilst thy illustrious Name and Glory reigns In the Worlds Wonder and great Tasso's streins 16. But when by Death Heav'n sent for Godfrey home Baldwin his Brother both in Piety And Christian Valour took his royal Room Sidon and Ptolemais felt what he And his brave Troops in a just Cause could doe And so did Egypts mighty Caliph too 17. He to his Cosen Baldwin left his Throne And his entailed Gallantry with it Witnesse the routed Turks Confusion And Antioch which did to his Might submit And though a while he to the Persian bow'd Upon Damascu's King his strength he show'd 18. Then from his Turine Earldome Fulco role To sway this Sceptre who transmitted it Unto his Son young Baldwin over whose Surprised Powers stern Noradine did set His insolent foot but soon it ssipp'd and he Perforce restor'd his stollen Victory 19. His Death his Brother Almerik did raise Unto his Throne a Prince of active Might Whose Sword was fertile in triumphant Bays And glittered with Glories awfull Light All Ascalon beheld its noble flame When He from conquer'd Alexandria came 20. Baldwin his Sonn took up his Sceptre and Long sturdie Warr with Saladine maintain'd Till Leprosie seis'd on his Martial Hand And unto Resignation it constrain'd And Guy of Joppa was the Friend whom He Alone would trust to be his Deputie 21. Next Him his Nephew Baldwin stepp'd into The 〈◊〉 in which He scarcely settled was But 〈◊〉 undermined Him and so At 〈◊〉 Guy crowded into his Place 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Earl of Tripolis so deep That 〈◊〉 in desperate Plotts his Wrath did steep 22. With Suladine He deals and winns so fart On his proud Hopes that He perswades Him to Conjure against the Christians in a Warr Which soon attcheiv'd their fatal Overthrow For Arms and Treason so prevail'd that Guy And Salem with him did Subdued lie 23. Thus Barbarisme afresh did domineer In the Metropolis of Pietie Which roused up the Western Emperous On Pagani me the Power of Zeal to trie Surprised Syria at his Looks did quake And from his Conquests all the Turks flew back 24. But as this generous Frederik in his Might Rode bravely on his Horses fatal Fall Threw down the Conqueror into his Night Of Death When loe his noble Sonn by all The Army chose for General pursued His Fathers Stepps and where he went subdued 25. But what can Virtue doe when Fate withstands Upon this hopefull Sonn of Valour who Had no capacitie to fear the Hands Of Death from any Turk or Pagan Foe The Plague did seize and in his warlik Heart Fix'd its envenomed untimely Dart 26. Then English Richard and French Philip came And with new Western Bravery made good That mighty Loss the Lightning of their Fame Flashed before their Swords and like a Flood Incourag'd by two Torrents meeting They Swallow'd up all that dar'd oppose their Way 27. But cursed Discord the eternal Foe Of high Designs sent Philip back again Yet Richard on to Salem meant to goe Where He with Cyprus bought his right to reign And would had Englands Jarrs not call'd him home Have forced Saladine to make him room 28. Yet Martial Germanie her Nobles sent By
therefore by these glorious Preachers heer With high Solemnity was witness'd that His Crosses and his Nayls mysterious shame Thenceforth might not amaze or scandall them 298. Then Moses at his feet his Rod threw down In token that He had fulfill'd his Law And came to give a better of his own To which not onely Jacob's seed should bow But all the World whose largest farthest Bound With Jesus and his Gospell was to sound 299. That done a Veil He drew upon his face And cri'd Bright Lord this shade I us'd of old Because my count'nance too illustrious was For the blear eys of Israell to behold But now mine own have need of it to cover Them with the splendor with which thine run over 300. Thine Eyes a spectacle of fairer Bliss Than I of old beheld from Nebo's Head How well was I reserved then for this Days nobler priviledge not suffered To enter and my Wonder feed upon The farr less wonderous Sweets of Chanan 301. But in a generous meek Expostulation Elias argued with his glorious Lord And why said He in most triumphant fashion Did'st thou whirle Me to Heav'n and not afford Me leave to tast one Drop of Deaths cold Cup Since thou thy self resolv'st to drink it up 302. Must JESUS and must not Elias die Must God and not a Worme Forbid it Thou Who of all order art the Deitie And Death unto Mortality allow 〈◊〉 be contented with the last to stay 〈◊〉 till Time dies if then I also may 303. Yet for my self or Heav'n I would not die O no but glorious Lord for Thee alone In thy dear Cause and for thy Name if I The Roabs of Martyrdome may once put on My passage unto Heav'n shall brighter be Than when my flaming Coach transported Me. 304. But heer thy Spouse with a well-pleased Eye Dismiss'd them both Into his Chariot Elias leap'd and back to Heav'n did flie As swift as Arrow by the Tartar shot And Mose's wrapp'd his Veil about his Head And home to Abraham's Bosome hastened 305. When loe a beauteous Cloud roll'd on and spred Its shady Curtains on the Mountains Top In which his own Voice God had treasured And now it brake no other Rain did drop But this sweet Shoure This is my Darling Son Hear Him in whom my Joys doe dwell alone 306. The faint Disciples on their faces fell Amaz'd that Thunder could distinctly speak Mean while their Master did his Beams recall And charg'd his Glories all to hasten back His Godhead needed now no more probation That Glimps being doubled by Heav'ns Attestation 307. Forthwith his Rayes shrunk back into his breast And moderate Beautie repossest his face The orient Lustre which his Clothes had drest Unto their native hue resign'd its place And He returns to his Capacity Of what He long'd for Shame and Misery 308. But turn thee now to Salem ward and see Yon' monument of thy Lords power and Love That hill is Sion and that Pool where He Doth wet his foot is Siloam above Its Bottome lies for in the Mountains breast Its Springs of living Silver make their Nest. 309. Right honest are those Springs and brake not out By wanton Chance but upon Bus'ness flow'd What was th' occasion and how brought about Is not a Story known unto the Crowd But I deare Psyche will unlock to Thee The Bowells of this ancient Mystery 310. When Hezekias heer at Salem sate On Juda's Throne th' Assyrian Power swell'd high And turned sinfull Israell's florid State Into the worst of Woes Captivity For Assur was become an Iron Rod Which Veng'ance put into the Hand of God 311. That first Success so puff'd the Rod with Pride That it forgot the Hand which it did sway And now would needs it self become a Guide Unto it self and choose on what to prey Alas the rash Rods project soon was crost And neer two hundred thousand Twiggs it lost 312. Whilst Rabsheka the foule-mouth'd Generall With Horse and Men and Braggs and Blasphemie Lay against Salem on the suddaine all Provision of Water 'gan to be Short in the Town excepting Tears which now They could be spared least most high did flow 313. This venerable Esay mov'd to trie What He with Mercy and with Heav'n could doe He tun'd his Prayer by the Peoples Crie Which with such Violence to the Sphears did goe That back it bounded unto Sions foot On which He kneel'd and made the Spring leap out 314. The thirstie People all came flocking in Their Mouthes their Bottles and their Potts to fill Th' Assyrians wonderd what they meant but when They spi'd their business about the Well They made a Party out resolv'd to stopp The new-born Spring or else quite drink it up 315. The Citizens themselves to flight betook So did the Fountain too and shrunk its Head Into the Hill and called back its Brook Commanding every Dropp to goe to bed And not to prostitute themselves and be Deflowr'd by Assurs Lipps impurity 316. The Streams obey'd and swifter than the speed Of the impatient Horsmen homeward ran So when the prudent Dame has summoned Her crawling Frie from the incursion Of Violence the nimble Serpents shoot Themselves into their Mothers ready throat 317. The disappointed Souldiers rav'd and swore To see the Fountain mock and scorn them so And cri'd these Jewes have by some Magick Power Broached this weily Spring from Hell to doe Spight to Senacheribs strength and shew that We Cannot so strong as wretched Water be 318. Thus they retired in Disdain and Wrath When straight the thirsty Jewes came back again And loe the Spring found out its former path And courteously met them on the Plain Kissing their feet and smiling in their face For whose sole Service He so watchfull was 319. Thus checkering his Work he never fails To faile his Foes and to befriend his Friends Full often Assur tries but ne'r prevails The wary nimble Fountain alway sends Him empty back And yet could not refuse With liberall Streams to wait upon the Jewes 320. Thus the Sabbatick Fount which all the Week Keeps close at home and lets no Drop spurt out Exactly watches and attends the Break Of the seav'nth Day and then as quick as thought Poures out its Flood and sacrifices all Its Plenty to that holy Festivall 321. A Man there was who from his Mothers Womb Retired Natures dark and secret Shop Into the World but not to light had come Whose Birth did Him and not his Eyes set ope Compar'd with Him cleer-sighted was the Owle So was the evening Batt and earthed Moule 322. For on his brow sate an anneiled Night Which his Birth-Day could not confute In vain His Mother hired the Physitians Might To war against that Shaddow and constrain That imbred sturdy Blacknesse to relent In vain her money and her love she spent 323. Lesse thick the Darknesse was which did revenge The lustfull glances of old Sodoms Eyes When the hot Lovers damped by a strange Invasion of Pitch with
own did ever wet 290. These Hands and Feet with cruell Nailes they make Sure to the Crosse and fasten Him unto His Pains and Death What heart-strings would not crack To see these tender Veins broke open so What Tears could keep at home and not gush out With those dear Streams which now flowd all about 291. Sure none who dare the Name of Christian wear Can with such stony Hearts this story read As not to feel these Nails their Bosomes tear And 〈◊〉 their tender Contemplations bleed For how can living genuine Members be Not wounded with their Heads calamity 292. But these inhumane Torturers shouting loud In desperate applause of their own Sin Rear up the Crucifix and then grow proud To see this Trophe of their Rage So when Harpies on heaps have heap'd their butcher'd Prey They smile and clap their Wings with cursed Joy 293. Then on each hand a Theife they 〈◊〉 For when they on his Person no more shame Could heap they labour by this Companie To make the World suppose Him one of Them Alas He knew no other Theft but this To steal his Torturers to heav'nly Blisse 294. For whilst between these Bryars like the Rose Or like fair Virtue twixt her foule Extreems He fastned is He plots against his Foes And projects how to pay Them Diademes For these his Tortures unto Heav'n he flies On Loves stout wings and to his Father cries 295. Father By all the Sweets of that dear Name Regard the Prayer of thy Dying Son By this my Crosse and all its noble Shame By these four Wounds which with full Current run By all these Thorns which grow upon my Head And those which in my Heart are fastened 296. Remember not the Sin of these poor Men Who through blinde Zeal perceive not what they doe Though foolish yet they are my Bretheren O spare Them then Let not their Error who Occasion all the Worlds most Soveraign Blisse Make their own Soules their proper Portion misse 297. Thus for the rav'ning Wolves the Lamb doth pray The Partridge for the Hawks O mighty Love Which all the Injuries of this cruel Day Cannot supprefle The more the Torturers strove To wreak upon Him their elaborate Spight The more his Mercy tries on Them it s Might 298. Thus when Arabian Odours 〈◊〉 be Their sweet revenge they on their 〈◊〉 take By pouring out to them 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Of pure Perfumes whole 〈◊〉 doth 〈◊〉 speak Of Griefe or Anger but is 〈◊〉 In the kinde language of 〈◊〉 Sent 299. Thus when the tender Vine is nailed fast Unto the Propp and by the Pruning Knife Robb'd of her Branches She takes no distaste At all those deep entrenchments on her life But with a bounteous Vintage strives to cheer The Heart of Him who thus had wounded Her 300. But what care salvage They who scorn to be Softned by Kindenesse Wax indeed may run At the warm Touch of High-noon's Charity But for did Mud and Clay although the Sun Doth with his kindest Rayes about them flow Instead of Melting onely harder grow 301. They think that Jesus has more need to pray For his own Selfe than them and with disdain 〈◊〉 at his unask'd-for Kindenesse They 〈◊〉 themselves how to divide their Gam This was his Clothes the Lambs poor plunder'd Fleece The simple prize of their high Villanies 302. His other Garments they divide and share But finding that his seamlesse Vesture was All of one Texture they contented are To offer the decision of the Case To Fortunes Sentence and conclude by Lot To give that whole they thought too good to Cut. 303. Too good they thought this Common Web to be Mangled and torn yet with the self-same heart Abhorred not his pretious Flesh to see All gash'd and rent by Hatreds utmost Art The Butcher thus thinks fit the Skin to keep Intire although He quarter out the Sheep 304. Mean while arrayed in his naked Gore Sweet Jesus hangs betwixt the Heav'n and Earth Like one of Both rejected and does poure The Worlds red Price at four wide Flood-gates forth An Object of more Pitty never yet Was seen nor one which reaped lesse of it 305. All Passengers without Regard went on And turn'd their unkinde backs upon his Woes Yet well it were if this Neglect alone Made Warr against his Patience but from those Who to this pitch of Sorrows rais'd him He Feets new assaults of positive Misery 306. For not contented with their Nails and Thorns To digg his pretious Body now they strive To pierce his Soule with ignominious Scorns To wound his Meeknesse and his Sufferings grieve As if his Pains and Crosse would not suffice Unlesse he mocked and reviled dies 307. They point their fingers and their heads they shake And then their crueller Tongues and thus they crie Remember what your Pride once pleas'd to speak You in three Dayes yon' Fabrick could destroy And rear it up again yet mighty Sir The Temple stands and You are hanged here 308. For shame make good your boasted Power and now Command those Nails to leave your Hands and Feet Command your Crosse before your face to bow Command your lost Blood to return and meet Your gaping Wounds Is 't not high time to save Your Selfe if you resolve to scape your Grave 309. O no the Elders Scribes and Priests replie Though many Seeming Wonders He has done Though he has cured many a Maladie Though he has conjur'd up Salvation For others yet We know for certain He Cannot unto himselfe a Saviour be 310. No lying Prophet ever yet was known Who once into the hands of Justice brought Could by his power of Witchcraft reach his own Deliverance and work his Carcase out Of Chains or Tortures for if this might be How could we know Heav'ns Truth from Forgery 311. Now it appears by Whose Assistance He Mix'd with his bare Word that miraculous Strength Which charm d the Peoples fond Credulity But Belzebub is wise enough at length To leave his Instrument to Iustice when His utmost Mischiefe He has done to Men. 312. Now it appears what small cause Pilate had To shake his Head at our importunate Crie Had not our Zeal that 〈◊〉 Onset made On his abused Lordships Lenity This rank Impostor then repreeved might Have still pass d for a Wonder-working Wight 313. Yet if the potent King of Israel now Will but vouchsafe to Step down from this Tree And to his Subjects doubtfull Hearts allow This Proof of his divine Supremacy For our parts We are ready here and will Beleeve his Pow'r and his Commands fulfill 314. What can he more expect of Us who here Attend upon him in his deepest shame Waiting till He will please Clouds to clear Which damp the lustre of his glorious Name So fain would We unto our King to day Would He assert Himselfe our homage pay 315. But silly King he cannot stir you see No though his Kingdome lieth at the Stake He talk'd as if the Clouds his Coach should be
once did reign In the admired Porch hung dead and drie And chained Zeno knit his Brows in vain To see that Doctrine which cost Him so deer By conquering Truth hung up in triumph heer 86. And yet some comfort 't was that He beheld The Pythagorean Prudence hanging by And its great Master though He would not yeild It fit for Men with Flesh to satisfie Their hunger forc'd by Madness now to eat Himselfe and make his chained Arms his Meat 87. Nor had the Epicurean Discipline Better successe for it was Captive here Where both with shame and hunger it did 〈◊〉 Paying full dear for its luxuriant Cheer All lank and thin it hung like nothing lesse Than the full treasurie of voluptuousnes 88. Thâ—â— AEgyptian learning black as blackest Hell Where it was bred and born hung also here Nor could invent with all its Magick skill Any mysterious Charm or Character To conjure down it self from that disgrace To which â—â—rait Prisner here it fastned was 89. By these the 〈◊〉 snatch'd from the furthest Parts Of the strange Indian 〈◊〉 hung one by one The proud Gymnosophists and Braehmans Arts For noble Bartholomew did thither run And Thomas too by Heav'ns direction sent Who spred their Conquests wheresoe'r they went 90. So did the Persians Astrologick skill And what in Balaams Midian Schole was taught A mighty prize was this as being full With thousand Sects of various Learning fraught Yet none of these could Calculate that they Should unto Catholick Truth become a Prey 91. Nor did the Academick Glory scape Although fage Plato rais'd it fair and high For here it hung in contemptible shape Appearing more like reverend foolery Than genuine Wisdome and lamenting that It reach'd so near to Truth yet reach'd it not 92. Next this the Oracles of the Stagirite That God of Logicall and wrangling Brains Hung all in wounded miserable plight Unable to confute their conquering Chains And wish'd that they their Masters fate had seen And with him drown'd in Euripus had been 93. On one side of the Hall these marshall'd were And on the other full as great a Crew For all the Sadducean Points hung there Too late lanenting what they found most true That they from thence should no Redemption have Who held no Resurrection from the Grave 94. And in the same condition hanging was Wicked 〈◊〉 and woefull now Perceiving that to its distressed Cause Its rotten Deitie could no help allow That Herod proved no such kinde of thing As Christ of Glory and of Power King 95. 〈◊〉 Prudence also had its share Among the rest in this Captivitie Although its ways and grounds and doctrines were Neerest of kin to Truth and Firmitie Indeed she made the least resistance and Was therefore tyed in the gentler band 96. But puff'd with zealous Ignorance and Pride The 〈◊〉 Discipline held out With bold defiance and a good while tri'd Whether she or this Champion were more stout And much she might have done had truth not been 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to bring her Prisner in 97. Yet after Her innumerable fries Of foule and desperate Vermine undertook The War again and by degrees did rise From sucking sneaking Schisms untill they broke Into the monstrous amplitude of those Black Heresies whose depth Hell onely knows 98. The Authors lately in their native Pit Psyche beheld and here the Brood She sees The hideous Portents of malicious Witt And pretie-pretending Villanies Which now perforce did their own shame confess All hanging in their odious Nakednes 99. They naked hung yet clothed in their Gore Which Liverie too they gave unto the Wall Whilst they with rage their viperous Members tore And upon one another spit their Gall Stark mad their huge and warlike selves to see The Subjects of eternal Triumph be 100. Heroick were these Spectacles But yet The upper end of this illustrious Hall With gallanter Memorials was beset For all about upon the mighty Wall Hung goodly Tables offring to the Ey A full account of larger Victory 101. The first subdued Asia did display Where Conquest at Jerusalem begun Her noble Progresse breaking ope her way Quite through the Heart of every Region Nor staid her Chariot untill it met The â—ising Sun's and fairer shew'd than it 102. The second generous Europe did present The Queen of Arms and Arts and yet too weak And silly to confute or stop the dint Of Christian genuine Lustre which did break Through all her Quarters till both Rome and Grecce Yeilded and su'd for Euangelick Peace 103. Hot sandy Africk boiled in the Third Where all its Monsters gentle grew and tame Not frighted by the lightning of the Sword But mollifi'd by Christs all-conquering Name Which wun though with an Eunuch it began At length the mightiest and compleatest Man 104. The Fourth was but prophetick yet in which Decyphered was a strange untutored World In golden Mines and Veins of Silver rich But poor in every thing beside and hurld To the Back-side of all these Parts which then Were known unto this Universe's Men. 105. Yet was the Church assur'd that she should through The vast Atlantick reach her conquering Arm And on that Western Ev'n her East bestow Which Pagan Hearts with heav'nly Heats might warm She was assur'd her Baptism Streams upon The wealthy Shore of noble Plate should run 106. When Psyche had her Admiration to These splendid Marvells paid which one by one Phylax expounded Her he hasts to goe For goodlier Sights said He this Mansion Does yet afford These but the Preface be And poor enough to what thou now shalt see 107. With that He up a princely Stair-case brings Her to the Presence-chamber of the Queen O what illustrious and celestial Things Where in this Shrine of holy Glories seen Which whilst to Psyche Phylax Pointed He Was ravished well neer as much as She. 108. This pretious Pavement first observe said He Thy foot ne'r trampled on such Worth as this The Floors no less than pure Humility Which lies as smooth as Politures own Dress Yet softer than those Carpets are whose sweet And silken Kisses flatter Princes feet 109. The Walls are built of neither Wood nor Stone No nor of Brasse of Silver or of Gold Or any Substance which Duration Can make decrepite as it groweth old O no the rich Materials are such As wretched Weaknesse must not dare to touch 110. For they of Strength and of Securitie A mixture are and Correspondence keep With their Foundation which doth fixed lie Upon a Rock that scorns what all the Deep Can doe against it And these Walls disdain The stoutest Pow'rs which in the Aire do reign 111. The Roof whose patent Arch and azure Hue Like Heav'ns Epitomie above doth flow With no Hypocrisie deludes the view Being conscious of more worth than it doth show Whate'r it seems unto thy mortal Sense It is no less than God's own Providence 112. Those middle Pillars which so stoutly set Their lusty shoulders under it are cast Of sound
Breath doth wake The flowrie Eyes of Lebanon or plays Against his pretious Boughs the Odours take The soft alarm and their sweet Powers raise So this rich Vestures blessed smell replies To the least Call of every Gale that flies 140. In either Hand she held a massie Key Which like two Scepters she did stoutly sway The one of beaten burnish'd Gold which she Hug'd in her Right-hand for the royall way Through Heav'ns bright Gate is alway locked up Except this priviledg'd Key doth set it ope 141. That in her Left of swarthy Iron is A fatal dreadfull Key which locks the Door Of everlasting Torments foule Abyss Where Anathematized Soules doe 〈◊〉 Proud Belzebub although he Soveraign be Of Hell yet keeps not his own Kingdomes Key 142. The Diadems of gareish Gold and Gems Unto the 〈◊〉 of mortal Kings she leaves An heav'nly flame about Her 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And a full Crown of living glory 〈◊〉 Which Miter-like and like the mystick 〈◊〉 Of Cloven-Tongnes of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 doth 〈◊〉 143. But for a Canopie above her head No Babylonian Embroydery No Tyrian nor Phrygian Texture's spread No artificiall Help of Majesty No State which cannot last if by the aid Of Pillars and of Cords it be not staid 144. A Dove not hatch'd in sublunary Nest Nor hatch'd at all but of eternal Breed Weigh'd on his equal Wings takes up his rest At neer but comely Distance o'r her Head Where by his wide-spred silver Fethers 〈◊〉 Becomes her Ornament and 〈◊〉 145. This was the Queen on whom as Psyche gazed Thou hast no canse my Dear said 〈◊〉 so At her high Gallantry to be amazed If thou but know'st what is her Name and who The King her Spouse O pitty then cri'd she Sweet Tutor this my Ignorance and Me. 146. He by a speaking Smile at first then by These Words his modest Pupill satisfi'd This Queen Ecclesia is unto the high And mighty King of Kings the soveraign Bride Poor of her Selfe and sprung from Mortal Race But thus advanced by his bounteous Grace 147. Those Princes whom the foolish World admire Are fain to make a tedious Search to finde Ladies whose florid Beauties may conspire With the 〈◊〉 of their lustfull Minde And often for a Dowry hunt that so The Mayd and Money they may Marry too 148. But it becomes Heav'ns Emperour to make Rather than seek a Spouse which him may please Nor can it with his Greatnesse stand to take A Portion with his Bride who Owner is Of more than thine or Phoebu's larger Eye Could in his furthest Travells e'r descry 149. She crooked was alas and black before A Throne on which Deformity did reign Such heaps of odious Blains and Boils such Store Of Wrinkles and Distortions such plain Right-down Uncleannesse could not any where Be found in one Colluvies but in Her 150. Indeed when first She in her Filth was born No friendly Hand came in to wash her clean Or cut her Navel helplesse and foriorn In her foule Blood She lay till be sent in His yearning Providence Relief to give Which on Deaths brink commanded her to live 151. She liv'd but still so as her life confest By its Procession what its Entrance was Yet when all other Lovers did detest The thought of her most ougly vile Embrace Jesus stepps in and cries Why may nor she Grow beauteous by my Superfluity 152. Then from 〈◊〉 exuberant Store of his own Graces Ten thousand rich and radiant Things he takes Which all about the wondering Mayd he places And of a Worm this Queen of Glory makes Who as thou 〈◊〉 thus Embellished Prepared was for his 〈◊〉 Bea. 153. And that his Empresse might attended be With a Retinue suitable unto Her royal Selfe that Train Magnificent He Both furnish'd and maintaineth for Her Loe With what prest forwardnesse they waiting are About her sparkling Throne and fairer Her 154. The first Rank's of no lesse than threescore Queens Who yet can from her Service Honor take The next's of fourscore goodly Concubines But they which doe the outmost Orders make Where in a Number numberless thy flow Are Virgins all both chaste and white as snow 155. These were the lesser Churches which were spread About the World so thick in ever Place Yet still their Strength and their Dependance had From this most Catholik Majesty which was Diffus d as wide as they and never found That Land or Sea which could its Progresse boun 156. These every Morn and every Evening raise Their homage in religious Anthems high Paying both Admiration and Praise To Her the Monarch of all Piety Since They to Her but Tributaries are For she alone the Soveraign Crown doth wear 157. But mark that 〈◊〉 whose Station is Before the 〈◊〉 Mayds of true 〈◊〉 which Injoy the 〈◊〉 this Queen to 〈◊〉 Their Hands alone adorn her with those rich Embellishments which round about her shine And make her look so heav'nly and divine 158. That 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Mayd is Unity Whose noble Office is to buckle on Her 〈◊〉 golden 〈◊〉 and to see That close and fast this 〈◊〉 be done And how her Duty she performeth Thou By the Queens small and dainty Waste mayst know 159. That sober Matrone in whose stayed Eye And venerable Face so fair are writ The awfull Lines of Heav'n is Sanctity Who every Morn before the Queen doth set Her Selfe to be the Glasse where she may see What Dresse will best become her Majesty 160. The next whose soft and yeilding Looks confesse The temper of her Heart is Patience Her Empresse she doth deck with Tendernesse And makes her slow and loth to take Offence That all her Subjects by her Softnesse may Be charm'd so kinde a Princesse to obey 161. But Magnanimity that high-look'd She Joins to that Mildnesse stout and active Fire This that Virago is which scorrs to see Any exploit of Gallantry out-vie Her Ecclesia's brows with Bravery she doth build And stoutly helps her both her Keyes to weild 162. She whose wide-open Breasts so fairly swell And wears as large a Purse ope by her side Who looks about to see where she may spill Her teeming Charities everlasting Tide Is Bounty Almner to the Queen whom she Doth also dresse with Smiles and Suavity 163. That other whose ev'n Look was never knit Into a frown nor loos'd into a Smile Whose right Hand holds a Sword whose left a fit And equal Balance Justice is who still As Cases come her Ladies Eyes doth dresse Either with Anger or with Friendlinesse 164. That amiable sweet complexion'd Mayd Is 〈◊〉 which keeps the Queen so feir In all Distempers she with ready And Her 〈◊〉 Health and Beauty doth repair Her Body sound her Skin she maketh sleek She with 〈◊〉 Roses trimms her lovely Cheek 165. Those other Virtues also every one Their several Office have But Psyche now Observe that neighbour Combination Who Virgins also are that thou mayst know By their great Worth how glorious is she Whose houshold
writ Upon the middle Pallat of the Hall Was hung by Psyche 〈◊〉 Command that it Might of their Duties daily warn them all So is the Rod stuck up at Schole whose look Doth awe the idle Children to their Book 89. But She to practise what was now Decreed Begins with Them who easiest were to tame That their Example afterward might breed A strong and stinging Argument of shame To lash those Servants who more manly were If they more weakly should their Task forbear 90. Her Porters five shee called one by one Their several Instructions to take Opsis was first to whom she thus begun Although thy Place and Nature Thee doe make In most Discoveries apt and quick yet I Further than thou can into some things spy 91. Beleeve Me then thou hast most need to be Jealous of what usurpeth Beauties face Danger is politick and Treachery Too wise to lodge in a suspected Place The richest Soil the rankest Weeds doth bear The deepest Holes in silent Rivers are 92. That Apple which bewitch'd our Grandames Eyes Was in Pomona's goodliest Roab array'd It s plump and ruddy Cheeks did fairly rise And seeming Smiles in all its Count'nance playd But yet such Venome in its Juice did lie As pour'd on all the World Mortality 93. Fair were the Grapt unto good Noahs Eye Nor with lesse Pleasure faun'd they on his Taste His unsuspecting Heart was also by Their sweet Inchantments ravish'd till at last His treacherous Guest tripp'd up his heels and bore Him over shamefully upon the Floor 94. Elisha's Servant saw no cause of Fear In the Wilde Vine whose Gourds did him invite To fill his Lap so delicate they were And held such Correspondence with his sight Yet cheated Man He did he knew not what And shred abundant Death into the Pot. 95. The wisest Prince but Heav'nly Wisdomes King To Folly was betrayed by his Eyes Which in his Queens bright Beauties rioting Prevailed with Him first to Idolize Those Female Powers and then fall down before What he set up and Stocks and Stones ad ore 96. When Juda's Eyes would needs enamored be Of dangerous Monies gaudy glistering face Those richer Beams they could no longer see Whos 's pure Exuberance did his Masters grace But he blinde Traytor to eternal Night Betray'd himselfe in scorning Jesu's light 97. That gorgeous Fruit which dangled on the Trees That shaded Asphaltite's cursed shore Out-vi'd in fragrant Gold th' Hesperides Renouned Boughs and more Enticements wore Upon its Cheeks and yet this Statelinesse Was but of Ashes and of Stinks the Dresse 98. Be wary then in time for fear some Bait Doe ssiely steal an Hook into thine Eye For fear some sweet and beauteous Deceit Poure Bitternesse on thy Credulity Security delights in Fears meek Cell But scorns in Confidence's Towers to dwell 99. Thou never wilt repent thee of thy Cost If thou Watch before thine Eyes dost set Two nimble Lids thou alway ready hast Which if thou wilt all Dangers out can shut O let it not be said that thou dost keepe Those Curtains onely to enclose thy sleep 100. When Dinah's Eyes would needs be gadding out And walk in Hamors Court though honest she Onely to feed her curious Fancy sought Insnar'd she was in Shechems Treachery And silly Mayden suddenly became An Holocaust to Lusts unhappy Flame 101. Be prudent then and never waste thy Look On any Thing but what concerneth thee Thy proper Bus'nesse is the safest Book On which thy Studies can imployed be If thou on any other cast thine Eyes Thou onely Errors readst and Heresies 102. Thou se'st what Task I set Thee that thou mayst Be safe and happy as my Selfe would be So shall thy Tears be uselesse when Thou hast No Crimes to wash so shall the Bravery Of thy sweet Beams for ever be intire And fear no mischief from Hells gloomy Fire 103. The time will surely come and shortly too Which will this Abstinence of thine requite When thou shalt rove and unrestreined goe Through all the Beauties which make Heav'n so bright Discredit not with Earthly sights those Eyes Which are design'd to read the glorious skies 104. The glorious skies and what more glorious is The gallant Eyes of Jesus whose divine Irradiations of eternall Bliss And royal sweetnes upon them shall shine When they have done their duty here beneath And shall by Him awakened be from death 105. Which duty surely never will be done By dwelling on that Mirrour in thine Hand That brittle Embleme of Corruption Which though a polish'd out-side doth commend Is yet welneer as sleight a thing and vain As is the Image that it doth sustain 106. This Charge with anxious and dejected Look Opsis receiv'd and trembled at its weight That tremor threw her Mirrour down and broke It on the ground which she observing strait With many a foolish Tear its Death lamented And took her leave unwillingly contented 107. The next was Acoe who came dancing in And with her wanton fingers tripped o'r Her tickled Lute by which she hop'd to win The favour of her awfull Soveraign for She felt the Pulse of every string to see Where d well'd the sweetest Soule of Melodie 108. Psyche untill the Galiards Close was mute But then she said now lend thy heed to mee Who will requite thy Layes I grant thy Lute Cheerd and encourag'd by Arts Braverie May pant thee Airs more sweet in thy esteem Than from my Lips into thine Ears can stream 109. But what is sweetest is not alwayes best And therefore not so sweet as is its Name Else the Inchanters Pipe must be confest To merit all the loudest Trumps of Fame Although its Tunes Hels dangerous Hisses be Skinn'd fairely over with false Harmonie 110. Else should the warbling Siren be preferr'd Before the Linet and the Nightingale Although no roaring Tempest e'r were heard Which with more certain Poril did assaile The Mariner unlesse with timely Care Against her Musick He seal'd up his Ear. 111. Else the Hyaena who with friendly tone Knocks at the Door unto the Lambs should be As courteous as his Salutation Though all his meaning be but Treacherie And that same Mouth which them bespake so fair Prepared be the silly Sheep to tear 112. Else should the Parasite whose Trade it is To feed and cloath Himself by praising Thee And stroaking all thy rankling Wickednesse Be a more usefull trustie Friend than He Who for thy breeding Cankers sure prevention Applies the Corrosive of sound Reprehension 113. Remember Acoe with what wiley Words The Serpent ointed Eve's imprudent Ears Yet all the Syllables were two-edg'd swords Long-bearded Arrows or envenomed Spears Which flew not onely through Her carelesse Heart But to the End of all the World did dart 114. That Serpent seeing what himself had done Took wise and wary Warning ever since So did his cunning Generation Who stop their Ears against the Influence Of soft Enchantments And it can be no Disgrace to learn a Virtue of thy Foe