feel them tho before incomparably Sick VVhich venom'd by my sin with deadly smart Pierce through the inmost fibres of my heart IV. All Salutary Juice thine angry breath consume That only fumes Most pestilent remain more black and foul Than blackest smoke more hot than fire In glowing compact Ire Almighty Sire O what a Tophet is a guilty soul My guilty soul which robs her servant body of all rest As if each part VVith the most skilful torturing art VVere Day and Night opprest V. Each Joint resolv'd with pains By sad but justest Law lets and sucks in O had I forethought the sad gains And so doth spread abroad the deadly poison of my sin That I throughout infernal dolours find From thy displeasure and my conscious mind VVhich apprehends imprisons hales to Judgment tries attests arraigns Convicts condemns to racking pains And tho not kills Yet every hour with crouds of long-liv'd deaths it fills VI. VVhat can ye more my threatning sins whose mighty tow'ring waves Alarm Heaven depress me to the Graves Of a dread deep striving to rise despair Still keeps me down whose weight what Sampson's back can bear Yet darling Furies will ye more To me already one great sore Alas 't is through mine own Chirurgery That thus in Stench I lye And float in mine own vile impurity Rash folly seeking a too hasty calm But slightly searcht before unskilfully it skinn'd the wound with balm That now my festered sores recrude and I Bow'd down with languid eyes all day Go on my way And wash my steps with tears most mournfully VII How still my painful bowels burn VVith noisom flames of divers kinds of bruitish lust VVhich to drought all moisture turn And from my heart To every near and distant part Cause and communicate a raging thirst After these waters whence thou grief hadst thy first spring Impoison'd with fair Paradice's sting Of which yet wretched man I sought A greedy draught Which so diffus'd the Poison that from Head To Foot a Plague is spread A Plague which scorns all the Cathartick Medicines Ta'en from rich Natures hand By Sea and Land And which the best of Art refines And only yields to what blest Jesu great Jehovah thou gav'st in thy bloody sweat One drop whereof appli'd as well design'd Can antidote the Plagues of all mankind VIII Then Lord what else remains But that I forthwith flee To thee for remedy And shew thee Boundless Goodness all my Pains Tho broken-hearted in strong cries Which may tho from a horrid deep yet pierce the lofty Skies Let them approach thy Mercy 's Throne Who hearest every lowly sigh and hearty heavy groan Thou know'st the whole of my desire Quench not but fan with thy kind breath the smoaking Flax's fire Break not the bruised Reed Nor kill All-love the heart that doth already bleed See how it pants beats with fear Trembles with presaging care That I most like a feeble Reed appear To every breath and fill with dismal tones all round the mournful Air. IX Sight fails my clouded eyes which once were crown'd With glorious Sunbeams now a night profound Invelops all that I can see Nought but my woful misery And how my dearest Lovers far far from me blushing flye Which in my bosom use to lye Blest Angels and thou boundless Source of Love Most chast and undefiled Dove Who loath to lye Near such a Sty As I of vile Impurity Nor dare they join with mine their hands Whom Nature join'd to me in strictest bands Nay and the venerable name Of Friend abhors my shame Friends look from far But dare not to draw near They fearful are To greet the wounded Deer X. Dark Angels and their numerous Race The wicked World triumph in my disgrace My Soul 's proud Foes with Glory lift their Horns And add to misery their scorns Which gore my wounded breast like Thorns Nor want they Stratagems to strive That I my grief might never more survive At least survive true Penitent So is their Malice bent For thus they me caress Come live a while And turn those panick looks into a smile Turn Tears to Wine thy watered Couch to Beds Of sweetest Odours come let 's crown our heads With Rosie Chaplets that it may be known To others and our selves we 're still our own VVhat means this flegmatick dull Penitence Need'st thou more than thy fellows a pretence VVhat pleasure after grim Death's day VVhilst blood rounds briskly in our veins Let 's use our time and slight no cheering means Each Moment we decay VVith our last breath all fleets away And nought we have shall stay XI But I refrain'd my tongue in silent grief Altho my breast did swell as all together dumb and deaf For of Thee Thrice best greatest Parent I Hope all defence against their monstrous Blasphemy VVhose Oily Tongues are sharper than their Swords And Poison lurks within their Candid words Hear me with most benign ears And rescue me from all my fears Sustain me Heaven with an Almighty hand That I upright may walk and stand For when alas I step aside Or in most slippery ways but slide 'T is joyful Triumph to their envious Pride As men infected with the Plague desire And joy to spread the flames of the pestiferous Fire XII Thy Acts whate're they be Are all alike most highly Holy Just and good Lo I 'm content to bear Great Clemency VVhat 's by thee fit understood Tho Sacrifice of Blood And fix my eye On the true cause of misery Yes Judg most equal of th' Eternal Throne The Spring of my sick Heart is all my own My sins my sins exact of right A plague that 's infinite These I own and have in sight These more numerous than the Sand Those above the Mountains stand Those above the Stars ascend Those to Hells deep Center bend But as thy mighty Son hath here gi'n all Dark Pow'rs a Second Fall So there he 's gone Triumphant King To lead us on and to secure us in By blest Portcullises made of Immortal Diamond Whose brightness can benight the Sun Lift all quite up to let us us men in In our first Fruits our universal conquering King Whilst glorious Hierarchy's found all Contents To compose Quires on Heaven's Battlements The most victorious Godman to commend Alternately with those that him did in ascent attend Ascent to the Eternal Capitol Where all his faithful Soldiers shall In Triumph follow XIII Then whilst dear Sire thy Love in angers reign Let thy strong hand fast Chain The cruel Mercies of both Earth and Hell For why should they excel Excel in Malice yet in mighty numbers ' crease That Sport and Triumph in a forlorn Peace That laugh when Heaven frowns And feast like Vultures on my Wounds That repay good with ill grin at a Penitent And with his Tears would have his Blood because he doth present Them all a hated humble President But leave not God then who there will come near Be thou
light When Counterpois'd with Glories matchless weight THEOPHOBE And whil'st a Pilgrim look what pleasure brings A various mixing good and evil things The Glory of a Picture still is made By due Commixtures of the Light and Shade So Vertue 's Father by a frown a while Adds much indearing sweetness to his smile When too much freedom makes her to contemn Or less respect his Royal Diadem Nor would the Gemms wherewith her self is Crown'd Be much esteem'd were they as Pebbles found 'T is Rarity and hardness to obtain Which raise their worth and amplifie the gain PHILARETE Experience tells as Evils are best known By presents so are Goods by absence shown And tho full Stomacks Princely Tables slight Yet Hunger whets the dullest appetite THEOPHOBE When he whose Lips are Fair beyond all men Sollicited his Spouse ' gen and agen Stood at her door till dews his head did fill And thence down on his Rosy Cheeks Distil Her love like to the Ignis-fatuus light When most pursu'd then most doth take its flight Alas fair one she hath put off her Vest 'T is too much pain how shall she now be drest The more he wooes the nearer is at hand The more doth she at unkind distance stand But when disgusted he withdraws O then He 's more then Fairest of Ten Thousand Men. His absence brings him near his anger proves More lovely than his most obliging Loves With careful looks with dropping languid Eyes She walks with pitious Importunities Did you I pray my best-beloved see O how I burn O bring him unto me At length he turns how welcome think you may As to the Polar Climes the wished day After a tedious night to see he 's proud His fair-one looking through a Rorid Cloud Absence Revirginates their chast Embrace And brings the Flower of their Love in place Thus the All-wise disposer for Delight Makes sow'rs to serve to Vertues appetite PHILARETE No bodied Vertue 's pure but by commerce With Earth contracts much noxious Sordidness Which unpurg'd of corrupts consumes her wealth Of Beauty Vigour and her Treasure Health THEOPHOBE Therefore her great Physician oft designs Her Potions of Cathartick Medicines Which cannot work without some great regret Proceeding from relucting Natures let And if more stout then stronger Revulsives Must take the place of gentle Purgatives PHILARETE Sometimes in Divine fulness she Exceeds THEOPHOBE Yes therefore oft in vig'rous health she Bleeds O wise Physitian lest her high-flown tide Of Blood should ferment to the worst of pride Which gently oft repeated much restrains The force of lapsed Nature's swelling Veins PHILARETE Ah Moral Vertue but a splendid sin Except the Deities true fear doth bring Thee in the way to rightly apprehend Thy worthy Object only worthy End Thou well becom'st thy name Theophobe Vain vain without thee were Philarete THEOPHOBE The Royal Singer Chaunts the Divers States Of Just and Unjust with their Divers Fates Which when together view'd the good complain Without Just Cause the Impious boast in vain PHILARETE I wish your plainest Sense of it to hear The Sun walks high then let us disappear THEOPHOBE Thrice happy man whose Divine Soul defies Infernal Paths of wicked Policies Abhorring when seduc'd there to abide Where Worldlings in Triumphant Chariots Ride And dreads to rest in Atheists Sweet-sleep Chair Or herd himself to thick Assemblies where Hardy Blasphemers Scornfully Proclaim Contempt to God reproach to Heavens Reign But Heavens Law is Heaven to his mind Where he more than Hyblean Sweets doth find This he Studies witness all ye which fly Minutes on Down-Wings to Eternity All day it is his brightest Sun so far As Sable Night and then his Brightest Star Blest Soul when Fields and Woods Rejoyce to see Thy florid state as of a Fruitful Tree Which some Experienc'd Planters skilful Hand Hath made near to the Watry Trenches stand Where Fertile Streams convey Sap to its Roots With Vital Spirit that of Num'rous Fruits Fair Off-Springs in due time shall still be found To Bless with plenteous falls the bearing Ground Its leaf no Autumn knows but vernal Pride Adorn its Aged Limbs on every side Thus the Blest Saint Planted in Holy Soil Grows by Celestial Dew not Earthly Toil Water'd with constant Showers from above Which Pregnant with Ethereal Spirit love To Gemm forth pleasant Fruits of Various kinds Of Divine Grace enriching Heav'nly minds His Leaves external goods which Beautify And shrowd the fair Fruits of his Piety No unkind Sun shall Burn no Winds so Shake Or roughest blustring Tempests from him take But that his Boughs hold what does best suffice For noble Vertues fittest Exercise Till prosp'ring more and more he grows so high To have his florid top above the Skie As for the vicious vip'rous brood of Hell A divers direful fate hath them befell The most high Thunderer of wrath shall blow A furious Whirlwind on them below To pluck them from their Contumacious Roots And toss like Chaff or lightest Husks of Fruits The Air 's unstable sports which every blast Drives from their scarce known place and at the last By Heaven's mighty force of Justest Ire From Earth to restless Flames of endless Fire Then when the Judg comes in a shining Cloud With Myriads of Angelick Troops aloud Sounding with mighty Trumps a gen'ral call Awake ye dead arise and stand forth all The Judg the Judg how will these Miscreants The Radient Crown of his Imperial Head Their trembling Joynts an horrid Palsy fills Whil'st they beg shelter of the Rocks and Hills Dying to see thick Legions of Saints bright In Sunbeam Armour of Meridian Light Who with United Votes applaud and hum Those miserable Caitiffs final doom For now the All-wise Arbiter approves The goings of his precious harmless Doves In publick presence when black Belial's friend Is Sentenc'd to an endless doleful end She said and rose then hand in hand they past To darker Shades no Star could shut so fast Their shapes flow'd into Light seeming to be Like what clear Nights present the Galaxie I and my Friend with Joy returning gave The Glory whence poor men such Visions have Glory to God in the Highest on Earth Peace good will towards men Hymnus Matutinus OR A SONG to be Sung or Said at the first Day-break I. O Living Sourse of Holy Heat Tho I am little and thou great Tho thou between the Cherubims dost sit And I among Pot-sheards yet me admit And to this end my Breast inspire With a most Chast Serafick Fire To Sing thee with the Morning-Stars so Bright True God of God Eternal Light of Light The Blessed Day-spring from on high Which to the world-brought'st a new Birth Of Light and Life whil'st it did lye In darkness and the shades of Death II. Thou that hast healing in thy VVing Let thy Day-Star of Grace now bring A Joyful Morn to my benighted mind And let its course a happy Progress find Till thy blest Sun more powerful Beams Break forth in
kind 'T is 't is because things of themselves are free According to their nat'ral Goods degree So greatest Goods love most self to diffuse Therefore did God whole Nature's frame produce Therefore from one Point willing lines are found To spring and pass all numbers and all bound Of which no cause can well-purg'd ears approve But one Self and all moving Sea of Love And thou my Soul know'st he who knows no ends Of Days of Bliss of Glory condescends Meek Lowly vales to visit with kind Eyes Their Springs of Penitential Waters rise Not thinking therefore that this Ocean looks Or needs assistance from such puny Brooks Yet every Hour and Moment of each day Send grateful Rivers to the boundless Sea Not as Earth's Fountains to recruit but show That thou to it thy self and all dost owe. AN ADDRESS TO A LOYAL PENCIL BEING A gentle Satyr against the Arch Fanaticism of our days and the Substance of some Antifanatical Poems Publickly Communicated in Manuscript when the Lopping or Excluding Faction was in its Meridian and highest Impudence the contraction of which into this one tho Composed before the Birth of the last most Holy Rebellion may yet be less Impertinent than wish'd to our present Circumstances if we consider the possibility of a remaining root of bitterness and the secret throws of Santa Pretenza for her after-burden Beware of false Prophets which come to you in Sheeps-Cloathing but inwardly they are Ravening Wolves ye shall know them by their Fruits Matth. 7.15 Pictoribus atque Poetis Quidlibet audendi semper fuit aequa Potestas Seimus hanc veniam petimusque damusque vicissem To Painters and to Poets still hath been An equal power of daring any thing We know of old and humbly crave such leave And such to all with all our Heart we give Horat. de Art Poet. ADDRESS TO A PAINTER DEAR Painter Draw a Sepulcher within Full fraught with dead mens Bones a 〈◊〉 some thing As Putrid stuff can make without more white If possible than Virgins Snow or Light Or what 's the same draw Fiends as lately made The only Saints in Holy Masquerade No wonder Sir these should themselves so fly To Refuge in a Contrariety For from the first the Dev'l us'd this deceit And dearly lov'd to play the Counterfeit Shame and his Policy inforcing to 't To hide what might all but his Cloven Foot For such is his Deformed Excellence 'T would scare both Scot-and-Lot-men out of sence Should he appear upon Election In his own shape to move Affection No no he knows his Picture would not take But only for the Golden Frame 's sweet sake Zelub left out he doubts not to do well Looking as if his Name was only Bell. Pray Draw him therefore with a curious Hand And let his Worship like an Image stand Inricht all over with the Temple's spoils Which no presumptious spot or wrinkle foils Make his grim Blackmores Face and Hands most bright With glorious gilt of fresh Angelick light In all so feigning forms of Sanctity As if new-sent from the Empir'al Sky In these he may succesfully trepan At least the honest-hearted Christian VVho oft mistakes a Jezebel for Saint Adores for Native Beauty sordid Paint By her starch'd looks and Oyly Tongue which talks Nought but the Holy Land bewitcht he walks Admiring her till by Syrenean Charms He 's Conjur'd in the Circle of her Arms Here Hug'd he lives in Blindness till he Dies Poor wretch the Worst of all Captivities Then prethee Pencil be most Exquisite To draw this Dev'l when Factious bolt-upright Let him not in the least peep out his Nose Of Door but in Religious Sundays Cloaths Grave Black on Maiden VVhite to keep fast in His supple wits which are prone forth to spring VVhen great pains taking opes the little Doors Through fervency which nat'ral men call Pores Add hallowed Frontlets of the largest size A Cloak more than the half Phylacteries His Chariot must be Flaming Zeal whereon With Jehu's Tongue he acts a Phaeton Saints all like Angels for his numerous Train And Kings made wicked to make good his Reign Kings with their fetter'd Nobles on each side To Grace his Chariot with triumphant pride Paint Lively on his Lips the sacred word And in his Hand a double-edged Sword Motto'd for and against to separate 'Twixt Godlike Caesars Person and his State To fight the Lairds own Battels Mauger Laws The Lairds own Battels in the Devils Cause O Prince of sins what Heaven mod defies Dares that of Heaven borrow a disguise Rebellion which with Witchcrafts cursed Hands Profanes and violates all Holy Bands By Covenant with Hell and the Black Prince Quite to Renounce Heavens highest Excellence VVhilest horrid thing it spitefully agrees To scorn on Earth his sacred Deputies And that in all the likeness may hold good The Solemn Covenant is sign'd with Blood Their own malignant Blood which Rebels must Give to appease th' Infernal Dragons thirst Not only theirs but Blood of Innocents And from Bazillick Veins astonishments Confound me here and horror sense prevents But draw an Altar under which still cry Thick Purple Bands of Martyr'd Loyalty Incircling round a bleeding Royal Love Like a meek Lamb crown'd with a gall-less Dove How long just Pow'rs shall our dear Blood be found Yet unappeas'd to die the Brittish ground And yet near by paint Adders which appear Stopping ' gainst charms their unrelenting ear And Chairman Pilat with washt hands lift eyes Still mingling Blood with holy Sacrifice The Blood of the most holy Votaries Nor doth vain humour bring unto my mind Strange forms unheard-of shapes to make or find For never yet did Rebel-Devil ride But with both men and arms all sanctifi'd Consult a while your reverend Monuments And draw what their sage Story represents That this besotted Age may see it's old To hilt seditious Swords with Temple-Gold Give one for all proud Korahs company In formal ranks and let their Banners fly Inscrib'd The Lords own People all Holy Assertors of a Holy Liberty Lift up their Snow-white hands towards the Skies VVhilest poys'ned Arrows pelt their Dignities VVhat 's Moses or Saint Aaron that they thus Are they more holy Lord it over us Then whil'st with mouths full of a godly word They hand the Censor squinting on the Sword Let them approach the Altar whence alone They hope to Scale successfully the Throne Princes of Priests Oh Holy Violence Not in a Mystick but a lit'ral Sence At once to take what dares it not perform The Earths Heavens Kingdoms both by storm But Paint canst thou true fire or what 's the same Give Painted Fire a quick Vivacious Flame To which their Sacrilegious Zealots all Strange Fire strange Sacrifice Just Victims fall Now for Jacks Parentage Paint him begot On discontent kind Cats most happy lot On discontent by some Male Incubus Paint Faction Midwife Paint Sedition Nurse Paint black Rebellion bringing him at last To proper Man bad weed